Divine Prison on the Verge of Falling, Chen Du Makes His Move Again

The fourteenth level of the Divine Prison, the headquarters of the Divine Prison Bureau.

In a spacious stone hall, the chief priest sat upright on a prayer mat at the head of the table.

This person had a slender face, deep, unfathomable eyes, and wore a long grey-white robe. His aura was as calm and profound as the sea, indicating Peak Stage the Tenth Realm.

The Chief of the Divine Prison Bureau guards the last line of defense in the deepest part of the Divine Prison.

He had been stationed here for a hundred years, never leaving the fourteenth level. But today, he suddenly opened his eyes.

A very subtle vibration came from below.

The tremors came from the direction of the seventeenth, sixteenth, and fifteenth floors, as if something was cracking open.

He suddenly stood up and placed his palm on the observation array in the center of the hall.

On the array plate, the light spots representing each layer of seal are going out one by one.

On the fifteenth floor, all sixteen points of light went out.

On the sixteenth floor, the twenty-three points of light went out.

On the seventeenth floor, all the lights went out.

The chief's expression changed drastically.

At the entrance of the stone hall, a messenger stumbled in, his face deathly pale and his lips trembling. "Master! Something terrible has happened! From the seventeenth to the fifteenth floor, for some unknown reason, a large number of cells have been opened! Many demons have rushed out! Among them is one... he..."

The deacon swallowed hard, his voice trembling, "He's not afraid of the suppressing power! He possesses some strange power that's eroding our seal!"

The master's pupils contracted sharply. He shoved the steward aside, strode out of the stone hall, and rushed towards the fifteenth floor.

Behind them, several auras surged out from various stone chambers, followed closely by eight high-ranking members of the Tenth Realm, their expressions solemn.

When they reached the fifteenth floor, the sight before them made everyone stop in their tracks.

The cell door was wide open, the iron bars were twisted and deformed, and broken chains were scattered all over the ground.

The imprisoned demons were pouring out of their cells, some laughing wildly, some roaring, and some already rushing towards the upper levels.

The suppressive force seemed to have lost its effect on them. No, it didn't lose its effect.

There is an even more powerful force counteracting the suppressive power.

The power surged from the depths of the seventeenth level, dark purple, carrying a decay and erosion that did not belong to this world.

The Lord of the Si unleashed a palm strike, sending two charging demons flying. His gaze was fixed on the direction of the seventeenth floor. He sensed it.

Below, an aura was expanding, growing stronger and faster, like a colossal beast that had slumbered for tens of thousands of years finally opening its eyes.

Behind it, there was another aura, even more vast, even more ancient, and even more indescribable.

That aura seeped in from the Demon Realm, seeping through the thinned seal and gradually seeping into this world.

The Chief Justice's face was ashen. He said in a deep voice, "Order all guards of the Divine Prison Bureau to retreat to the fourteenth level, seal all passages, and activate the final sealing array."

He paused, his voice trembling for the first time, "There's a demon... who has already surpassed the Tenth Realm and is using the power of the Demon Realm to corrupt the Divine Prison."

Soon, the seal on the fourteenth level finally shattered.

The peerless demon charged up from the seventeenth floor, followed by dozens of figures exuding overwhelming demonic energy. His maniacal laughter shook the entire stone wall, causing it to crumble.

The black circle behind him had expanded to the size of a millstone, and dark purple Demon Realm energy surged out from it like a tide, causing the suppressive power of the Divine Prison to crumble inch by inch wherever it passed.

The sealing array of the Divine Prison Bureau was as fragile as a paper lantern in front of him.

And all of this happened almost in the blink of an eye.

The master stood at the center of the formation, covered in blood.

Three of the eight high-ranking members of the Tenth Realm around him have already fallen, while the remaining five are still gritting their teeth and holding on.

Everyone's face was as pale as paper, and blood trickled from the corners of their mouths, but not one of them retreated; they knew they couldn't.

Behind me is the entrance to the thirteenth floor, and above that are the twelfth, eleventh, and tenth floors.

Go up layer by layer, and finally you'll reach the ground, the human world.

If these people were released, the world would face a complete catastrophe.

The people, the cities, the villages, will all be reduced to ashes.

They've guarded this place for half their lives, upholding this bottom line.

"Form the formation!" the Master roared hoarsely. His voice was hoarse, as if he had shards of glass in his throat.

But that roar still made the remaining five high-ranking members of the Tenth Realm straighten their backs at the same time.

They glanced at each other. No words were spoken, but that glance said it all.

My old comrade-in-arms, who's been guarding this place for decades, probably won't make it out of here today.

An elderly man with white hair grinned, swallowed the blood in his mouth, formed a hand seal, and poured all his life's cultivation into the array plate without reservation.

The other middle-aged man remained silent, channeling the last wisp of True Essence within his body, his entire being seemingly ablaze.

There was also the youngest, barely over a hundred years old, whose lips trembled and eyes were red-rimmed, yet his hand seals were more firmly formed than anyone else's. They all knew that this journey meant certain death.

But no one backed down.

The people in the Divine Prison Bureau swear an oath from the first day they enter the division.

He died guarding the prison; he died a worthy death.

The master pressed the last drop of True Essence into the array's core, and the array plate suddenly lit up with a dazzling light.

But the demon merely smiled coldly and raised his hand to strike down.

The Mara Eroding Heaven Power, imbued with the aura of the Demon Realm, slammed heavily onto the light barrier.

The light curtain trembled violently, cracks spreading like a spiderweb. "Hold on!"

The lord roared.

The light screen flashed for a moment again, and the several high-ranking members of the Tenth Realm all spat out a mouthful of blood, but they pressed their handprints even more firmly.

But when the second palm struck, the light barrier finally shattered.

The array plate exploded, and fragments flew in all directions.

Eight high-ranking members of the Tenth Realm were thrown over by the shockwave and slammed against the stone wall. Some of them fainted on the spot, while others were still convulsing, with blood and foam constantly gushing from their mouths.

The shattered cleric was sent flying backward, his back slamming heavily against a stone pillar, breaking several bones in his chest.

He struggled to get up, his fingers scratching the ground, leaving bloody marks, but his legs wouldn't obey him.

The demon walked past him without even glancing down at him.

The master lay on the ground, watching helplessly as the group of demons rushed toward the stone steps, his eyes bulging with rage.

He opened his mouth as if to shout something, but only a mouthful of black blood gushed from his throat.

Behind him, the youngest high-ranking member of the Tenth Realm was still awake, half his body covered in blood. Watching the demons charge forward, he suddenly mustered his last strength and screamed, "Stop!"

His voice was so hoarse it was almost inaudible, but those two words were full of resentment.

The demons didn't turn around. The young high-ranking member of the Tenth Realm shouted again, his voice even softer, as if squeezed out from between his teeth.

Then he slowly closed his eyes, his hands still in the mudra position.

Just as the group of demons were about to step onto the stone steps leading to the thirteenth floor, they suddenly stopped.

At the end of the corridor, on the stone steps, there was someone else there.

A hunched old jailer. His hair was gray, his face was deeply wrinkled, and he wore a faded old robe. He carried a bunch of brass keys in his hand and had a pipe at his waist.

He stood on the stone steps, his cloudy old eyes silently watching the surging demonic tide below.

The jailer, lying on the ground, barely managed to lift his eyelids. When he saw the old jailer, he was first stunned, then a wave of inexplicable bitterness welled up in his heart. An old jailer, an old thing who might not even be at the Seventh Realm, standing here at this moment, wasn't he just courting death?

Even they, at the Tenth Realm, couldn't stop it, so what could an old jailer do?

He opened his mouth, as if to shout for the person to run, but only muffled breaths came out of his throat.

But the old jailer didn't move.

He looked down at the group of demons below and slowly said, "Go back."

Just two words, yet they seem to possess an undeniable power.