The Demon Realm Expert Was Shocked: How Could Divine Prison Have Such a Powerful Expert?
However, the power of the seventh level of Soul Devouring's Wrath far exceeded his expectations. The River of Eternal Night swallowed the shield wall, and the power of Bury Heaven, Extinguish Earth poured into his arms.
He felt his laws crumbling, his soul trembling, and his body cracking.
He tried his best to retreat back into the passage, but Chen Du's sword light was like a leech, clinging to him relentlessly.
The passageway twisted violently as the two collided, and its edges began to crumble.
The Demon Realm roared, concentrating all his power in his right arm and slashing a dark purple blade of light at Chen Du.
Chen Du dodged to the side, the light blade grazing his shoulder and carving a deep trench tens of feet long in the stone wall behind him.
But in that brief moment of movement, the powerful Demon Realm found an opportunity.
He abruptly retreated, trying to shrink back into the depths of the passage. Chen Du, however, was not about to give him the chance.
He took a step forward and rushed into the passage.
The Demon Realm aura within the passage frantically eroded his protective laws, but the Eternal Night power of the Bury Heaven, Extinguish Earth completely swallowed up all this erosion.
He caught up with the retreating Demon Realm expert and slashed him down with his sword.
The sword flashed across the opponent's right shoulder, and dark purple blood gushed out.
The arm, covered in scales, was neatly severed at the shoulder, rolled a few times in the passage, and was then grabbed by Chen Du.
The Demon Realm demon let out a shrill scream, his figure retreating frantically and disappearing into the darkness deep within the passage.
His voice came from a great distance, filled with disbelief, horror, and rage. "Impossible! How can there still be such a powerful being in this world! The Divine Prison is clearly weakened! Impossible—"
The sound grew fainter and fainter until it was swallowed up by the darkness deep within the passage.
Chen Du grabbed the severed arm and retreated from the passage.
He stood in the cell, covered in blood, with a deep, bone-revealing wound on his shoulder from the dark purple blade of light that had just struck him; blood streamed down his robes.
But he still held the Tenth Tier divine sword firmly in his hand.
He raised his sword and poured the lingering power of the sealing pattern, the full force of the Bury Heaven, Extinguish Earth, and the residual power of the seventh level of Soul Devouring's Wrath into the passage.
The passage trembled violently, its edges began to collapse, and the dark purple tentacles broke off, withered, and disappeared one by one. After a moment, the black circle shrank to the size of a pinhead, and then closed completely.
Silence returned to the cell, with only the dark purple severed arm still lying quietly in his hand.
The scales on the severed arm were still twitching slightly, and dark purple blood dripped onto the ground, making a soft hissing sound and corroding small pits into the stone slab.
Chen Du glanced down at the severed arm and stored it deep within his consciousness.
Then he turned around and walked out of the cell. In the corridor, all the escaped demons were kneeling on the ground, their heads bowed low, not daring to lift their eyelids.
Chen Du walked past them at a leisurely pace, just as he did during his usual patrols.
When he returned to the eighth floor, he pushed open the door, entered the stone house, and leaned against the wall. The wound on his shoulder was still bleeding.
He tore off a piece of his robe and hastily wrapped it around the wound.
Then he closed his eyes and slowly absorbed the lingering essence of the laws within the severed arm into his sea of consciousness.
The Broken Arm Mountain, a place of power for the Eleventh Realm expert in the Demon Realm, contains the Mara Law and the aura of the Demon Realm, enough for him to study for a long time.
That passage had been completely sealed off by him.
At least for the time being, the Demon Realm will not open a breach here again.
However, although the Demon Realm passage was sealed, he clearly sensed something when he fought that Eleventh Realm Demon Realm expert inside the passage.
The suppressive power of the entire Divine Prison was far more vast than he had imagined, but at the same time, it was also more fragile than he had imagined.
It's like a giant net that's been laid out for tens of thousands of years, with wear and cracks everywhere between the mesh.
Yuan Ming was able to break through the seal, and that powerful Demon Realm was able to rush into the passage, all because this net was gradually weakening.
And as time goes on, this weakening will only accelerate.
He suddenly remembered the sealing pattern on that piece of paper. That pattern was left by the first builder of the Divine Prison, and the essence of the suppressing power contained within it was more complete and profound than the array currently operating in the Divine Prison.
If he could integrate the essence of that pattern into the existing formation of the Divine Prison, he might be able to reinforce the entire Divine Prison.
He opened his eyes, got up and walked out of the stone house, heading towards the fourteenth floor.
The head of the prison and the other high-ranking Divine Prison Bureau were still unconscious in the corridor; none of them had woken up.
Chen Du walked past them and arrived at the array plate on the fourteenth level.
The array plate was mostly broken, but the remaining array base was still intact.
He crouched down, placed his palm on the array base, closed his eyes, and compared, repaired, and reinforced the essence of the sealing pattern with the existing array in the Divine Prison one by one.
[Using the essence of that sealing pattern as a guide, you repaired the arrays from the fourteenth to the seventeenth level one by one. Those arrays were incredibly profound; each array pattern contained the power of an ancient seal, and an ordinary cultivator might not be able to decipher even one of them in their entire life.]
[But you gleaned the essence of the suppressing power from that single piece of paper, and after spending decades in this Divine Prison, you are intimately familiar with the operation of every layer of the formation.]
[What you did was less about repair and more about accelerating the formation's own recovery. You infused your own power of law into the formation's base, guiding the remaining runes to reconnect, resume operation, and re-coalesce. The runes lit up one by one beneath your palm, like dried-up riverbeds being filled with water again.]
When Chen Du withdrew his hand, the array plate on the fourteenth level had already lit up again.
The cracks healed themselves, and the extinguished lights relit.
He then went to the fifteenth, sixteenth, and seventeenth floors, accelerating the restoration of the formations on each floor. By the time he returned to the eighth floor, the formations of the entire Divine Prison had been restored to about 70-80%.
Although it cannot compare to its peak, it is enough to subdue those escaped demons again.
Soon after, the master woke up.
The first thing he did upon opening his eyes was to sit up abruptly, his whole body on alert.
He remembered what happened before he lost consciousness: the demon broke the seal, the entire Divine Prison Bureau was wiped out, and he himself was seriously injured and collapsed.
He thought he was dead, but he wasn't.
He looked down at his body; the broken bones in his chest still ached, but the wound had stopped bleeding.
He slowly stood up, leaned against the wall, and walked out of the stone hall.
In the corridor, the other high-ranking members of the Tenth Realm also woke up one after another, each with a blank expression.
They looked at each other and saw the same confusion in each other's eyes.
Were those ruthless demons really that kind? Why didn't they kill them?
The Master did not rush to a conclusion. He led several high-ranking members of the Tenth Realm who were still able to move towards the seventeenth floor.
But the further they went, the more shocked their expressions became.
The array plate on the fourteenth layer has been restored.
The array patterns on the fifteenth layer have been restored, and the seal on the sixteenth layer has been restored.
The deepest cell on the seventeenth floor, where the Demon Realm passage has completely disappeared.
All that remained was a smooth stone wall, with faintly visible sealing patterns on it.
Throughout the entire seventeenth floor, all the iron bars of the cells were intact, and the chains of talismans were neatly wrapped around them.
Those peerless demons were squatting in their cells, some sitting against the wall, some with their heads down and not saying a word, and some even burying their faces in their knees, not daring to lift their heads.
The chief stood in the middle of the corridor on the seventeenth floor, speechless for a long time.
The high-ranking members of the Tenth Realm behind him were also stunned. They knew the formations from the fourteenth to the seventeenth level better than anyone else.
That was an ancient sealing array left behind by the first creators of the Divine Prison, each array pattern as profound as a celestial book.
The Divine Prison Bureau has been passed down for tens of thousands of years, and successive division chiefs have devoted their entire lives to its study, yet none have been able to fully comprehend it, let alone repair it.
Even if the formation can recover on its own, it would still take at least several hundred years or even thousands of years.
But these formations in front of us have clearly been repaired at an accelerated pace by human intervention.
Someone reconnected the broken array patterns, relit the extinguished lights, and reinforced the loosened seals.
This person's understanding of each layer of the Divine Prison's formations was even deeper than that of the Divine Prison Bureau.
The chief judge walked to a cell, squatted down, and looked at the demon huddled in the corner.
That demon was a veteran demon imprisoned 30,000 years ago, and his fearsome reputation was infamous.
But at this moment, he huddled up in a ball, trembling all over, and didn't even dare to look the Master in the eye.
The magistrate asked in a deep voice, "Who did it?" The demon trembled and buried his face even deeper.
The master asked again, but the demon just shook his head and refused to say anything.
The chief judge stood up and asked several more of the notorious criminals in the cells, but all of them gave the same answer.
Silence breeds fear; people avoid discussing it.
It was as if they had seen something indescribable, something they dared not even recall.
The Master stood in the corridor on the seventeenth floor, gazing at the smooth stone wall, and remained silent for a long time.
The high-ranking members of the Tenth Realm behind him remained silent.
They both had the same thought in their minds, but neither dared to voice it first.
Some repaired the formation, some subdued the demon, and some sealed off the passage to the Demon Realm.
And that person is inside this Divine Prison.
The master suddenly recalled his last glance before he lost consciousness, and it seemed he saw a figure.