Slaying the Heavenly Emperor, Breaking the Prison Art

Sikong Jing's confusion and doubt eventually transformed into a cold, indifferent smile.

Thinking of the blood feud with Yan Tianmo and Yan Ruyu, and remembering Su Yuexi's act of protecting him...

Sikong Jing could no longer care about so much.

What if he was the Lord of Ten Thousand Beasts? What if he had become a beast? Things had reached this point; there was no turning back!

Looking at the sky filled with beasts, he blurted out, "Though I am human, I am now the Lord of Ten Thousand Beasts. I am willing to save you all."

As these words fell, the world went silent, and the ten thousand beasts were hushed!

After a long while, the golden divine dragon that had appeared first exhaled a breath and said, "A mere human dares to claim he wants to save us? Ignorant and laughable. See if you can even cultivate the Emperor-Slaying Prison-Breaking Art that we created together before you speak."

As the words fell, golden chapters appeared amidst the clouds, infinitely complex.

Then, one character after another floated up, imprinting themselves deeply into Sikong Jing's mind, impossible to shake off.

Sikong Jing's entire body shuddered violently.

Upon first reading the Emperor-Slaying Prison-Breaking Art, he could sense his dantian rioting, a tyrannical true qi breaking through its shell.

He could conclude that this was a technique strong to the extreme.

"Only when you reach the Great Completion of the Emperor-Slaying Prison-Breaking Art will we be willing to acknowledge you as our master." The golden divine dragon exhaled dragon breath, its voice deep and somber.

The beasts bound by chains stared deeply at Sikong Jing, their gazes filled with mockery, resentment, and a sliver of expectation.

Sikong Jing took a deep breath and said, "I have a question."

"Human, before we acknowledge you, we will not answer any questions regarding the Ten Thousand Beasts Heavenly Prison. Leave." The golden divine dragon barked decisively, its attitude extremely hostile.

However, Sikong Jing asked anyway: "My question is, how does one resolve the Crimson Spider Poison?"

The Crimson Spider Poison was refined from the beast known as the Crimson Spider. In the Ten Thousand Beasts Heavenly Prison before him, there was a terrifying-looking spider of unknown name, so Sikong Jing asked this question.

All the giant beasts fell silent once more, each looking at him with strange expressions.

Shouldn't an ordinary person be asking why they were trapped here or what kind of existence the Ten Thousand Beasts Heavenly Prison was?

This human, however, actually asked such a low-level question.

It was simply lowering their standards.

At this moment, the terrifying giant spider replied in a female voice: "The Crimson Spider is merely a low-level beast. As one who has absorbed the Blood of Ten Thousand Beasts, you only need to reach the ninth level of the Bright Realm to use your blood to neutralize the poison."

The golden divine dragon nodded and said, "Any beast poison is useless against the Lord of Ten Thousand Beasts."

Joy appeared on Sikong Jing's face as he cupped his fists and replied, "Many thanks, farewell."

Watching Sikong Jing disappear, the beasts in the Ten Thousand Beasts Heavenly Prison looked at the golden divine dragon and asked, "Why give him the Emperor-Slaying Prison-Breaking Art?"

This technique had been created by their collective effort over one hundred thousand years, intended for the true Lord of Ten Thousand Beasts.

Its full name should have been: Slay the Heavenly Emperors, Break the Prison Art!

However, this human was likely a conspiracy of the Five Heavenly Emperors; it was inappropriate to give it to him now.

The beasts were confused.

The golden divine dragon replied with deep, somber eyes: "If he is an ordinary human, he will surely die upon cultivating it... If he reaches Great Completion, he will inevitably sprout a beast's heart and refuse to submit to the Five Heavenly Emperors, naturally becoming our master."

The beasts were awestruck, quietly fading back into the earth.

Back in reality, Sikong Jing's consciousness returned to the hut.

"The Emperor-Slaying Prison-Breaking Art—once I reach the ninth level of the Bright Realm, I can use my blood to cure the Crimson Spider Poison. Then I shall cultivate!"

In the Great Shang Dynasty, a martial artist's realm was divided into the Bright Realm, Dark Realm, Human Realm, Earth Realm, and Heaven Realm... each realm divided into nine levels.

These were the five mortal martial realms, followed by the five transcendent realms!

Before Yan Tianmo crippled him, Sikong Jing had already reached the peak of the fifth transcendent realm, just a step away from breaking through the transcendent and entering a higher, stronger realm.

Although he had reshaped his dantian with the help of the Blood of Ten Thousand Beasts, he had to start his cultivation from scratch.

But the lowly Bright Realm posed no difficulty for Sikong Jing.

The only question was whether he could adapt to the Emperor-Slaying Prison-Breaking Art, but regardless, Sikong Jing had to return to his peak, slaughter his way back to the Great Shang imperial city, and take the heads of Yan Tianmo and Yan Ruyu.

I was once loyal and devoted, giving everything for Great Shang; now, I am willing to become an Asura and cut away all this humiliation!

Sitting cross-legged, Sikong Jing studied the technique in detail.

The deeper he delved, the more Sikong Jing felt like a frog in a well; the strongest Great Shang technique he had previously practiced was like scrap metal compared to this Emperor-Slaying Prison-Breaking Art.

"But this is clearly tailored for beasts. I wonder what changes it will undergo in a human like me?"

Sikong Jing finished speaking and laughed nonchalantly; in his current state, there was no need to overthink.

Entering a meditative state, the moment his internal true qi began to circulate, his dantian—shaped like a giant beast's head—vibrated, and a surge of true qi instantly flowed through his entire body. Sikong Jing opened his eyes: "First level of the Bright Realm."

Eyes closed, he cultivated again!

Half a quarter of an hour later, Sikong Jing opened his eyes once more: "Second level of the Bright Realm."

He closed his eyes again...

The next instant, a furious roar suddenly came from outside the hut: "Su Yuexi, you have some nerve! How dare you chop off the hands and feet of my loyal servant? Are you looking to die?"

Sikong Jing opened his eyes again, rose with a cold face, and strode out of the hut.