The Emperor-Slaying, Prison-Breaking Art

Sikong Jing was confused and baffled, but in the end, his expression turned into a cold, indifferent smile.

Remembering Yan Tianmo and Yan Ruyu's blood feud, remembering how Su Yuexi had protected him...

Sikong Jing could no longer afford to worry about so much.

So what if he was the Lord of Ten Thousand Beasts? So what if he became a monster? Things had come to this; there was only one way forward!

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

As soon as he spoke, heaven and earth fell silent. The beasts made no sound!

After a long pause, the Golden Divine Dragon that had appeared first exhaled and said, "A puny human actually thinks he can save us? How ignorant and laughable. First, see whether you can cultivate the Emperor-Slaying Prison-Breaking Art we created together."

As its words fell, golden chapters appeared among the clouds, intricate beyond compare.

Then, one character after another rose into the air, sinking deep into Sikong Jing's mind, impossible to forget.

Sikong Jing's whole body shuddered violently.

The moment he began reading the Emperor-Slaying Prison-Breaking Art, he could feel his dantian stirring violently, as a savage stream of true qi broke out of its shell.

He could say with certainty that this was a cultivation art of the utmost power.

"Only when you master the Emperor-Slaying Prison-Breaking Art will we be willing to acknowledge you as our master," the Golden Divine Dragon said, its voice deep and somber.

The beasts bound by chains stared fixedly at Sikong Jing. Some mocked him, some were indignant, and some held a trace of expectation.

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

"Human, until we acknowledge you, we will not answer any questions about the Ten Thousand Beasts Heavenly Prison. Leave," the Golden Divine Dragon declared, its attitude exceptionally hostile.

Nevertheless, Sikong Jing asked, "My question is, how can Crimson Spider Poison be cured?"

Crimson Spider Poison was extracted from the Crimson Spider, a demonic beast. There was a fearsome-looking spider among the beasts in the Ten Thousand Beasts Heavenly Prison before him, though Sikong Jing did not know its name, so he had asked about the poison.

All the giant beasts fell silent again, their eyes strange.

Wouldn't an ordinary person ask why they were trapped here, or what kind of place the Ten Thousand Beasts Heavenly Prison was?

But this human had asked about something utterly devoid of technical difficulty.

He was practically lowering our prestige.

At that moment, the terrifying giant spider answered in a woman's voice, "The Crimson Spider is merely a low-grade demonic beast. Since you have absorbed the Blood of Ten Thousand Beasts, you need only reach the ninth level of the Bright Realm to use your blood to cure the poison."

The Golden Divine Dragon nodded. "No beast poison can harm the Lord of Ten Thousand Beasts."

Joy spread across Sikong Jing's face. He cupped his hands and replied, "Thank you. Farewell."

As they watched Sikong Jing disappear, the beasts in the Ten Thousand Beasts Heavenly Prison turned to the Golden Divine Dragon and asked, "Why give him the Emperor-Slaying Prison-Breaking Art?"

They had created this cultivation art together over a hundred thousand years, preparing it for the true Lord of Ten Thousand Beasts.

Its full name should have been: Heaven-Slaying Emperor, Prison-Breaking Art!

However, this human might well be part of the Five Heavenly Emperors' scheme. Giving it to him now seemed ill-advised.

The beasts were perplexed.

The Golden Divine Dragon replied, its gaze profound, "If he is an ordinary human, cultivating it will surely kill him... If he masters it, a Beast Heart will inevitably awaken within him, and he will refuse to submit to the Five Heavenly Emperors. Then he can naturally become our master."

The beasts shuddered, then quietly sank beneath the earth.

Meanwhile, Sikong Jing's consciousness returned to the thatched cottage.

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

In the Great Shang Dynasty, martial artists' cultivation was divided into the Bright Realm, Dark Realm, Human Realm, Earth Realm, and Heaven Realm... Each realm had nine levels.

These were the Five Mortal Martial Realms. Beyond them lay the Five Transcendent Realms!

Before Yan Tianmo crippled him, Sikong Jing had already reached the peak of the fifth Transcendent Realm. He was only one step away from breaking through the Transcendent Realms and entering a higher, more powerful realm.

Though the Blood of Ten Thousand Beasts had helped him rebuild his dantian, he could only start cultivating again from the beginning.

But a mere Bright Realm was no challenge at all for Sikong Jing.

The only question was whether he could adapt to the Emperor-Slaying Prison-Breaking Art. Regardless, Sikong Jing had to return to the peak of his strength, fight his way back to the Great Shang Imperial City, and take the heads of Yan Tianmo and Yan Ruyu.

I was once utterly loyal, giving everything for Great Shang. Now I am willing to become an asura and wipe away every last humiliation!

Sitting cross-legged, Sikong Jing carefully studied the cultivation art.

The more deeply he studied it, the more he felt that he had once been like a frog at the bottom of a well. The strongest cultivation art in the Great Shang Dynasty that he had practiced before was nothing but scrap metal compared to this Emperor-Slaying Prison-Breaking Art.

"But this was clearly tailored for demonic beasts. I wonder how it'll change when cultivated by a human like me?"

After saying this, Sikong Jing smiled freely. Given his current state, there was no need to think too much.

He entered a state of cultivation. The moment his true qi began to circulate, the dantian shaped like a giant beast's head trembled. A stream of true qi immediately flowed through his entire body. Sikong Jing opened his eyes. "Bright Realm, first level."

He closed his eyes and cultivated again!

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

He closed his eyes again...

The next instant, an angry shout suddenly rang out from outside the thatched cottage. "Su Yuexi, you're outrageously bold! You actually cut off the hands and feet of my loyal servant. Are you looking to die?"

Sikong Jing opened his eyes again. His face turned cold as he rose and strode out of the thatched cottage.