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Chapter 1368

Words:2375Update:22/06/26 05:18:05

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In the hinterland of Tongtian Mountain, there was an extremely low-lying area.

This place was known as the Broken Soul Ridge, and it was covered in thick death energy and yin energy all year round. From time to time, there would be screams, so even the original members of the Immortal Palace did not dare to step into this place.

However, the people of the world did not know that this place was actually used by the Immortal Palace to imprison mortals. Anyone who resisted the Immortal Palace or committed a heinous crime within the Immortal Palace would be imprisoned here.

There was not even a trace of spiritual energy in the Broken Soul Ridge. Even a Soul Formation cultivator would turn into a pile of bones after being imprisoned here for a long time.

In the prison that had a formation set up, there were extremely withered and old figures lying there. Among them were the upper echelons of the various sects in the Purple World, as well as the leaders of the sects or the patriarchs of the clans.

The figures did not cry out, nor did they resist. There was only despair, numbness, and decay …

Right at this moment, a clear and melodious sound resounded from outside the prison cell. Kacha …

At that moment, many people who were still alive in the prison subconsciously raised their heads and saw a thin young man in green slowly walk in.

With just a glance, most of them lowered their heads again. In their opinion, the Immortal Palace must have sent someone to send one of them on their way.

After thousands of years, most of them were used to seeing life and death. They seemed to be used to such a scene.

The prison was shrouded in a stench and filthy aura.

Ye Chen entered with his hands behind his back. He frowned slightly and looked at everything expressionlessly. His gaze swept past the ragged, skinny, and weak figures in the cages.

When his gaze swept over, he was met with numbness, hatred, and even grimacing expressions.

"Qianqian is in Room No. 1!"

Ye Chen sped up and walked towards the end of the prison. At that moment, he heard a chuckle, "Eh? Little brother, you look unfamiliar. You've just entered the Immortal Palace, right? "

Ye Chen could not help but look over upon hearing that. He saw an old man with long hair and a black robe sitting in the last cage on the left at the end of the corridor.

The old man's body was filled with evil energy. At that moment, he was grinning at Ye Chen. There was a faint, terrifying evil aura on him.

When the prisoners around him saw that he was the one who spoke, they subconsciously moved to the side with fear and wariness in their eyes.

Because this person was extremely strange.

No one knew how long he had been locked up. All they knew was that he was the first to be locked up. Everyone else had died, but he was still alive.

The strangest thing about this person was that he knew how to tempt people. One moment, he said that he was the reincarnation of an Immortal Venerable and that he knew immortal arts. The next moment, he said that he had a cultivation technique that could lead to immortality.

Over the years, it was unknown how many waves of disciples guarding the Heavenly Prison had changed. Among them were Soul Formation cultivators and Nascent Soul cultivators, but they were all dead.

After listening to this person's words, some of the disciples who were guarding the place started to cultivate the cultivation method that he taught them, causing them to suffer from Qi Deviation or to be burned by the True Fire. In the end, they died.

Ye Chen suddenly stopped walking.

The black-clothed old man's eyes lit up, and he immediately said, "Little Brother, I guessed correctly, right?"

"From your young age, it seems like you are a young disciple that just entered Immortal Palace.

The black-clothed old man chattered on, "I also guessed that you were definitely not liked by the higher-ups, or that you offended someone. That's why you were sent here to guard the Heavenly Prison."

Ye Chen's eyes flickered as he looked at him. He said with a forced smile, "Are you so sure that I'm from the Immortal Palace?"

"Of course!"

The black-clothed old man could not help but sigh softly. He looked at Ye Chen with utmost sincerity, "Little Brother, you're unlucky. This Heavenly Prison isn't a good place. It gathers death energy and resentment. Moreover, the people locked up there are all heinous people …"

Many people in the other prisons secretly shook their heads when they heard that. Their gazes at Ye Chen became mischievous and sympathetic.

They didn't know how many times they had heard this kind of conversation. This old fellow from Earth Prison Number One was going to trick people again.

As expected, before Ye Chen could speak, he said again, "Little Brother, look at me. I'm locked up here, and I'm not far from death. This person wants to find a successor for himself before he dies. Even if he dies, he can die with a smile …"

He could not help but look at Ye Chen sincerely as he said to this point, "I think you're a good person, little brother. I might as well pass on my mantle to you before I die. I wonder if you're willing?"

Ye Chen smiled, "What can you teach me?"

"There's a lot."

The black-clothed old man was overjoyed when he heard that. He said as if he was counting his family treasures, "I've roamed the world for thousands of years and met countless great figures. I know all sorts of immortal blessings, rare fruits, and innumerable spells."

He paused for a moment and said, "I have a set of Great Taotie Method here. It can devour the energy of the heavens to strengthen oneself. When one cultivates it to mastery, one can devour the heavens, devour the earth, and devour everything …"

He stared at Ye Chen without blinking when he said that. He continued after seeing that the latter did not react at all.

"I also have a set of leg techniques that can crush heaven and earth. It's called the Heavenly Crippling Leg. You only need to chop off one of your legs to cultivate it to mastery …"

Seeing that Ye Chen had not discovered anything, he seemed to be a little anxious and said, "You don't like it? Alright, I also have a set of Sunflower Book here. When one cultivates it to the ninth level, one can transform into the rising sun to compete with the heavens. However, if one wants to cultivate this technique, one must first castrate oneself … "

"If one wants to cultivate this technique, one must first castrate oneself?"

Shock flashed across Ye Chen's face.

The black-clothed old man nodded repeatedly, "That's right. However, we're both cultivators. We're destined to be heartless and have few desires. As long as we can become stronger, that thing is useless."

Ye Chen's expression changed immediately as if he was hesitating.

The black-clothed old man was secretly delighted, but he pretended to be in a difficult position and said, "If there's really no other way, I still have a set of Heart Sword Zen Technique here. If one cultivates it to mastery, one will be indestructible …"

Seeing him ramble on, the prisoners around him hurriedly turned their heads away, not daring to look or listen.

"Little brother, this old man has given you a chance. The opportunity is right before your eyes. Whether or not you want to cherish it is up to you."

The black-clothed old man said with incomparable sincerity, "I just want to pass down my legacy before I die. I hope you can fulfill my wish …"

Ye Chen suddenly said, "Why are you locked up here?"

The black clothed old man was instantly stunned when he heard this, and he seemed to have never expected that Chen Xi would ask such a question. He couldn't help but spin his eyes as he said, "That old bastard Qi Daolin took a fancy to this old man's inheritance, yet he couldn't seize it forcefully, so he set up a trap to capture me and trap me here."

"Enough."

Ye Chen suddenly interrupted him and looked at him with a forced smile. "You have such pure demonic energy on you. Tell me, which part of the Devil Realm are you from?"

As his voice fell.

A glint flashed in the depths of the black-clothed old man's eyes. Then, he said without batting an eyelid, "Little brother, you really know how to joke. What Demon World? I'm just an old man that's about to die …"

"You're quite good at pretending."

Ye Chen chuckled softly as if he was mocking, "Some of the cultivation methods that you mentioned earlier have drawbacks. You'll either have to chop off one of your legs or castrate yourself …"

He looked at the old man quietly, "You did it on purpose to lure out the last cultivation method called the Heart Sword Zen Technique because you want to escape …"

"I don't understand what you're talking about."

The black-clothed old man's expression changed slightly, and he said furiously, "Since you don't want to believe me, then leave …"

"Heart Sword Zen Technique …"

Ye Chen stood with his hands behind his back. He said with a light smile in a voice that only the old man could hear, "Its original name was Demonic Parasitic Medium. It originated from the Borneo World of the Devil Realm and was then passed down to the Spirit Realm. It was renamed Heart Sword Zen Technique …

"If a cultivator cultivates it to perfection, even if his body and soul are destroyed, as long as there are demonic thoughts in others' hearts, he will be resurrected …"

Before he could finish, the black-clothed old man's expression changed drastically. He glared at Ye Chen, "Who exactly are you?!"

The shock in his heart had reached an extreme point.

Not only did Ye Chen know about the Demon World, but he also knew about the real name of Borneo World among the 33 worlds of the Demon World. He even knew about the origin of the Spirit Realm and the Heart Sword Zen Technique …

This was not something a small cultivator from the chiliocosm could know!

"I'm someone you can't imagine."

Ye Chen lowered his voice and looked at him calmly. He said, "If you want to escape, you'll only have a chance if you submit to me …"

"Cunning brat …"

The black-clothed old man smirked coldly, "You want me, the supreme Dutian Demon King, to submit to you? That's pure wishful thinking …"

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