Above the Great Emperor lies the God Realm!
To imprison gods... does that an to imprison divine spirits?
In the Desolate Heavenly Ancient Realm, Martial Arts reigned supre, divided into Ten Realms: Foundation Establishnt, Divine Sea, Heavenly Human, Phenonon, Physique, Divine Skills, Heavenly King, Supre, Saint, and Great Emperor! Each realm was further divided into nine layers!
How dare this place be nad after imprisoning gods! Su Han’s heart trembled, but he forced himself to remain calm. He didn’t know where he was, nor whether this was an opportunity or a danger. But he knew that Fairy Sister Yun Xian was in danger, and he had to leave this place as quickly as possible.
Gritting his teeth, Su Han walked into the great hall.
The next mont, his pupils shrank as he drew in a sharp breath. Inside the hall were roughly three thousand figures, each one vivid and lifelike. The one closest to Su Han was a man in white robes with matching white hair. He was remarkably handso, and behind him shimred a Phenonon of the Dragon Phoenix Harmony.
"This is... the Dragon Phoenix Saint Body!" Su Han cried out in shock, recognizing the Phenonon unique to it. He was familiar with it because the Great Crown Prince had developed the Dragon Phoenix Saint Body after obtaining his Dragon Soul War Blood.
Although the white-haired man before him bore no aura whatsoever, he emanated an unprecedented pressure. It created an irresistible urge in Su Han to kneel and worship, as if he were before a divine spirit.
"Magnetism Holy Body!"
"Heavenly Mandate Holy Body!"
"Purple Mist Spiritual Body!"
As Su Han looked at each figure, he realized that every single one possessed a powerful Special Physique. All Three Thousand Physiques recorded on the list could be found here. Moreover, these Special Physiques had all been developed to their extre. Like the white-haired man, they all subjected Su Han to imnse pressure. It was as if these individuals had transcended the mortal world and stepped into the Divine Realm.
The Prison Divine Palace... could all these people be God Realm powerhouses? Thinking of the hall’s na, Su Han couldn’t help but feel a chill crawl down his spine. However, though these people were vivid and lifelike, they seed frozen by an Immobilization Technique, unable to move and lacking even a hint of life force, as if they had been dead for thousands or even tens of thousands of years.
But that wasn’t the most shocking part. What truly stunned him was that all these powerful, god-like beings were kneeling on the ground. In the center of the hall was a floating throne. There was no one on it—only a Ghostly Face Mask with an ambiguous expression, neither crying nor laughing. Everyone in the hall was kneeling toward it. Could the owner of this Ghostly Face Mask be the master of the Prison Divine Palace?
While Su Han was still puzzled, the Ghostly Face Mask flew up on its own and headed straight for him. Before he could react, it latched onto his face.
"I am the Cruel Demon Emperor, creator of the Devouring Heaven Demonic Art. I have devoured the Three Thousand Physiques, achieved Refinent of the Three Thousand Great Daos, and ultimately forged the Chaotic Divine Body.
"Today, I have imprisoned three thousand gods and demons for my disciples to cultivate. With each Special Physique you devour, you will attain the complete legacy of that individual. I hope you will succeed in your cultivation; I will be waiting for you in the Nine Heavens!"
An icy, impersonal voice echoed in Su Han’s mind.
The Cruel Demon Emperor? The Devouring Heaven Demonic Art? Three thousand gods and demons? Su Han was shaken. At that mont, the Cultivation Technique for the Devouring Heaven Demonic Art appeared in his mind. The Devouring Heaven Demonic Art could devour Special Physiques and Origin Sources to strengthen one’s body and potential. If one could devour the Three Thousand Special Constitutions, they would forge the ultimate Chaotic Divine Body. Furthermore, with each Special Physique devoured, one would also obtain its Origin Technique. Most importantly, the Devouring Heaven Demonic Art had no talent requirents; even an ordinary person with a Mortal Body could practice it.
Devour, refine, and strip away—it was truly deserving of the na ’Demonic Technique’! If it brings vengeance, what harm is there in cultivating a demonic technique?! Fury raged within him.
Having made his decision, Su Han imdiately fell to his knees and kowtowed three tis toward the throne.
"Disciple Su Han pays his respects to Master!"
As Su Han knelt, an inexplicable surge of emotion rushed straight into his heart. I am a demon! I shall cut down all who deceive and insult ! I am a demon! I shall slaughter every enemy in this world! I am a demon! I shall kill every cur that has betrayed !
BOOM!
The mont Su Han’s apprenticeship was accepted, an indescribable Demonic Qi burst forth from the Ghostly Face Mask, instantly spreading through his limbs and bones. This Demonic Qi was so potent that it not only healed all his injuries in an instant but also swiftly restored his strength.
Foundation Establishnt Realm First Layer!
Foundation Establishnt Realm Second Layer!
Foundation Establishnt Realm Third Layer!
...
Eventually, Su Han’s strength recovered to the Foundation Establishnt Realm Fourth Layer. The Demonic Qi was incredibly pure and condensed, like hundredfold-refined steel.
My strength... It’s returned! Su Han was ecstatic. Only one who has fallen into hell can truly appreciate the value of heaven!
WHOOSH!
His consciousness quickly withdrew from the Prison Divine Palace and returned to his body.
"You bitch, behave yourself or you’ll suffer!"
The crisp sound of a slap rang out. Another bright red handprint appeared on Lu Yunxian’s face, and blood trickled from the corner of her mouth. She was a picture of misery.
Su Han’s face instantly twisted with rage as he rushed over. "You dare harm my Fairy Sister Yun Xian? You truly deserve to die!" Su Han’s eyes were blood-red and blazing with fury as he threw a punch at Steward Li.
BOOM!
As their fists collided, Steward Li was forced back several steps, his face etched with shock. "You... you’ve actually restored your cultivation?"
Su Han was unconscious for a month! Before, he couldn’t even withstand a single kick, yet now he has forced back! His Dragon Soul War Blood was stolen! He’s supposed to be a cripple, without even the strength of the Foundation Establishnt Realm. And I’m at the Fifth Layer of the Foundation Establishnt Realm!
"Hmph, you talk too much. Today, I’m taking your life!" Su Han snorted coldly. The Demonic Qi in him began to circulate, and his fair fist was instantly enveloped in a layer of black. With an explosive crackle of air, his punch shot toward Steward Li.
"Not good!" Steward Li’s expression changed drastically. He hurriedly summoned his Spiritual Energy and shaped his right hand into a palm strike.
BANG!
As fist t palm, Steward Li’s face contorted. His White Jade Palm technique was shattered in an instant, the bones in his hand breaking. A cold, sinister energy seeped into his body, causing his entire right hand to go numb.
PUFF!
Steward Li was flung backward once again, spitting out a large mouthful of blood. His face was pale, and he was utterly dispirited.
"Impossible! How could you possess such terrifying Combat Power!" Steward Li looked on in horror, unable to accept the outco.
But Su Han’s face remained like ice. He stepped on Steward Li’s body and smashed down another punch, directly breaking the steward’s right leg. As he watched, a boundless pride surged in his heart. In this world, strength is the only eternal truth.
"AHHHH! I belong to the Great Crown Prince! How dare you break my leg! You waste, do you want the Lu Family to be buried along with you?!" Steward Li’s pig-like squeal echoed through the room.
But Su Han didn’t care in the slightest. He was about to strike again and cripple the steward for good. Just then, a flurry of hurried footsteps approached from outside. Before anyone arrived, an angry shout echoed from beyond the door:
"Su Han, how dare you!"
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