Dao Ye is going to ascend

Chapter 777 The Mural in the Prison
"Om~"

After reading through the inscription on the stone tablet, Li Yuan felt a familiar fluctuation.

"The law!"

Li Yuan reached out and touched the stone tablet. A flash of light appeared before his eyes, and he saw the net of law that Jian Lian had seen many times before.

The difference is that what he can see at this moment is the lowest level of the legal network, and the only function he can perceive is 'sacrifice'!
"This prison can absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and cultivate magic, but at least a trace of magical power must be sacrificed every day..."

Sensing the message from the legal network, Li Yuan frowned, and many of the doubts he had when he first entered the Xuanhuang Realm were resolved.

For example, why are there so few cultivators in the Xuanhuang Great World...?

For example, the origin of the French Open's "enlightenment"...

"These prisoners in the Tower of Heavenly Sin are the very foundation of the legal system."

"How cruel."

Looking at his imprisonment sentence of 112,000 years, Li Yuan couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy.

The Three Saints Sect truly doesn't treat prisoners as human beings.

Silently memorizing all the information, Li Yuan stood up, dragging his heavy shackles, and slowly moved around the prison, which was several dozen feet in diameter.

These shackles not only suppressed his cultivation to the barely attainable level, but were also as heavy as mountains, making it difficult for him to move.

"The five senses were also suppressed to an extremely low level..."

Li Yuan frowned and looked around.

The darkness of the prison was as thick as ink. Without using the weapon-wielding talisman to enhance his abilities, he couldn't even see a palm's width away. Even after changing to a perception set, he still couldn't see outside the prison.

Suppressing his discomfort, Li Yuan scanned the surroundings.

The prison was entirely blackish-gray, made of an unknown material. Even the Shadow Demon Water could not corrode it. He could only vaguely see divine runes at the limit of his perception.

"Om~"

Li Yuan silently adjusted his control combination, scanning the prison with the faint light emitted by the stone tablet. Soon, his gaze fell on the prison wall.

On the gray-black stone wall is an extremely intricate and eerie mural.

“This mural…”

Li Yuan slowly approached, but couldn't help feeling a jolt of surprise.

The murals covering the entire prison walls depict countless figures, some human, some animal, and some weapons and plants.

There are countless races and creatures.

These figures were so close together that most of them overlapped, making it unsettling to look at.

"Five hundred and four hundred million..."

Li Yuan quickly calculated with his fingers and then looked at the stone tablet: "Does the number on this stone tablet refer to the number of prisoners who were once imprisoned in this 'D' number?"

The thought flashed through Li Yuan's mind, and his gaze suddenly sharpened.

The figures on the mural seem to be wriggling?

“This mural…”

With the blessing of the weapon-wielding talisman, Li Yuan keenly sensed the anomaly. He concentrated intently, observing the nearest figure.

"Om~"

A stream of light seemed to appear before my eyes.

In an instant, Li Yuan seemed to see the dark void, the mountains and rivers, the plants and trees, and the spirit beasts and Taoist soldiers...

"Is this the legal realm of those previous prisoners?!"

"No, it's a trap!"

Although it was only a fleeting glimpse, Li Yuan's heart skipped a beat: "They actually managed to capture the entire Dharma Realm?"

The spirit returned to the netherworld.

The Strange Land is the divine realm of a fallen powerhouse that has been eroded by the Netherworld.

In other words, when a cultivator dies, whether it is the Dharma Realm or the Dharma Heaven, they will inevitably fall into the Ruins of Return!
“How is this possible…” Li Yuan slowly scanned the mural, looking at the hundreds of millions of figures on it, and realized that the Tower of Heavenly Sin was even more terrifying than he had imagined.

When cultivators at the fifth realm or above clash, their primary objective is inevitably to destroy the opponent's Dharma realm.

However, this destruction is carried out with cultivators as the anchor point. Once a cultivator dies, the Dharma Realm immediately falls into darkness and becomes difficult to find again.

Without this cultivator as an anchor point, it would be extremely difficult to find someone's Dharma realm in the endless and vast Netherworld Ruins.

Because the cultivator's Dharma realm, in a certain sense, is already part of the Void.

Unless one leaves a trace, it is impossible to divine.

"Perhaps these prisoners sacrificed themselves to the Dharma Realm? Or, after sacrificing everything, will the Dharma Realm also be taken away by the Tower of Heavenly Sin?"

With a variety of thoughts flashing through his mind, the Shadow Demon body collapsed to the ground, as if examining a mural, while Li Yuan's consciousness returned to his own Dharma Realm.

……

"Shh!"

In Yuanshi City, beneath the Xuan Teng Mother Tree, Li Yuan slowly opened his eyes.

As his will descended, the entire Abyss Realm seemed to stir, and the nine True Forms, each performing their respective duties, emitted roars that were either low or majestic.

A vine droops over her shoulder, and the mother tree of the Myriad Vine ripples with pleasure.

Letting the long vines fall on his shoulders, Li Yuan stood up and walked slowly.

Yuanshi City remained simple and empty, with only occasional streaks of light falling into the city, completing the buildings and expanding Yuanshi City.

This is the refining method of the Nine True Forms.

"Even if all nine True Forms are cultivated together, it is not considered fast."

Li Yuan could sense the busyness of the nine True Forms. With the blessing of the Five Emperors Temple, his cultivation progress was much faster than that of other cultivators who also possessed the nine True Forms.

But for him, it was still a bit too slow.

There was no other reason than that he stopped refining demons after entering the Xuanhuang Great World.

"Fortunately, we had accumulated a large number of demon remains beforehand, otherwise the Fire Phoenix Furnace would have had to shut down, and the refining of the Bone Demon would have had to be suspended..."

As Li Yuan surveyed the various parts of the Abyss Realm, a multitude of thoughts flashed through his mind.

The Dharma realm is the boundary where all dharmas converge.

The larger and more strictly ordered a place is, the more profound its foundation is, which is related to its future ascension to heaven.

“Spell cultivation is not something that can be achieved overnight, so it’s no wonder that so many people are keen on exploring mysterious places. A five-realm strange place that suits you is worth a hundred years of hard work.”

Glancing at the colossal mountain that was still trembling and constantly spewing out skeletal demons, Li Yuan flashed into the 'Shadow Demon Realm' in the shadows.

He was highly focused, surveying every inch of the Shadow Demon Realm without missing a single detail.

After a long while, Li Yuan landed under the Yuan Ying Chun Yang Tree, his brows slightly furrowed. After surveying the area, he did not sense anything unusual in the Dharma Realm.

"The Dharma realm has not shifted, nor has any foreign energy invaded..."

"In that case, the Tower of Sin should not have the ability to subdue the Dharma Realm..."

"Perhaps, the Dharma realms depicted in those murals were sacrifices made by the imprisoned cultivators themselves?"

"But how could so many cultivators possibly sacrifice their own Dharma realms..."

Li Yuan frowned and pondered for a long time without success, so he could only suppress his thoughts for the time being, and just warned himself that he must never make a sacrifice in the Tower of Heavenly Sin.

"Hmm... Fortunately, there are still a batch of demonic shadows remaining within my body..."

Inside the prison, Li Yuan's eyes flickered as he slowly scanned the many figures on the murals, or rather, the strange places connected to these figures.

"Five hundred and forty million Dharma realms!"

Li Yuan was both wary and tempted:

"If only I could have a bite of this..."

(End of this chapter)