I meet all the requirements for becoming a god in this world!

Chapter 113 The eldest master was stunned.

That night.

The stars in the sky were dazzling.

The gates of the Imperial Prison of the Regent's Office resembled the mouth of a giant beast, with jagged teeth and fangs.

A faint smell of blood permeated the air.

The imperial prison was unguarded.

A faint mist hangs in the slightly distorted air.

Cheng Laiyun stood there, feeling somewhat uneasy.

In his hand was a blood-red token.

The token was engraved with a monstrous beast, Taotie, whose eyes stared straight at him, as if trying to absorb his soul.

"There is a large array at the entrance of the Imperial Prison. Be sure to take this token with you when you enter."

Gao Heyun's voice still echoed in my ears.

"Phew~"

Cheng Laiyun took a deep breath, clutching the blood-red token in his hand, and tentatively took a step forward.

"Buzz".

One step and it landed.

It felt like ten thousand years had passed.

Mountains of corpses and seas of blood, countless wronged souls weeping and wailing.

Cries and murmurs filled the air, and inscriptions of the Great Dao appeared before his eyes.

In that instant.

He felt that his Dao heart was almost broken.

Fortunately, the next moment...

"Ding~"

A crisp sound rang out.

It's like leaving your key in an empty hallway.

It instantly brought his previously empty gaze to life.

All the illusions that had just crossed my mind vanished in an instant, like bubbles.

Cheng Laiyun lowered his head, looked at the blood-red token in his hand that was emitting a warm glow, and swallowed hard.

"Who came up with this research?"

I have lingering fears.

He tried to calm his heartbeat.

At this moment, he had unknowingly entered the gates of the imperial prison.

He turned around and looked, but did not see a door.

All that remained was a dark, deep, and incomprehensible wall.

"Is this correct?"

Cheng Laiyun gripped the token tightly in his hand, looked up in astonishment at the towering wall in front of him.

I looked up, following his gaze.

The entire imperial prison resembled a giant tower.

He was inside the first floor of the tower.

The cells were arranged like a fence, forming a large circle.

The cell had no door, only iron pillars as thick as an arm standing there.

And so he appeared brazenly in the middle of this circle of cells.

"Whoosh!!"

The moment he appeared.

Countless gazes, some appraising, some greedy, some malicious, and some indifferent and cold, were directed at him.

"What are you looking at?!"

Cheng Laiyun's face was cold, and his voice was icy.

The imposing aura emanating from him was immediately released.

The first level of the Imperial Prison is only for those who have just entered the ranks of extraordinary beings.

As a seventh-rank cultivator, he could overwhelm them with his mere aura.

The space suddenly fell silent.

Those gazes instantly turned panicked, and then they lowered their heads.

"Phew~"

"This feels so good."

Cheng Laiyun smiled.

Since transmigrating to this point, this is the first time he has experienced the joy of overwhelming superiority in cultivation.

You should know that from the moment he began his cultivation, all the friends and enemies he encountered were stronger than him.

Wei Xianjun, Tian Jiude, Zhang Hong —

Gao Heyun, Master, and Liu Yundu from earlier —

Even the young lady—well.

A gentle light flashed in Cheng Laiyun's eyes as he thought of the young lady.

I've missed you terribly since I last saw you.

After meeting with the eldest master, he immediately returned to the Ministry of Works to see the young lady.

His cultivation level is now the same as the young lady's.

"Our eldest master is on the eighth level of the imperial prison—"

Cheng Laiyun muttered to himself as he searched for the stairs, but after turning around for a long time, he still couldn't find where the stairs of this giant tower were.

Moreover, this giant tower is somewhat eerie.

Standing outside the gate of the imperial prison, which was only a two-story building.

But once inside, they discovered that the entire prison was incredibly high.

The eighth floor is only the middle section.

There are eight more floors above.

However, he remembered what Gao Heyun had said.

The token in his hand can only guarantee him entry to the eighth level; he cannot enter the ninth level.

"How do I get to the eighth floor? Do I fly up?"

Cheng Laiyun's lips twitched slightly.

Logically speaking, someone with a seventh-grade cultivation level shouldn't have the skill of "flight".

The only way to fly is through a colossus.

Moreover, even when he drives the colossus, the distance and altitude he can fly are very limited.

A thought arose.

"Buzz!!"

Countless points of light surged from his sea of ​​consciousness.

The dark gold armor plates were layered upon each other.

The psionic conduit lit up, and a ghostly blue light shone through the gaps in the armor plates.

A colossal statue, twelve feet tall, appeared instantly in the tranquil prison.

"Jarvis, activate flight mode."

A smile appeared on Cheng Laiyun's lips in the giant statue.

Bend your knees.

Jump up!

Lift your feet off the ground!

"Chirp!!"

The colossus carried him and flew upwards!

Of course, Jarvis wasn't there.

Cheng Laiyun was just having a fit of teenage angst.

The colossus can only truly fly after his cultivation in the Mo Sect reaches the sixth rank.

The sixth rank is a hurdle for the Mo Sect.

Seventh rank: Concentrating the Spirit; Sixth rank: Controlling the Soul.

Once one reaches the sixth rank, one's spiritual power can begin to communicate with heaven and earth and mobilize the spiritual energy between them.

This way, he can ensure continuous flight when he drives the colossus.

Instead of the current situation where, after flying a certain distance, the driving force is interrupted due to the weakening of divine power and the depletion of spiritual energy within the body.

It flies very fast.

layer.

Second floor.

Three floors.

Reaching the eighth floor is just a matter of two breaths.

Cheng Laiyun drove the giant statue, which hovered in the center of the first layer.

I looked up and glanced around.

Compared to the densely packed prison cells on the first floor.

The eighth floor is significantly smaller.

There are only six rooms.

Each room is a huge space.

But the fence faintly emitted some kind of mysterious inscription, making it impossible for him to see the scenery inside.

"Type A, No. 4"

Cheng Laiyun quickly spotted a number ahead, and his eyes gleamed slightly behind his purple goggles.

Then he commanded the giant statue to fly straight towards that place.

Room No. 4, Class A —

It cannot be called a house.

Only by looking deeper can one truly understand.

This is a courtyard.

The courtyard was filled with the fragrance of flowers and the aroma of fresh grass.

Not far away, there is a pool of clear water.

There are also strangely shaped rocks and artificial hills.

Where is the prison?

They're clearly here on vacation.

An old man sat indifferently on a futon in the middle of the courtyard.

He wasn't wearing prison clothes.

Instead, he was dressed in a bright red official robe!

He sat there cross-legged, hands folded on his knees, back ramrod straight, as if he weren't trapped in a prison, but meditating in his own quiet room.

His hair was already gray, but it was combed meticulously and tied up with a simple wooden hairpin.

His face was clear of tumors, and his bones were slightly protruding, but this did not diminish his composed demeanor.

His eyebrows were very light, with the ends drooping slightly, which gave him a gentle and compassionate look.

Those eyes were extremely dark and deep, as dark as an ancient well and as deep as an abyss.

Wherever his gaze falls, it seems to pierce through all illusions and see the true nature of things.

There was no fluctuation of spiritual energy around him, but there was an invisible aura that isolated the cell from the outside world.

He is the Grand Elder of the Mo Sect.

The current Minister of Works of the Great Yuan Dynasty.

He held the rank of second grade official.

Cultivation level three!

Yu Qingzheng!

At this moment, Yu Qingzheng was gazing at the scene before him.

A glint of brilliance was brewing in those deep eyes.

He murmured slowly, then sighed softly, "The Mo Sect—"

"The art of inscription is ultimately a minor skill; once you reach the third rank, there is no further advancement."

"Third Brother's actions—destroying his own body—are nothing more than drinking poison to quench his thirst and sealing off his own path."

After a long silence, his face showed some melancholy: "I wonder when I will be able to recreate the scene from ancient times, when the might of the colossus swept across the world—"

His voice also carried a hint of expectation.

"hehe."

That laugh carried a hint of self-mockery, and even more so, a touch of helplessness.

"The colossal statue of Yushu — alas."

sigh.

Just as he was about to close his eyes and start circulating his inner energy again.

"!!!"

A dark golden figure suddenly crashed onto the ground less than two zhang in front of him.

After seeing the figure in front of him clearly.

Yu Qingzheng's hand under his sleeve suddenly trembled.

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