Under One Person, your rebellious life has reached the heavens?

Suddenly, Jiang Mo's projection spoke, instructing everyone to modify their appearance and conceal their aura. They crossed the imperial dynasty's many prisons and arrived at the Heavenly Prison, located tens of thousands of miles underground.

This place is always brightly lit; it's an upside-down underground city, divided into eighteen levels. The deeper you go, the more vicious and ruthless the criminals are imprisoned.

The first ten floors imprison hundreds of millions of criminals and corrupt officials from the capital.

Floors 11 to 16 imprisoned various heretical cultivators from different sects and lineages within the country, as well as spies and demonic cultivators from neighboring dynasties, numbering approximately 60 million.

The seventeenth floor imprisons beings who have emerged from different forbidden zones of life, as well as extraterrestrial demons, totaling approximately 200,000.

The eighteenth floor houses the most terrifying criminals in history, those who could potentially shake the dynasty's rule. The exact number is unknown, but it should be within the hundreds.

Every corner of the Eternal Night Prison is guarded by jailers of varying cultivation levels.

The weakest and most numerous are the True One Realm martial cultivators. Above them are the few elite Divine Bridge Realm jailers, who are only one step away from becoming Myriad Transformation Martial Kings, comparable to Immortal Mansion Dao Lords.

Next are the Ten Prison Guardians, all of whom are Martial Kings at the Myriad Transformations Realm, located between the eleventh and eighteenth floors.

In the end, there are the three great prison kings: 'Heaven', 'Earth', and 'Human'. They are martial arts cultivators of the flawless realm, qualified to contend for the throne of the imperial dynasty. They have been guarding the Heavenly Prison for over a thousand years, which is quite special. They are sealed in blood coffins for many years and rarely come back to life.

The three kings did not concern themselves with ordinary prison matters; they left them all to the ten prison guards.

At the edge of the entrance to the first level of the Heavenly Prison, Jiang Mo, a transparent figure, gazed at the black city below, like a lurking, ancient beast. His gaze pierced through the lower levels, and a faint smile played on his lips.

"This place is interesting..."

Chapter 617 Meeting an Old Friend, Shattered Ice Sculpture

Under Jiang Mo's cover, the figures of the Root Plague, the Evil Spirit Ancestor, the Candle Dragon, and the Flying Immortal Master appeared one after another. Their auras were concealed perfectly, leaving no trace or form, as if they were transparent.

Rather than being transparent, a more accurate description would be that, under Jiang Mo's leadership and with the power to manipulate the annals of time, their position was not within the dimension of the present moment.

They exist in the past, separated from the present by an invisible and intangible barrier.

That special barrier enveloped each of their bodies, allowing them to exist in the era before the birth of the dynasty and before the existence of prisons. In this way, the numerous arrays of the Heavenly Prison in later generations would never be able to detect their arrival.

"Walk."

Looking down at the massive, upside-down underground city, Jiang Mo spoke softly, his figure swooping down like a hunting eagle, instantly traversing the first underground level and plummeting hundreds of miles before finally reaching the entrance to the second level.

"call out!"

"call out!"

The four people, including the one who originated the plague, followed closely behind, all turning into afterimages as they continued to fall.

"Buzz!"

"Buzz!"

"Buzz!"

The barrier of the Heavenly Prison was not triggered, and in the blink of an eye, the group arrived at the seventeenth level of the Heavenly Prison, the legendary place where extraterrestrial demons were imprisoned.

What is a demon from beyond the heavens?

Those beings who come to the Immortal Realm from outer stars for various unknown reasons, or who are swept up by spacetime turbulence from other universes or worlds and descend upon the Immortal Realm, are collectively known as extraterrestrial demons.

The moment they arrived, the Great Ye Dynasty had a special team of martial arts practitioners responsible for capturing them. Often, before they had even grown up, they would be taken to the Heavenly Prison for interrogation and imprisonment.

Therefore, most of the extraterrestrial demons on the seventeenth level of the Heavenly Prison are relatively weak beings. If they were not special and posed a risk to the Immortal Realm, they would not even be qualified to be imprisoned on the tenth level or below.

It was precisely these weak prisoners that led Emperor Wu of the reigning dynasty to decide to imprison the divine general Wu Qian, who had offended the public, here in order to protect his life.

If it were any other prison level, Wu Qian would probably have been torn to pieces by the other vicious inmates on the spot.

Soon, a familiar aura appeared. Jiang Mo seemed to sense it, stopped in his tracks, turned his head to gaze at the endless, dark prison corridor, and finally fixed his gaze on a certain cell.

"what happened?"

The source of the disease frowned, wondering why Jiang Mo had stopped. The eighteenth level of the Heavenly Prison was just ahead. Could it be that there were people he knew on the seventeenth level?

"Since I've met a general from the Imperial Dynasty whom I've dealt with before, I might as well go and take a look."

After explaining the reason, Jiang Mo led everyone on a stroll through the intricate network of corridors.

Every 10,000 meters, there is a powerful martial arts prison guard. Looking around, most of the figures imprisoned in the cells have become piles of white bones. Those who survived are covered in wounds, tortured beyond recognition, and filled with resentment.

A moment later, Jiang Mo arrived at the seventeenth floor of the Heavenly Prison, in cell number 23, located before the entrance to the eighteenth floor.

In the dimly lit prison cell, Wu Qian was nailed to a cross, his tendons and veins in his hands and feet completely destroyed. A scarlet bead of blood hung high above his head, continuously absorbing his life force, keeping his injuries at their most severe stage, ensuring that he neither died nor had any possibility of regaining his strength.

Of course, this was not the emperor's arrangement, but rather a secret deal made by someone else and a prison guard.

At this moment, a mysterious figure draped in a black robe and wearing a ferocious mask stood before the dying Wu Qian and mocked him cruelly:

"The emperor wants to protect you, but we cannot keep you here."

"If His Majesty were to believe your slander and relinquish the throne to an outsider, you, a wicked spirit who has emerged from the Heavenly Abyss, would deserve to die a thousand deaths."

"Let me see you off."

Having said that, the assassin slowly raised his right hand, his five fingers suddenly bursting with a poisonous green light, flickering with true qi like dancing flames, just about to strike Wu Qian's chest with a palm and end his life.

With a "whoosh!", the poisonous light emanating from the five fingers vanished without warning. This bizarre scene filled the envoy with a mixture of shock and anger, first anger, then shock, and finally fear...

Inside the entire prison, a guard had communicated with him beforehand and assured him that no one would interfere with his assassination attempt. Since Wu Qian was half-dead and unable to resist, the person who made the move was undoubtedly one of the legendary three prison kings from Heaven, Earth, and Man.

The envoy couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine at the thought. That was a Martial Saint of the Flawless Realm; crushing him was no different than crushing an ant.

He suppressed his inner terror, analyzed the situation before him, and finally chose to remove the magic nails from Wu Qian's limbs, take away the bloodthirsty bead that plundered blood energy, and retreat silently.

He quickened his pace unconsciously as he left the cell, not wanting to stay there for even a moment longer.

"......?"

Wu Qian, barely breathing, watched this scene with bewilderment.

He struggled to lift his head, his blurred vision initially appearing as an empty, dim expanse, then flashing again to reveal five figures that he could hardly believe.

"!!!"

Wu Qian, who was already mentally exhausted, was so frightened by the sudden appearance of Jiang Mo and others that he almost lost the ability to speak.

"You...you...how did you get here...?"

Even though he couldn't speak, Wu Qian's mental fluctuations still existed, which Jiang Mo easily sensed. He slowly smiled and said:

"Passing by."

"I just happened to run into you, so I thought I'd drop by. What happened? You've fallen to this state."

"well........"

Realizing that the other party had saved him, Wu Qian sighed helplessly and recounted everything that had happened.

"You actually want to recommend me as emperor? No wonder those old guys can't stand you."

"If I were to ascend the throne, where would those old devils find a place to live? Besides, I have no interest in being an emperor."

"Your idea is too naive, so naive that I don't know whether to call you stupid or brave."

Jiang Mo sighed a few times, reiterating that he had absolutely no chance of becoming the Martial Emperor of a great cause.

"Then...you...came here...for the eighteenth floor?" Wu Qian asked, barely clinging to life.

"Correct."

"Are you leaving? I can take you away."

With a wave of his hand, Jiang Mo caused the cross binding Wu Qian to suddenly turn into dust and dissipate, freeing him and slowly healing the wounds on his body.

"........"

Wu Qian's expression was complex, and a certain belief within him began to waver. After hesitating for a few moments, he shook his head and said:

"Just go..."

"As for your thoughts, I will convey them to His Majesty..."

"Then let him wash his neck and wait."

Jiang Mo smiled faintly, said nothing more, turned and left, and before leaving, he placed a twelve-hour restriction formation on the prison cell.

Jiang Mo then sped through the remaining twenty-odd prisons as if they were empty, arriving at the eighteenth floor.

Cold and damp.

A bone-chilling cold.

The structure of the eighteenth floor is different from that of the previous seventeen floors. In the prison of the eighteenth floor, there are floating ice sculptures one after another. These ice sculptures are located far apart and are imprisoned by taut mysterious chains, unable to move.

"This... this method is to suppress the entire dynasty's fortune by forming chains." The source of the plague narrowed its eyes and immediately analyzed the truth.

Of the eighteen layers of ice sculptures, six remain, six of which are humanoid, while the rest are incredibly large demon race rulers, including both beasts and plants. Three of the ten rulers have died and their souls have dissipated, leaving seven still clinging to life.

Of the humanoid prisoners, two died, and four are still alive.

At the center of this prison stand three magnificent palaces, which are the origin and extension of the chains, the heart of the entire prison, and the resting place of the three prison kings.

"Do it?"

The source of the plague asked with a flickering gaze, intending to kill the three kings first and corrupt them.

"Just lock it up."

Jiang Mo spoke up to stop them, his eyes gleaming with a peculiar light as he discerned the mystery of this prison. A massive amount of imperial dynasty's fortune was being bestowed upon the three blood coffins within the three palaces, and the ice sculptures imprisoning the prisoners were imprinted with countless patterns containing unknown killing moves, which could very well detonate the moment the three were injured, killing the prisoners.

"I come."

Jiang Mo revealed himself, formed hand seals, activated the true qi within his body, and unleashed his magic. Countless void arrays densely pressed down, and he also set up a forbidden domain of myriad laws evolved from true magic to restrict the spread of the magic and supernatural powers within to the outside world.

Finally, he gently stroked his left index finger, and a non-existent timeline extended from the past to this point, transforming into a long river of time that encircled the three palaces, completely locking away the slumbering beings inside and denying them the chance to detonate the ice sculptures.

All of this was done in just a few breaths, but the strange phenomena and unfamiliar atmosphere in the prison quickly attracted the attention of the 11 surviving prisoners.

"!!!"

"!!"

In an instant, all the prisoners on the eighteenth floor were shocked. A supreme Dao Lord had actually come to break them out of prison? Who was he here for?!

"Fellow Daoist, could you please rescue me? I am willing to offer you a great treasure in gratitude."

"Fellow Daoist, I am a king who failed to seize the throne in this dynasty. I was plotted against and persecuted by the Imperial Preceptor and imprisoned here. I hope you can help me escape. I will remember your kindness for a hundred or a thousand years."

"Fellow......"

A jumble of urgent voices rang out one after another. These prisoners, who had been held captive for countless years, were driven to madness upon seeing Jiang Mo's arrival. With their chance to escape so close, who could remain calm?

Even the prisoner locked at the farthest point, the one Jiang Mo and his group were searching for, slowly raised his head and pleaded in a voice as hoarse as dry tree bark:

"This old man is Zhao Linyu, the Third Elder of the Origin Heaven Array Sect in the Central Continent of the Immortal Realm..."

"I have been trapped here for many years. I would be extremely grateful if you could rescue me and let me see the light of day again."

"The Central Continent of the Immortal Realm?!"

The source of the plague's eyes gleamed with curiosity. It had heard of that place, which was also part of the Immortal Realm, located in the extremely distant west, so far that even an ordinary peerless Dao Lord might not be able to reach it in their entire life.

"You're the one we've been looking for!"

Having said that, the source of the plague strode over to the ice sculpture of the sealed elder and cut to the chase:

"I can take you out, but you have to do something for us."

"Fellow Daoist, please speak..."

"With your skill level, can you break through the ancient clan formations left behind by powerful forces such as the Undying Ruins, the Human King Clan, the True Cultivation Pavilion, the Primordial Sun Refining Phoenix, and the Fighting Saint Ape?"

The Root of the Plague asked tentatively, a fleeting hint of doubt in its eyes, a slight disappointment in its heart. The withered and decadent old man before it seemed to be only at the mid-stage of the Supreme Dao Lord realm.

Those powerful humans and demons who locked it up back then were all at the peak of the Supreme Dao Lord level or ultimate beings at the Nine Palaces and Nine Stars Ruler level, more than a hundred times stronger than Zhao Linyu.

"Fellow Daoist, look over here, I can help you."

"Fellow Daoist, here, here are immortal treasures!"

Before Zhao Linyu could reply, the other prisoners in the cells spoke up anxiously, fearing they might not have a chance to be rescued.

"Shut up."

The source of the disease roared, its eyes flashing with a cruel slant, threatening without mercy:

"If you keep making noise, none of you are going to get out."

"Boom!"