Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension-Chapter 501 - 331 Ear Reporting God

Bang!

Zhao Sheng and his three companions were walking in the corridor when a muffled thud suddenly came from the door of a cell nearby, causing the walls to faintly tremble.

Bang bang bang!

Following that, the huge sound of something slamming against the walls of the cell continued, as if a colossal creature was imprisoned inside.

At this moment, the prison seemed to be stimulated, as various strange noises began to emerge from several cells—thumping against walls, scratching sounds, ghastly howls, and chanting were all present.

Zhao Sheng wasn't surprised; the inmates held in the Sixteen-layered Prison were all difficult to deal with, and it appeared that some prisoners had turned into zombies after death.

The Black Armor Prison Guards were already accustomed to this, showing no emotion on their faces.

The four approached cell number thirteen, where the guard opened the cell door for Zhao Sheng and another person, but they did not enter, instead standing guard outside.

"...Heavenly Dao is boundless!"

Yushu spoke his Daoist name before stepping inside.

Zhao Sheng followed him in and looked up, his pupils involuntarily narrowing slightly.

The cell was filled with Evil Ice on the floor, but in the center lay a short, chubby, old man calmly resting.

Seemingly awakened by the two, the old man slowly sat up from the ground and lazily stretched his back.

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"Hehe, Junior Brother, you've finally arrived," said Qiu Santong, revealing a lewd, strange smile as soon as he saw Yushu.

"Junior Brother?!" Zhao Sheng was shocked inside and turned to look at Yushu Daoist.

Yushu's expression was complex, showing both regret and disdain for incompetence.

"Qiu Santong, do you know your wrongs?" asked Yushu.

Qiu Santong slapped his thigh and said with a face full of remorse, "Ah, I was the one who pulled you out of misery back in the day, and now you won't even call me 'Senior Brother.' Human nature has truly decayed! Where did I go wrong? Tell me, Yushu."

"...Your mistake lies in the fact that the Righteous Path and the devilish forces cannot coexist, in colluding with rebels, and in betraying our sect. On the verge of death, do you still refuse to see the truth?"

Qiu Santong replied calmly and indifferently, "What is right and what is devilry? The Heavenly Dao Sect treats all beings as lesser than strays, brutal and inhumane—is this the so-called Righteous Path? The Heavenly Rebel Alliance rises in revolt on behalf of the people, aiming to change the heavens! Are they truly what's called devilry?"

"Senior Brother, you've Fallen Demon! You fail to see that our sect enforces the Heavenly Dao, appoints deities, and upholds the order of the cosmos while nurturing all Life,

while those rebels seek to disrupt the world's order, leading countless beings to devastation, and even entertaining the delusion of slaughtering the heavens! They are the most malignant cancer of this world."

"Haha! So what if slaughtering the heavens? Has the Heavenly Dao not long since perished? You all know very well what abomination now sits high above us," Qiu Santong scoffed.

Yushu Daoist's demeanor changed drastically as he shouted, "Hold your tongue! You're on death's doorstep and still refuse to repent. Qiu Santong, your Devilish Thoughts are deeply ingrained, and your crimes are monstrous! Today, I will purge our sect."

No sooner had his words ended than an overwhelming pressure burst forth from Yushu, and in the Void behind him, pairs of blood-red, pitch-black, and pure white "elongated eyes" appeared, all cold and merciless, exuding an air of superiority.

Golden Core!

Zhao Sheng was startled and immediately wanted to withdraw from the cell, but he found himself immobilized as a pair of those slender eyes fiercely fixed on him.

"Wait!"

Qiu Santong immediately shouted, "Don't you want to retrieve the Secret Technique of Summoning the Gods?"

Upon hearing these words, Yushu hesitated and coldly responded, "I will take back the Secret Technique, but you must die nonetheless!"

"I know! The old man won't live for many more years anyway. Otherwise, why would I have summoned you? Since you've brought this young man along, I will keep my promise."

At this point, Qiu Santong's gaze shifted towards Zhao Sheng, and he beckoned with his hand, "Boy, come here."

Looking astonished, Zhao Sheng glanced at Yushu, and guided by his gaze, walked over slowly.

"Move faster! The old man won't eat you," Qiu Santong said.

Zhao Sheng deliberately dragged his feet and sluggishly approached Qiu Santong.

Qiu Santong abruptly seized Zhao Sheng's hand and scraped his wrist forcefully with his three-inch long nails,

in an instant, blood gushed forth like a fountain!

But quickly, the wound on Zhao Sheng's wrist began to shrink rapidly, healing at a visible speed.

"Hehe, I knew I wasn't wrong," Qiu Santong released his hand, appearing quite satisfied as he nodded.

However, the next moment, he waved his hand dismissively and said, "Alright, you're done here. Get out!"

Zhao Sheng, feeling perplexed, turned to leave this place of strife.

"Wait a moment!" Yushu then spoke up.

Zhao Sheng's steps halted, and he stopped in place.

"He... is also a Divine Descent Body?!" Yushu asked in a deep voice.

Annoyed, Qiu Santong scratched his head and said, "He's not. But he's not far off. This kid's bloodline is unusual. Didn't you see it too?"

Yushu tested him, "Qiu Santong, could it be that you wish to leave behind a legacy? Hmph, wishful thinking! The unspoken secrets of our sect are not something outsiders can glimpse!"

"You're still as suspicious as ever, Yushu. Do you really think this crippled man can pull one over on you right in front of your face? Ridiculous!" Qiu Santong responded.

After speaking, Qiu Santong angrily shouted, "Boy, you have nothing to do with this any longer, get out!"

Zhao Sheng felt a release, the invisible gaze that had been upon him was gone.

Without hesitating, he quickly walked out.

Boom!

Just as he stepped out of the cell, a loud bang echoed from behind, and the double-layered iron doors slammed shut.

Zhao Sheng stood to one side expressionless, yet ripples surged through his heart.

For in the Void before him, suddenly there appeared a tiny figure, just over an inch tall.

The "little person" was blue-black in color, with short limbs, a smooth and shiny little head, but equipped with a pair of extraordinarily large ears—Zhao Feng ears, in fact, which were larger in circumference than the body itself.