Supreme Emptiness

Chapter 1892: Chapter 1935: Sumeru Divine Prison

Jiang Fan’s expression turned grim. He decisively retracted the Black Sword, then suddenly extended it, sending the Puppet flying.

"Long, longer, longest!" With three consecutive shouts, the metal Puppet was knocked flying each time.

The Nine Nether Demon Venerable was briefly stunned as he watched, and said, "Is that... how you’re supposed to use a sword?"

Jiang Fan felt as if he had discovered a new continent.

Compared to slashing, this Evil Sword seemed more suited for stabbing.

Of course, that was only because the Puppets in front of him didn’t have much Spiritual Wisdom and didn’t know how to dodge, so he could skewer them with pinpoint accuracy.

If it were a normal Sage instead, actually managing to stab them would be a miracle.

Swoosh swoosh swoosh—

Suddenly, a dense series of air-tearing sounds came.

Jiang Fan looked up, and his scalp went numb.

The battle here had attracted the attention of a large number of metal Puppets from beyond the sky, who were diving down in groups of ten.

There were at least several dozen of them!

Each one of these Puppets possessed Sage Level battle power. With so many attacking at once, even a Two Calamities Realm Sage would die on the spot in frustration!

Worse still, they all unleashed a Void Storm, and at their speed, they would be upon them in just a few breaths.

"We’re here!" At this critical moment, the Nine Nether Demon Venerable barked out a low shout.

Jiang Fan looked over and saw a massive stone gate embedded in the ground, made of the same black, rock-hard stone.

But on the stone gate there was a humanoid gap.

It was as if some terrifying existence had walked out from inside, melting a human-shaped hole through the gate.

And on the stone gate were a few extremely ancient characters.

"Sumeru Divine Prison"!

Just looking at it, Jiang Fan immediately felt a vast, boundless pressure surge toward him.

His soul, Physical Power, and even Soul Power were all severely suppressed.

Even the Nine Nether Demon Venerable had his speed somewhat suppressed.

"Prison? This ruin is a prison?" A trace of surprise flashed through Jiang Fan’s heart.

But when he thought of the dog chain used to tether the Little Qilin, everything suddenly made sense.

Whoosh—

Behind them, a burst of terrifying blade energy erupted, each strand containing flickering Law Chains.

The Nine Nether Demon Venerable’s expression changed. He flung Jiang Fan into the stone gate with a backhand throw and stayed behind to cover him.

Boom!

Numerous Laws descended upon him, shattering the huge serpent shadow formed from the bloodline Talent he had condensed.

The Nine Nether Demon Venerable, whose Heart Spirit was linked, grunted heavily, vomiting blood as he was sent flying.

But more metal Puppets were charging in together.

The Nine Nether Demon Venerable’s pupils shrank, then he silently sighed in his heart: "It ends here."

Just as he sensed death approaching, his collar suddenly tightened, and the next instant a tremendous force yanked him away with Instantaneous Movement!

When he appeared again, he had already passed through the stone gate and emerged inside the Divine Prison.

Jiang Fan removed the hook, put away the Void Fishing Rod, and said, "Senior, how are your injuries?"

After Jiang Fan had been thrown in, he had immediately activated the Void Fishing Rod.

He had thought that, when used on a Sage Realm target, its effectiveness would drop drastically.

Unexpectedly, in the Void, the rod could still achieve Instantaneous Movement to hook people and objects.

In the Void, even beings as strong as the Chaotic Ancient Blood Marquis apparently had no teleportation abilities.

Yet the Void Fishing Rod could still Instantaneously retrieve objects!

Not only was its function not restricted, it was actually amplified in the Void!

"Worthy of being a product of the Void Ancient Tree." Jiang Fan secretly rejoiced.

Cough, cough—

The Nine Nether Demon Venerable coughed heavily a few times, spitting out a mouthful of Demon Venerable blood; his injuries were quite severe.

"I’m fine. My life isn’t in danger. Once we’re inside the Divine Prison, we’re safe."

"Those metal Puppets outside won’t enter the Divine Prison."

Jiang Fan finally understood how Old Dog Cixin had ended up so heavily injured.

If even a Nine Nether Demon Venerable at the Two Calamities Realm hadn’t been able to avoid this, how could Old Dog Cixin?

"Senior, please focus on healing first." Jiang Fan glanced around as he spoke.

The outside of the Divine Prison was already this dangerous; wouldn’t the inside be even more deadly? Without the Nine Nether Demon Venerable protecting him, he might be facing annihilation at any moment.

The Nine Nether Demon Venerable nodded slightly, sat cross-legged, and carefully took out a thread of golden blood.

It was only as long as a finger. If one didn’t look closely, it would be almost invisible.

But the pressure it exuded was incomparably strong, carrying an extremely powerful Holy Power!

This was Ten Thousand Spirits Ancestor Blood, the blood of the Demon Race Sacred Realm.

Compared to the Ten Thousand Spirits Ancestor Blood he had obtained in the Demon Continent, this Ancestor Blood was incomparably pure.

The Nine Nether Demon Venerable said reluctantly, "This is the last strand I have. I’d planned to save it to charge into a higher realm, but now that I’ve been wounded by Laws, I can only use it to disperse the Laws within my body."

He opened his mouth, about to swallow it.

A thought stirred in Jiang Fan’s heart. "Senior, wait! Taking it like this is a bit of a waste."

"This junior has a bold idea."

As he spoke, he took out the Dog Bowl. "Senior, why not put the Demon Saint Blood into this first?"

The Nine Nether Demon Venerable didn’t understand. After hesitating for a moment, he still placed the Demon Saint Blood that was about to enter his mouth into the bowl.

As a result, in the next instant, a strand of Demon Saint Blood of the exact same size appeared out of thin air.

The Nine Nether Demon Venerable’s long, narrow, and sinister eyes went wide on the spot. He shot to his feet in fright. "Th-this is..."

Jiang Fan smiled, returned the Demon Saint Blood to the Nine Nether Demon Venerable, and put away the new one himself.

Ling Shu was going to follow the Nine Nether Demon Venerable to distant lands to cultivate Alien Power. As her "big brother," he couldn’t let his good little sister leave without any preparations, could he?

From now on, he’d copy Demon Saint Blood every day so she could carry it on the road as dry rations.

"Just a little trick to take advantage of others. Please don’t mind it, Senior." Jiang Fan put away the Dog Bowl.

The Nine Nether Demon Venerable exclaimed, "Take advantage?"

"You’re bleeding the Demon Saints dry!"

"Fortunately, the Saints these days don’t dare move. Otherwise, the instant you bled them, they’d be chasing you down the next instant."

Jiang Fan shrugged. "They can’t detect me anyway. Besides, they can’t move."

The Nine Nether Demon Venerable said, "Don’t get careless."

"It’s best to maintain some reverence toward Saints. At certain special points in time, using special methods, it is possible for Saints to emerge briefly into the world."

Hiss!

Jiang Fan was chilled to the core. A Saint walking the world—how terrifying would that be? It was simply beyond imagination.

"Thank you for the warning, Senior."

The Nine Nether Demon Venerable inclined his head. "I’ll be healing. Don’t wander too far."

"In the Sumeru Divine Prison, although most places have been abandoned, there are still a few cells that still imprison beings from ages long past."

"If you get too close by accident, you’ll die for sure."

Huh?

Jiang Fan looked toward the pitch-black depths of the prison cells and felt his hair stand on end.

What kind of beings could be imprisoned for ten thousand years and still be alive?

The only ones he could think of were ancient Sages of the Three Calamities Realm, or even those of the Saint Realm!

At that moment—

Jiang Fan’s ears twitched. He didn’t know if it was an illusion, but he faintly heard an extremely weak sound coming from deep within the cells.

Was it some ancient prisoner who was still alive?

His heart tightened, but soon he felt that something was off—the voice sounded a bit familiar!

"Senior, I’ll be right back."

He used the No-Self Dust-Cleansing Technique to hide his aura and quietly slipped deeper in.

After moving forward some distance, he finally heard the voice clearly.

"Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you!"

"No one fights, no one robs, we all make a fortune in peace!"