I'm only one year old, what the heck is a Overturning System?!

"Hmm?"

Chen Yi raised an eyebrow, feeling a ripple in his emotions for the first time upon seeing Wang Yang's figure.

This grotesque "human" appearance was rare, even for him, who had seldom encountered such in his battles against demons and Demon Kings during his mission rewards.

As the head flew out biting, more than ten heads flew out from Wang Yang's front:

"Taotie Devour!"

Golden light burst forth—

[At forty-six years old, already a First-grade Void Extreme Realm, Divine Power Realm Sword Dao, Divine Power Realm Inch and Mile, you were slightly affected by the onslaught of a Great Power's "Divine Power Taotie."]

[Absorbed, Reversal Points +5.]

Chen Yi glanced over and, seeing only five Reversal Points as a reward, could not help but curl his lips:

"Is that all?"

Before the words finished echoing, he stepped forward, his form ghostly as dozens of phantom shadows trailed behind.

Each shadow aligned with the heads on Wang Yang's body, swinging a sword to strike them down.

——Sword One Peace!

The domineering and sharp Slaughter Sword Intent was compressed into an extremely fine silver-white gleam, only about a yard long.

Yet when this fine Slaughter Sword Intent swept through, it effortlessly severed the heads extending around Wang Yang.

In an instant, more than ten ferocious heads flew off.

"Roar!!"

And as the blood vessels connecting each head to the body burst, blood gushed out endlessly, and the boundless Taotie Divine Intent was shredded by the Sword Intent, provoking Wang Yang to roar even more madly.

Feigning madness, it continuously stepped forward, stomping toward Chen Yi's form, both hands swinging, and punched repetitively.

"Die!"

"Die!"

"I'll kill you!"

"I want to kill you, Chen Yi!!"

On the blood-red steps.

Wen Renying watched the fierce battle before her, unable to help but admire the strength of the lord's cultivation.

The demonified Wang Yang appeared terrifyingly powerful, yet under the lord's sword, he couldn't make any ripples.

Besides his mouth that could still roar, his fists were repeatedly sliced off and regrown, pitiful indeed.

After dozens of sword strikes, Wen Renying completely relaxed, even had the leisure to scrutinize the more than ten heads severed from Wang Yang's body, softly asking the deputy general beside her:

"Are these all prisoners from the Earth Prison?"

The deputy general stared blankly at the monstrosity, even under the control of Charming Magic, the words "this is bad" surfaced in his mind.

This wasn't as simple as a monster appearing in a prison; it had devoured all the prisoners.

If the Imperial Court discovered it, he couldn't escape the blame for negligence.

The deputy general, still staring blankly at the rampaging Wang Yang, answered somewhat despondently:

"They are all prisoners from the Earth Prison Building."

Wen Renying confirmed her suspicions, tilting her head to ponder for a moment, her eyes reflecting Chen Yi's current form, she asked:

"If the demons and demons from the Earth Prison Building are this formidable, wouldn't their cultivation and power further increase if they infiltrated the Sky Prison Tower?"

"No, no, no..." The deputy general's face suddenly changed, the thought of that possibility surged in his heart like a thousand galloping horses, faintly breaking through Charming Magic's hold.

"It can't be like that!"

"You have no idea how terrifying the prisoners in the Sky Prison Tower are!"

"Oh?" Wen Renying's gaze still fixated unwaveringly on Chen Yi, she asked:

"Tell me, how terrifying~"

The deputy general paused, his eyes showing slight struggle, and replied with difficulty: "There, there is only one prisoner now."

"He, is, was the former abbot of Dakong Temple—the first abbot! The Emperor Wei's own brother back then!"

"The abbot of Dakong Temple?" Wen Renying paused for a moment, turning her head to look at him: "Are you sure?"

Vaguely, the information she had discovered through the noble family sons over the past few days seemed to connect with this.

"Impossible, right? That abbot was from hundreds of years ago, still alive now?"

"And imprisoned within the Heavenly Prison by the Imperial Court?"

The deputy general nodded with slight struggle, replying: "It truly is that one!"

Wen Renying noticed Chen Yi seemed to glance back, and a realization dawned on her heart. Knowing that the lord was also listening, she continued to ask:

"Why was he imprisoned in the Heavenly Prison? And what is his situation now?"

The deputy general replied, "This is a secret known only to the successive guards of the Heavenly Prison, the greatest secret of the Wei Dynasty!"

"According to the oral tradition passed down by former guards, that abbot seemed to have committed many heinous acts in Dakong Temple years ago, and was hence imprisoned in the Heavenly Prison by the later Emperor Wei, his nephew!"

"Now, now he still lives well, reciting sutras and practicing Buddhist Law daily in the Sky Prison Tower!"

"Reciting sutras and reading scriptures?"

Wen Renying paused for a moment, just about to speak, when she heard Chen Yi's voice from the side where a fierce sword battle was taking place:

"How do you go to the Sky Prison Tower?"

"This..." The deputy general struggled to say, "I, I too, also... I only know..."

Chen Yi turned back and looked at him coldly, "How to go?"

As he spoke, Wang Yang's punch still swung over, but with a simple sword stroke, Chen Yi severed that arm.

"How..."

Seeing him stammering, Wen Renying feared to displease Chen Yi, quickly casting charming magic, her eyes displaying a pink hue, and asked:

"Answer the lord's question!"

The deputy general's face went blank for a moment and responded, "One can only go to the Sky Prison Tower at midnight, to deliver some food to that abbot, and only stay for a quarter of an hour."

"Using my token, the passage to the Sky Prison Tower can be opened."

Upon hearing his answer, Wen Renying sighed in relief, looked at Chen Yi with a fawning expression and asked, "Lord, do you have any other questions?"

"No more."

Chen Yi turned back, noticing that the divine will surrounding Wang Yang no longer granted him any reversal point rewards, and then no longer held back.

His form casually stepped forward, astonishingly passing through Wang Yang's body to appear behind him.

Then a bright silver light pierced out from his previous position, slicing through Wang Yang's body like a light blade, landing directly on the longsword in Chen Yi's hand.

——Second Sword Extreme Light!

"Hoo hoo ha!"

Wang Yang's berserk figure suddenly froze, the bulging veins and blood vessels on his terrifying face stopped moving, and a trace of clarity returned to his blood-red eyes.

He faced away from Chen Yi, revealing an inexplicable bitter smile.

"The power of Lord Heroic Marquis' Sword Dao indeed is beyond my ability to withstand."

"Oh, awake, are you?" Chen Yi turned back, raising an eyebrow looking at his back, and asked, "While you're not completely dead yet, say something useful."

Wang Yang's body paused, his misshaped mouth and nose slightly open, emanating a foul odor.

After a moment of silence.

Until a tumultuous slaughter sword intent erupted from the place on Wang Yang's body that had been slashed, splitting him into two, he finally spoke:

"Young Daoist, Yuhua Immortal Sect!"

"Taotie Devouring Heaven Method—he, he wants me to release that one—"

Before he finished speaking, the sword intent on his huge body erupted, tearing his body apart. Chunks of flesh fell to the ground with a thud.

"Slay..."

Looking at the heap of flesh and blood, Chen Yi waved to disperse the nauseating stench surrounding them, feeling a bit of enlightenment.

"It seems the goal of those 'Pure Sky' people is the first abbot of Dakong Temple!"

"Dakong Temple, haha, Dakong Temple!"

Although still uncertain of the final goal of "Pure Sky," Chen Yi was already close to the truth!

He took one last look around, the broken cell, flesh-covered ground, and Wang Yang's remaining head.

After a moment of contemplation.

Chen Yi swung his longsword once more, as waves of slaughter sword intent rose, the finger-sized sword intent obliterating everything around.

Once he finished, he looked towards Wen Renying and the deputy general and said:

"Lead the way, to meet that hundred-year abbot!"

"Yes..."

...

Meanwhile, within the not-so-distant Dakong Temple, the young Daoist seemed to sense something, his countenance changing drastically as he looked towards the location of the Heavenly Prison and exclaimed in disbelief:

"Dead?!"