Mysteries of Immortal Puppet Master

Chapter 1343: Chapter 528: Infinite Realm Gap Master (2)

His trump card, which he relied upon, now seemed ineffective, unable to change anything.

"Is it truly the case that I can only transform my Golden Core into a Demon Pill?"

Thinking about this possibility caused intense pain in his heart.

Once he completes the transformation, there is no way back.

His Confucian foundation, his Golden Core essence, his last sanctuary—all would be devoured completely by the Ten Thousand Methods of Falling Demon Technique.

He would become a genuine Demon Cultivator.

A traitor fallen into the Demon Path.

A sinner forever scorned by the Confucian Sect.

"No, I’m not willing."

His eyes bulged, glaring at those frenzied struggling Demon Cultivators, glaring at those relentless guards, glaring at that Cloud Prison that could never be destroyed.

His heart was filled with a sense of hatred.

This was hatred against fate.

He was angry, hating fate for forcing him down a path he absolutely didn’t want to take!

"Don’t panic!" a hoarse voice came from the rear of the Demon Cultivators, the sound like a shattered bellows, harsh and unpleasant, yet carrying an indisputable authority.

The crowd looked towards the source of the voice.

Speaking was a thin old man, hunched over, wrapped in a tattered gray robe, almost unrecognizable as human. His face was covered with wrinkles, each deep enough to catch pebbles. His eyes were an eerie gray-white, like two dead fish eyes, devoid of any shine.

"Withered Bone Old Demon!" Eagle Claw Butcher exclaimed softly, a trace of dread flashing in his eyes.

Withered Bone Old Demon, a Demon Cultivator who dominated a region three hundred years ago, his cultivation level reaching the Nascent Soul Stage, proficient in various bizarre demon forbidden techniques. However, while he was wreaking havoc, at the peak of his fame, he suddenly disappeared mysteriously. This disappearance lasted for over two hundred years.

Unexpectedly, he was captured by the Myriad Images Sect and imprisoned in the deepest part of Cloud Prison!

The old demon hunched his back, stepping out from the crowd, "I possess a forbidden technique that can activate a Transmission Array and send you all out of Cloud Prison."

Upon hearing this, both enemies and allies changed their expressions.

Copper Head Tuo hastily shouted, "Then why not quickly demonstrate it?!"

Withered Bone Old Demon’s gray-white pupils shifted, speaking leisurely, "There is, however, a condition."

A Demon Cultivator called out, "Old man, whatever condition you have, just say it! Hurry up!"

Bang.

The next moment, the Demon Cultivator who spoke was crushed by Withered Bone Old Demon.

Flesh, bone fragments, and pieces of organs scattered everywhere.

An arm like a withered branch slowly retracted, notable for clutching a dim Golden Core between its bony fingers!

The Demon Cultivators were all intimidated.

Withered Bone Old Demon chuckled, his voice still unhurried, "Everyone, watch me perform the spell."

The next instant, the scattered flesh rapidly formed into blood-colored talismans, infiltrating the floor tiles, ceiling, and surrounding walls.

"What is this?"

"It’s not an array! Outside the Cloud Prison there is one layer, inside there are three layers of arrays. Setting up a new array hastily within is almost impossible."

"This is... sacrificial text!"

The Demon Cultivators imprisoned in the deepest 9th Floor of Cloud Prison are naturally talented.

Countless blood-colored runes pulsed like breathing, bright then dim.

While most eyes were focused on these runes, Eagle Claw Butcher suddenly took action!

His ten fingers shot out like venomous snakes, not towards the guards, but at an injured Demon Cultivator beside him.

The Demon Cultivator was bandaging a wound, caught off guard, his throat gripped by steel claws.

"You!" His eyes widened in an instant, unable to say another word before the hook claws tightened sharply.

The next moment, his head fell, blood gushing.

Eagle Claw Butcher hurled the headless body towards Withered Bone Old Demon.

The old demon chuckled, using Divine Sense Control to let the corpse drop to the ground.

Where the corpse and the floor tiles touched, strange blood-colored runes spread again. As the runes increased, the corpse dissolved like snow under the sun.

The Demon Cultivators’ side immediately descended into chaos!

Ghost-faced Scholar’s ghost face abruptly swooped down, dazing a nearby Demon Cultivator who stood frozen. Ghost-faced Scholar struck the Cultivator’s head, shattering it, tossing the body towards Withered Bone Old Demon.

Copper Head Tuo bent and bowed, fiercely charging, smashing into a Demon Cultivator who had been fighting side by side just a moment before, their head bursting like a watermelon, dying instantly.

"Trying to kill me? I’ll kill you first!"

"Even if I die, I’ll drag you down with me!"

Injured or chosen as prey, the Demon Cultivators retaliated.

The Guardian Cultivators watched with cold hearts, also making efforts to thwart the blood sacrifice. Naturally, they would not sit idly by while the blood sacrifice succeeded.

Chaos erupted, the 9th Floor of Cloud Prison turned into a river of blood.

The chaos lasted dozens of breaths.

"Sacrificial offerings are sufficient now." Withered Bone Old Demon’s words ended the fierce slaughter among the Demon Cultivators.

The Demon Cultivators remained vigilant of each other, turning to face the surging Guardian Cultivators.

The recent commotion caused the Demon Cultivators to retreat dozens of steps, their situation even more precarious.

Withered Bone Old Demon calmly sat cross-legged, hands sealing.

The blood-colored runes began to flash crazily, emitting dazzling light. The light grew brighter and stronger, gradually forming a huge blood-colored beam that soared into the sky!

This naturally triggered a reaction from the Cloud Prison’s Great Array.

But soon, the blood beam directly split open the space, the top merging into the void!

Withered Bone Old Demon murmured, voice growing louder—

"In the depths of the void, between myriad realms. Amidst the infinite realm gap, there lies an opening."

"The heavens have seams, the sun and moon have traces, mountains and rivers have gaps, plants and trees have patterns."

"Though the borders are firm, their openings remain; though the barriers are strong, their seams persist."

"Using blood as the guide, the soul as the sacrifice, I implore the master to descend, open this gap door."

"Infinite Realm Gap Master—please heed."

"Tear open the barrier before my eyes, forge the path beneath my feet, carry my broken body beyond this cage."

"Blood has flowed, souls have been offered, the gap has appeared—open, I beseech!"

As the words fell, the entire Cloud Prison began to tremble violently.

The blood-colored beam suddenly expanded, transforming into a massive rift.

Within the rift lay emptiness. No light, no darkness. No up, no down. It was pure void, the chaos between myriad realms, the abyss beyond the reach of laws.

Many in the midst of battle couldn’t help but slow down, amazed at the rift.

Fear, awe, ecstasy... emotions varied.

"Succeeded! Succeeded!"

"I’m finally getting out of here!"

"Quick, run!"

Several Demon Cultivators closest leapt into the rift’s void.

Behind the guard’s line.

Zhong Dao stood with hands clasped behind, casting a spell to hide his presence, quietly observing everything on the 9th Floor.

His face was stern, the vertical crease between his brows deep like a carved line. Those sharp hawk-like eyes, at this moment, coldly surveyed the bloody fight ahead.

Behind him stood a squad of elite cultivators. Sent by Dong Chen specifically to notify Zhong Dao, ready to join the battle anytime as messengers.

This was the elite force of Heavy Array Peak, each one a late-stage Golden Core, battle-hardened.

Presently, at Zhong Dao’s behest, this elite squad also concealed themselves, unknown to outsiders.

Zhong Dao and his entourage had been observing for a short while.

"Master Zhong Dao!" Among the elite cultivators, a young one finally couldn’t hold back, "If we don’t act, those Demon Cultivators will escape!"

Zhong Dao didn’t reply.

Another impatient cultivator directly knelt down, "Master Zhong Dao, I request to fight!"

Zhong Dao finally spoke, "No rush."

He was assessing.

Guardian Cultivators’ performance varied greatly in this sudden test.

Some fought desperately, some subtly retreated, some detonated themselves, some died in fear. Some died heroically, some died miserably, some died meaninglessly.

In Zhong Dao’s eyes, there was no sympathy, no anger, only scrutiny.

"Only through bloodshed and sacrifice, only through pain, can genuine change occur from within," he said to himself.

Their side’s sacrifice was, to him, just a trivial matter.

His heart was filled with cold anger—the Cloud Prison’s Guardian Cultivators were too negligent! The formations were flawed, inspections had gaps, vigilance was absent. They were infiltrated, prisoners released, blood flowed—this was the lesson they deserved.