Chapter 60

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Chapter 60: Dark Prison and the Evil God

The temple was hidden among the trees at the top of the mountain, surrounded by overgrown weeds, as if no one had cleaned it for a long time.

But strangely, inside the temple was spotless; there was not even a trace of moss on the stone steps. The whole temple was very quiet, but when they looked at the plaque above the front door, they found it had no writing at all.

"Shall we go in?"

Yi Qianmo looked at the two of them.

But he noticed that Zhou Lanting and Yu Xiu seemed a bit hesitant. Yi Qianmo quickly understood what they were thinking; one practiced magic, and the other practiced Buddhism, so entering this temple clearly seemed inappropriate.

"Creak!"

Just as they were hesitating, the large door of the temple suddenly swung open, and a cold wind blew past them, yet no one was seen. The three of them shivered and instinctively took a step back.

"You wait here; I will go in and take a look!" Yi Qianmo said.

"This place is strange; it’s better for you to be careful, Senior."

Yu Xiu said sensitively.

Yi Qianmo nodded and stepped into the temple. Suddenly, a cool breeze rushed over him, and he quickly used his spiritual power to protect himself, which made him feel a little better.

Inside the temple, there was complete silence. After entering, he felt something was different; the temple seemed to exist apart from the outside world, with only the sound of his heartbeat echoing in the stillness.

As he reached the entrance of the main hall, the door suddenly opened. He immediately gripped the hilt of his sword and took a step back, only to find that there was still no one inside.

But when he looked inside the main hall, he was taken aback. Normally in temples, they worship the Three Pure Ones or the Jade Emperor.

However, in this temple, they were worshiping a deity he had never seen before; the idol was dark, with a fierce appearance, and it was definitely not a traditional god, but more like an evil spirit.

The already strange temple became even more eerie after seeing this evil god.

"Buzz buzz buzz"

Just then, the sword at Yi Qianmo’s waist suddenly shook. If he hadn’t suppressed it, the sword might have flown out of control.

The strong feeling of discomfort made Yi Qianmo decide against entering the great hall, but just as he turned to leave, a voice suddenly echoed in his mind.

"Help me!"

When the voice appeared, Yi Qianmo instinctively took a step back, only to find nothing around him. He couldn’t help but glance at the evil god inside the temple.

The statue that was being worshipped suddenly glowed red in its eyes. Yi Qianmo’s face changed, and he immediately drew his black sword, pointing it at the deity and saying, "Who dares to cause trouble in front of me?"

"I am not a monster."

The voice came again, "I am sealed here by wicked people. Please save me…"

Yi Qianmo looked at the evil god and said, "Why should I save you?"

"I recognize the sword in your hand; it is called Repel Evil."

The voice of the evil god entered his mind, "Since ancient times, those who have possessed this sword have not had a good fate. The last owner of this sword had their soul devoured and sealed within it."

"Huh?"

Yi Qianmo was in the Sword Pill and had seen the sword being awakened, just like what this evil god said. If it weren’t for the Sword Pill’s suppression, he wouldn’t be able to control this sword.

"Repel Evil can suck blood and suppress the souls of the dead. This is a demon sword; the more it kills, the stronger it becomes!"

The evil god said, "Once this sword has absorbed enough blood, it will turn against its master. It will not be the master using the sword, but the sword controlling the master. If you save me, I can tell you how to control this sword!"

Yi Qianmo smirked inside; he had the Sword Pill, and any sword in the world had to obey before it. He didn’t need this evil god’s help.

However, he wanted to know what this secret realm was all about and what the black tower was.

"What is this place?" Yi Qianmo asked.

"Dark Prison!" the evil god replied.

"Dark Prison?"

Yi Qianmo looked confused, "A prison?"

"Yes, this is a prison, holding countless Great Devils," the evil god said, "Do you see that tower?"

"Yes!" Yi Qianmo nodded, "Are those red-haired monsters the prisoners?"

"Them?"

The evil god spoke with disdain, "They are not qualified to be in the Dark Prison; the real prisoners are inside the Minggu Tower."

"Minggu Tower?" Yi Qianmo asked, puzzled.

"Minggu Tower is an ancient artifact, suppressing all, belonging to the Lord of the Sky."

The evil god said, "The Lord of the Sky is the strongest in this land."

"What is this Taoist temple about?"

Yi Qianmo asked, "What about those red-haired monsters? Why is this Dark Prison here?"

"Thousands of years ago, the Lord of the Sky fell, and a vast war broke out under the heavens, affecting countless stars. Many powerful beings fought over the Minggu Tower, but no one received its legacy."

The evil god sighed, "This temple is the main hub of the Dark Prison. If you control the temple, you can control the Minggu Tower and even command all the Great Devils inside it to suppress everything around."

Yi Qianmo’s eyes widened, but he quickly thought of the fluffy little creature in his chest. Could this guy also be a Great Devil?

Of course, if he hadn’t seen the little creature crush a red-haired monster, he wouldn’t have believed it.

"How were you sealed here?" Yi Qianmo asked.

"Thousands of years ago, the Minggu Tower reappeared. I tracked it here with the cultivators of my sect, but I didn’t expect to be betrayed by my own kind and sealed here."

The evil god said, "But I am luckier than them; they all became those red-haired monsters, while I… at least I can still keep my awareness."

"Since you’ve been here so long, why don’t you control the Minggu Tower?" Yi Qianmo said. "Did you not say this temple was the main hub?"

"My physical body has already been destroyed, only my soul has escaped, but it is trapped within this form."

The evil god said, "If you save me, I can help you control the Minggu Tower for your use."

If Yi Qianmo were truly just a small cultivator at the Qi Refining Stage, he might indeed be attracted by the evil god’s proposal, after all, it is the Lord of the Sky artifact that suppresses all, and so many Great Devils are imprisoned within.

But he remained very calm; he did not know what the Lord of the Sky was, but he knew his ancestor was an emperor of the fairy realm. The inheritance he received was certainly not weaker than this Minggu Tower, and his vision was naturally beyond that of ordinary people.

"How can I help you?" Yi Qianmo asked.

"Behind me, there is a Blood Talisman. If you help me remove this Blood Talisman, I can be freed," the evil god’s voice came.

Yi Qianmo stepped into the hall, but as he entered, the small creature in his chest suddenly began to tremble slightly, as if it were afraid of something.

But Yi Qianmo did not stop; he walked to the back of the statue and found indeed a bloody talisman stuck there, carved with ancient symbols.

"Remove the talisman, and I will serve you as my master!"

The evil god said anxiously.

"Don’t worry."

Yi Qianmo walked around and went in front of the statue. "With my skills, if I take down this Blood Talisman, you would be no match for me. If you wanted to kill me, it wouldn’t be easy for you at all. We need to have some limits."

"Hmm!"

The evil god remained silent for a moment and said, "The Blood Talisman is a thing that keeps me in check. It contains my life energy. If I dare to harm you, all you need to do is tear the Blood Talisman, and I will perish."

Yi Qianmo walked behind the statue, examined it carefully, and reached out to touch the Blood Talisman, but he had no intention of taking it down.

However, just as he touched the Blood Talisman, a terrifying power erupted from it. He felt darkness before his eyes, and he almost fainted.

"Fool! With your tiny skills, you think you can have Minggu Tower? What a daydream! Let me erase your soul and borrow your body for now!"

The evil god’s voice echoed in his mind.

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