The comet remained silent, only relentlessly unleashing heavenly tribulations.

"Too inefficient!" Song Yi frowned slightly.

This evil-gathering gourd is just an ordinary magical artifact mass-produced by the Tianbao Division. Its grade is similar to that of the Flowing Cloud Broom, Sweet Rain Pot, and Dust-Cleansing Silk. It needs to be replaced when it is full of evil energy.

He simply waved his sleeve, and a dazzling golden light shot into the sky.

The Seven Treasures Profound Yellow Pagoda hovered in the air, casting down thousands of golden rays that instantly tore apart the thick gray fog around it.

"Festival!"

With a single incantation from Song Yi, a terrifying vortex emerged at the base of the pagoda, frantically devouring the surrounding yin and turbid energy like a whale sucking in water.

Wherever it passed, the thick fog dissipated, and the Heavenly Prison was cleared.

He wasn't worried that the tower's origins would arouse suspicion.

The vast and boundless starry sky is the greatest treasure trove in the primordial world, leaving behind countless magical artifacts and legacies since the great war between the Lich King and the Demon King.

Countless immortals ventured deep into it seeking opportunities; some found treasures, while countless others lost their way.

If it were said that this tower was obtained from the vast starry sky, others would only marvel at its extraordinary luck and would never have any other doubts.

The Heavenly Prison is divided into eighty-one levels, each distinct and with a strict structure.

After spending more than a month, Song Yi finally finished cleaning the first thirty-six floors.

The people imprisoned here are mostly demons and monsters recently captured from the mortal realm, awaiting the judgment of the Thunder Department.

As time went on, the Heavenly Prison became increasingly scarce, imprisoning only powerful demonic cultivators and supreme demons with extraordinary cultivation.

Song Yi ignored everything else and simply raised the golden pagoda to absorb the yin and turbid energy.

This Seven Treasures Profound Yellow Pagoda is an innate spiritual treasure, extremely mysterious. Even after absorbing such a massive amount of yin and turbid energy, it still shines with golden light, without any gloom.

By the time you reach the seventy-second floor, the scenery is completely different.

Looking around, there were only ten cells in total, which seemed empty and oppressive compared to the thousands of cells on the first thirty-six floors.

Nine of the rooms were empty, except for the deepest one, which was locked up with a "person".

To be precise, that can no longer be called a human being.

The withered yellow skin wrapped around the bony bones, with no flesh or blood on its body and no breath, like a dried corpse that had been dead for many years.

A thick, jet-black chain pierced through his skull, ran through his entire body, and exited only through his navel.

If it weren't for the faintly visible fragments of his monk's robe, no one would recognize that he was a Buddhist monk.

Sensing the approach of a stranger, the eyes, which had been as dry as a well, seemed to twitch slightly.

Song Yi frowned slightly and turned to the prison guard beside him, asking, "Who is this person?"

The jailer replied coldly, "This monk is named Kumarajiva. He was originally an Arhat under the Buddha of the Western Paradise, but he was demoted to the mortal realm to cultivate 100,000 merits for breaking the precepts. However, he harbored resentment and angrily became a disciple of the demon king Mara. Thirty thousand years ago, when the Great Celestial Venerable descended to inspect the four continents, this demonic monk dared to offend the Dharma carriage, so he was imprisoned here."

The forty-five levels of the Heavenly Prison are no longer suitable for celestial soldiers and generals to guard for a long time; even those with eighth or ninth-rank Dharma bodies would find it difficult to sustain them.

The prison guards here are formed from the malevolent energy of the Heavenly Prison mixed with various forbidden techniques. As long as they do not leave the Heavenly Prison, they are practically immortal here.

This is precisely why the Giant Spirit God felt comfortable entrusting the token to Song Yi.

"Are you a righteous god of Heaven?"

The desiccated Kumosh suddenly spoke, his voice like the hooting of an owl, carrying an eerie rhythm that seemed to stir the deepest desires in people's hearts.

"This humble monk has not seen a living person in ten thousand years. You and I are destined to meet. This humble monk is willing to bestow upon you all my cultivation and inheritance!"

With that, his chapped lips suddenly parted, and a golden relic the size of a pigeon's egg shot out, instantly radiating billions of golden rays. It was densely covered with Buddhist talismans, and a grand Buddhist sound resounded throughout the entire prison.

Under the spell of the Buddhist chants, Song Yi's eyes gradually became cloudy. He was truly as if his soul had been captured, his expression dazed, and he walked forward step by step.

The prison guards standing to the side were originally inanimate objects transformed into forms; they would not react unless the restrictions were attacked.

"Celestial beings...deities..."

As Kumosh gazed at the approaching flesh and blood of the immortals, he almost drooled.

Having been suppressed for tens of thousands of years, he couldn't even absorb a trace of spiritual energy. Today, he finally encountered a righteous god from the Heavenly Court who had come to his doorstep, so naturally he wanted to devour him completely and enjoy him thoroughly.

Just as Song Yi was about to touch the relic, his chaotic eyes suddenly cleared, and he raised his right hand sharply. A golden pagoda instantly spewed out a vast expanse of primordial energy, transforming into a sharp streak of light that enveloped the relic and forcibly sucked it into the pagoda.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye.

When Kumarajiva saw that his life-bound golden elixir relic had been taken away, he let out a mournful cry, his withered body struggling violently, and the chains rattling loudly.

But it was all in vain.

"Fool, times have changed!"

Song Yi looked at the powerless and furious Kumosh and just sneered.

His true spirit is protected by the Investiture of the Gods, making him immune to all illusions and demonic sounds in the world.

Although Kumosh was once a peak Golden Immortal, his strength is now less than one-tenth of what it used to be, so how could anyone do anything to him?

Ignoring its piercing roar, I began to sweep.

The evil energy contained within the seventy-two levels of the Heavenly Prison was extremely dense. It took Song Yi ten whole days to completely cleanse and refine this evil energy that had accumulated over countless eons.

The deepest nine levels are where ancient giants are imprisoned, including supreme demon gods and great sorcerers. It is a forbidden area within a forbidden area of ​​the Heavenly Court, and is extremely dangerous.

Curious, Song Yi stepped into the seventy-third floor.

In an instant, a chilling cold that pierced his very soul surged forth. Even though his divine power was as vast as a river or the sea, it was now unable to circulate properly and seemed to be condensing.

"rise!"

With a slight thought, golden light shone brightly above his head, and the Seven Treasures Xuanhuang Pagoda appeared out of thin air.

Strands of primordial energy descended, like a beaded curtain keeping the chill out, and the suffocating oppressive feeling was slightly relieved.

"This cold air is incredible!"

Song Yi looked closely and saw that the ground of the prison was not rock, but covered with black ice, three inches thick, formed from condensed evil energy.

The malevolent energy in the last nine levels of the Heavenly Prison is formed by the mingled and condensed mortal energy of the Earthly Immortal Realm and the murderous energy of heaven and earth. Its power is comparable to the turbid energy that sank into the earth when the heavens were created, making it extremely terrifying.

"If this substance were used to forge flying swords, let alone ordinary celestial immortals, even the primordial spirit of a profound immortal would likely be frozen!"

Song Yi was suddenly inspired and offered up the Seven Treasures Xuanhuang Pagoda.

The tower trembled slightly, and seven illusory images of magical treasures appeared, transforming into an invisible giant blade that swept across.

"Snap!"

The once indestructible black ice shattered instantly, turning into ice blocks of varying sizes, which were then collected into the tower.

"The evil energy in the last nine levels is too insidious. Only a fifth- or even fourth-rank righteous god can penetrate into them. With my current seventh-rank star lord form, I can barely enter the seventy-third level. I cannot go any further."

Thinking of this, Song Yi put away the pagoda and transformed into a long rainbow, flying upwards.

Just as they reached the thirteenth level of the Heavenly Prison, a noisy commotion reached their ears.

Outside the prison, a group of heavily armored generals were shouting loudly. The lightning patterns engraved on their armor glowed faintly, radiating a chilling aura.

The leader was a female immortal.

Her face was as cold as frost, and her brows carried a murderous aura. In her hand, she held an ancient golden bronze mirror.