The comet remained silent, only relentlessly unleashing heavenly tribulations.

Song Yi's heart skipped a beat.

Although the golden body of the Dharma form is powerful, it also has many limitations. Without a true flesh and blood body, many supernatural powers and wonderful techniques cannot be performed.

The temptation is undeniably great.

"However... if the Great Celestial Venerable discovers this, the consequences could be dire." Song Yi remained somewhat cautious.

The Giant Spirit God waved his hand: "Xingtian's head is a prisoner of the Haotian Calendar, which is now the Jade Emperor's calendar. To put it bluntly, he is a former criminal of the previous dynasty. Besides, we are only taking a few drops of his essence blood, not releasing him. It's not a matter of great importance."

A glint flashed in Song Yi's eyes. Without further hesitation, he resolutely said, "In that case, we shall do as the general says."

The last nine levels of the Heavenly Prison are the most forbidden areas within the forbidden areas of the Heavenly Court.

Those imprisoned there are mostly ancient giants, supreme demon gods, and great sorcerers; releasing any one of them would be enough to unleash a cataclysmic disaster.

Song Yi and the Giant Spirit God stepped into the seventy-third floor.

In an instant, a chill that pierced through the very soul surged forth.

Song Yi felt his whole body stiffen. Even though his divine power was as vast as the ocean, it seemed to be condensing and his movements were not smooth.

"rise!"

With a slight thought, a burst of golden light suddenly shone above his head, and the Eight Treasures Xuanhuang Pagoda appeared out of thin air, hanging above his head.

Strands of ethereal yellow energy hung down like a beaded curtain, keeping the chilling aura at bay.

When he first explored the seventy-third floor, he couldn't stay long. Now that the Xuanhuang Pagoda has been upgraded from a low-grade innate spiritual treasure to a mid-grade innate spiritual treasure, its power has increased several times over, making it more than enough to withstand such extreme cold.

The Giant Spirit God was clad in the Seven Killing Yin-Yang Armor and had the Primordial Chaos Heart-Protecting Mirror embedded in his chest. Both were divine objects kept in the Heavenly Court's treasury. In addition, his own cultivation level was profound, so he did not take the chill to heart.

There aren't many cells on this floor, and some have been vacant for a long time, but every cell that is occupied is a terrifying presence.

An ancient demon ape was suspended in mid-air with its collarbone pierced by twelve chaotic stone chains.

The demonic ape's body was covered in black hair that stood on end like steel needles. Its eyes had been gouged out, leaving only two dark, bloody holes. Yet, an extremely violent aura still emanated from its body, as if it were about to break free of its shackles and tear everything in its sight to shreds at any moment.

A hundred steps further on, there was another prison cell.

Imprisoned within was a three-headed, six-armed demon god, whose skin was dark gold and covered with ancient witch runes, most of which had become dull and lifeless.

The demon god's six arms were pulled in six directions by the Chaos Stone Chains, forming a "大" (big) character that hung in mid-air.

Two of the three heads drooped, seemingly asleep, while the middle head remained with its eyes half-closed, its chilling gaze slowly shifting, slightly shifting with the footsteps of Song Yi and the other person. It remained silent, yet sent chills down one's spine.

Deeper inside, a slender figure sat motionless, his body wrapped in black chains.

The figure was neither human nor inhuman, its skin covered with ancient runes, each rune wriggling slightly as if it were alive.

Song Yi only glanced at it once, but he felt disoriented and as if he could hear the wailing of ten thousand ghosts.

The two continued deeper into the building without stopping, until they reached the seventy-fifth floor.

Song Yi finally saw the legendary head of Xing Tian.

It was a huge head, comparable in size to a house, silently suspended in the center of the prison.

It is entirely bronze in color, with a ferocious face and a wide, tightly closed mouth.

His messy hair was spread out like a python, each strand as thick as a child's arm.

His eyes were tightly closed, but two jet-black chaotic stone chains pierced through his eye sockets and emerged from the back of his head, pinning him firmly to the void.

Even more terrifying was the immense, suffocating pressure that was slowly emanating from that head, like a sleeping ancient demon god.

Even with the Eight Treasures Xuanhuang Pagoda protecting him, Song Yi still felt his breath catch in his throat, as if an invisible hand was gripping his heart.

"No wonder he was once the supreme evil god who injured the Great Celestial Venerable!" He couldn't help but swallow hard.

"Brother Song, we're counting on you this time."

The Giant Spirit chuckled and quietly stopped on the steps between the seventy-fourth and seventy-fifth floors, refusing to take another step forward.

He was not listed on the Investiture of the Gods. If he were to perish in such a dangerous place, it would mean the complete annihilation of his body and soul, with no possibility of ever coming back.

Song Yi didn't seem to care much.

The one he sent this time was just a clone. Even if it was destroyed here, it would only result in the loss of some materials and effort, and it wouldn't be a big problem.

Without saying much, golden light of merit gathered behind his head, and a clear and bright golden wheel of merit quietly appeared.

As soon as the golden wheel appeared, the surrounding cold and gloomy atmosphere was swept away instantly, as if it had encountered the blazing sun.

Song Yi took a deep breath, took out three pieces of Innate Enlightenment Tea leaves, and held them under the tip of his tongue.

The tea's aroma was refreshing, and my mind suddenly became clear.

The magnificent scene of the giant axe chopping down the primordial laurel tree reappeared before his eyes. With each axe stroke and each mark, a trace of the true meaning of creation flowed through his heart like water.

This stop lasted for an hour.

An hour later, Song Yi suddenly opened his eyes, a glint of light flashing in them.

Without further hesitation, he swung the Yu Emperor's Mountain-Splitting Axe, and a beam of axe light shot out, like the faint light at the beginning of the creation of heaven and earth, chaotic yet sharp, and slammed into Xing Tian's head.

boom!

Where the axe flashed, the enormous head suddenly trembled violently.

Then, those eyes, which had been closed for countless years, slowly opened.

"Hao...Tian..."

A hoarse, deep voice, as if from the depths of the netherworld, came from the lips of Xing Tian's head.

These two short words seem to contain an eternal resentment and murderous intent.

Song Yi felt as if his mind had been struck by a heavy hammer, and his golden body trembled violently, almost shattering on the spot!

"Could Xing Tian's head... be about to resurrect?!"

Song Yi was horrified; a chill ran down his spine and straight to the top of his head.

It's important to know that Xing Tian never truly perished.

If its head were to fully recover at this moment, break free of its cage, and resonate with the body of the great sorcerer still in the netherworld.

Such a catastrophic disaster is far beyond what the two of them can bear!

On the other hand, the Giant Spirit God also knew the gravity of the matter.

Disregarding his own safety, he leaped out, brandishing a prison-suppressing token in his hand and chanting incantations.

"Splash!"

The chains forged from Chaos Stone suddenly rattled, and countless restrictive talismans emerged from them. Golden light and purple energy intertwined to form a net, which fiercely suppressed Xing Tian's head.

However, the head was still trembling, its eyes widening, and endless killing intent poured out like a tide, causing the entire dungeon to tremble.

Song Yi made a firm decision, daring not to hold back in the slightest. He opened his mouth and shouted, pushing his humanistic merits to the limit, and also summoned another sacred artifact of humanity, the Jiahe Furnace of the Earthly Emperor Shennong.

A large cauldron hung in mid-air, radiating a brilliant, dark yellow light that illuminated the entire dungeon.

On the body of the cauldron, ancient patterns of mountains, rivers, plants, and agriculture lit up layer by layer, and a vast human fortune, like a great river flowing eastward, rolled down and pressed down on Xing Tian's head.

The trembling of the head finally began to subside.

But his eyes never closed. In those eyes, there was anger, defiance, fighting spirit, and even a murderous intent that transcended eternity. He stared straight at Song Yi, sending chills down one's spine.