Super God Pet Shop

Chapter 1383 Ten Million Layers (First Update)

"Um?"

The two chaotic dragons sensed the traces left by Su Ping before he tore through the void and disappeared. The aura emanating from it was extremely familiar to them; it was Dragon Prison!

However, only their clan can open the Dragon Prison. Unless one obtains a bloodline token granted by their clan, one cannot enter or leave. How did Su Ping manage to do it?

"How dare they trespass into the Dragon Prison! These primordial chaos race fellows are utterly arrogant!"

"Hmph, Dragon Prison is not as simple as he imagines. Even those at the Undying Realm are imprisoned there. For a few subordinates at the Dao Heart Realm, he actually risked his life. I don't know whether to call him loyal or too arrogant!"

The consciousness clones of the two chaotic dragons immediately condensed in the Dragon Prison. Since Su Ping had voluntarily entered the Dragon Prison, he was imprisoned as well, and they were interrogated to find out how Su Ping entered the Dragon Prison and where he obtained the warrant.

"You two..."

Seeing Su Ping disappear, the Colorful Feathered Sparrow wondered where he had gone. Knowing the Primal Dragon Clan wouldn't easily let him go, and recalling her conversation with the Primal Chaos Clan member along the way, she couldn't bear it any longer and said, "The Primal Chaos Clan has rendered meritorious service in resisting the Celestial Clan, buying time for our Chaos Clan. Could you perhaps show leniency?"

"We will handle it ourselves."

A colossal chaotic dragon coldly declared, "If it weren't for the sake of the Primordial Chaos Clan, he wouldn't be leaving here alive today for his rudeness!"

The other ancestral gods of the Hunyu tribes sighed inwardly, knowing that further persuasion was useless. Only by waiting for the return of the Ancestral Witch and pleading with him to intervene could they help Su Ping.

"Don't let one rude fellow affect the relationship between our two races. Please come in," said another chaotic dragon, inviting the Chaos Tribe inside.

Although they were angry at Su Ping's rudeness, the root cause was that the ancestral witch of the Primordial Chaos Clan had already perished, leaving only Su Ping as a lone survivor who was no match for them.

The Hunyu tribe is different. The Hunyu Ancestral Witches are all formidable figures among the 12 Ancestral Witches. Given the current situation, they must learn to unite, otherwise they will follow in the footsteps of the Primal Chaos tribe one by one.

……

at the same time.

In Dragon Prison.

The sky was crimson, with flames burning everywhere. In some adjacent areas, however, it was a world of ice and snow. The frigid Icebound Realm froze everything, and light and time stood still within it.

Inside, you can see giant ice dragon sculptures. These dragons are frozen solid, but their souls and consciousness remain unaffected. They endure the torment of extreme cold and freezing, a living hell.

On the blazing black earth, lava fountains spewed everywhere, immersing giant dragons whose bodies were bound by chains. They struggled in the water, and most of these dragons were ice-type beasts that could not tolerate the heat. Now, thrown into the completely opposite environment, they suffered terribly. Perhaps they would gradually adapt over a long period of time, but the process would be intense and painful.

"This is Dragon Prison..."

All Su Ping could see were the figures of giant dragons, all being punished here.

However, the environment here did not affect him much. He glanced around and saw the figures of the Purgatory Candle Dragon Beast and the others fighting against the chains that shot out from the dragon pit in the distance.

In just a brief moment after being teleported, they had already strayed thousands of miles from the teleportation anchor point.

Su Ping had long noticed that the spacetime here was distorted. Time and space had no meaning here. What was a second outside might be several months inside. Taking a step forward might lead to stepping into a folded space and appearing thousands of miles away.

Whoosh!

Su Ping's figure blurred as he appeared in front of the Purgatory Candle Dragon Beast and the others. He casually swung a flaming blade, severing the chains in the dragon pit.

These chains are condensed from the Great Dao, and even a Daoist mind has difficulty harming them.

A chaotic light appeared in Su Ping's eyes, piercing through the illusion. The Dragon Prison before him was presented in the most primitive form of the Great Dao. Soon, Su Ping saw the full picture of the Dragon Prison.

What shocked Su Ping was that this Dragon Prison had tens of millions of layers, imprisoning countless lives, including not only dragons but also gods and demons of other races!

The spatial structure inside is infinitely large, in no way inferior to a vast universe!

Beneath their feet lay an even deeper universe, located at the core of the Dragon Prison. The aura of the Great Dao was most concentrated there. Even with Su Ping's abilities, he could only see a blurry scene, but there were several auras of the Undying Realm within, which were particularly conspicuous.

"Even an Undying Realm expert is imprisoned here. Is this the domineering power of the Chaos Ancestral Witch Clan?"

An immortal being is a top-tier existence in any cultivation world, but here they are a prisoner.

Boom!

Just as Su Ping was observing, a crack suddenly appeared in the sky above his head, and a huge figure like a dark cloud emerged—it was a chaotic dragon.

But this was not one of the two chaotic dragons outside. Its body was covered in purplish-gray scales, exuding a dense chaotic aura. The dragon horns on its head were winding like whiskers, and there were thick fleshy membranes connecting the horns, making it look ferocious and terrifying.

It looked down at Su Ping, its dark golden eyes cold and icy, and said, "The Primordial Chaos Clan has trespassed into our Dragon Prison. They shall be punished here for ten thousand Ancestral Dragon Eras, and their lives may be spared!"

"The Chronicles of the First Emperor?"

"One Ancestral Dragon Era is equivalent to one slumber and resurrection of the Ancestral Dragon, which is equivalent to your one thousand years!" the system explained to Su Ping, its voice extremely calm.

This calm voice, on the contrary, gave Su Ping more confidence.

Upon seeing the entirety of the Dragon Prison, Su Ping knew that it must have been constructed by the Primordial Dragon Ancestor, something that could not be accomplished by someone at the Undying Realm.

The fact that the system remained calm even while in this situation indicates that even if Su Ping was attacked by the Primordial Dragon Ancestral Witch, the system had a way to ensure Su Ping's safe departure, or at least return to the shop.

Since that was the case, Su Ping had no more reservations and said to the chaotic dragon before him, "You're judging me like I'm reciting a list of crimes. Your dragon clan imprisoned my companions without authorization, violating my rules. I haven't settled that score with you yet!"

"Hmph, so noisy!"

The Chaos Dragon snorted coldly, having no intention of wasting words with Su Ping. After reciting Su Ping's crimes, its dragon might emanated from its entire body, and a blood token full of Daoist charm appeared, rotating in the void and exuding indescribable majesty.

Immediately afterwards, the surrounding Dragon Prison trembled and changed.

Su Ping immediately saw the blurry space beneath him become clear and actively surround him.

"roar!!"

Sensing that Su Ping was in danger, the Purgatory Candle Dragons roared and charged towards the Chaos Dragon and the blood talisman that radiated boundless power. Their scales cracked and broke. Under the severe pressure deep within their dragon bloodline, they had already exhausted all their strength to stand before the Chaos Dragon. Now, as they charged towards it, although their willpower succeeded, their bodies began to disintegrate!

Every cell and piece of flesh in their bodies trembled with fear of this oppressive force and the uncontrollable deconstruction.

The awe-inspiring power of the blood talisman was particularly profound; it stemmed from the deepest fear within their bloodline, transcending everything else.

As they rushed towards their destination, their flesh and blood fell off and disintegrated. This scene was both magnificent and tragic. Although they would not die, Su Ping's eyes still turned red as he watched.

"Aaaaaah!!"

Su Ping roared and charged out recklessly, enraging the giant sword formed from his blood energy, and slashed at the spinning, blazing blood talisman in the void.

With a loud bang, the giant sword shattered, and a phantom dragon shape appeared on the blood talisman. Only its eyes were extremely real, seemingly materialized, staring at Su Ping.

All of Su Ping's anger, passion, and sorrow froze at that moment.

Like some kind of extremely cold will, it instantly enveloped and froze it.

Su Ping's senses were stripped away, and his body seemed to be pulled into another space-time, falling into a silent and quiet darkness, falling continuously. When his senses returned, he saw that he had fallen into that blurry dragon prison, and this layer imprisoned several immortal realm auras.

Su Ping's senses became clearer and clearer. Before him was an almost dark world, with occasional patches of dark red mottled marks. In this hazy perception, there were blurry black shadows fixed in the void, as if they were nailed to it.

"break!"

Su Ping roared, his blood and qi condensed into a sword, detonated the undying universe, and unleashed a thunderous slash.

But the power of this sword strike vanished without a trace. Su Ping roared and swung his sword again, striking repeatedly, dozens of times in a row. His mind was already exhausted. Although the Undying Universe could reassemble countless times, the overdraft of his mind was difficult to recover.

"Haha, it's useless. Even I can't break through this Dragon Prison. This is a universe personally constructed by that old dragon fellow. In other words, it's his own universe, a combination of tens of millions of universes. Each universe can instantly mobilize the power of hundreds of immortal universes. It's equivalent to destroying a hundred universes in an instant. Apart from the Ancestral Witches, it's impossible to do that..."

A loud voice echoed over, coming from a figure in the Undying Realm on the left.

They could vaguely sense each other, but there seemed to be an endless space and time between them, making it impossible to reach each other.

(End of this chapter)