153: Chapter 153 The Lock of Cause and Effect? ​​A Dish on the Plate of the Heavenly Prison Chains

"Fool."

"To pay such a price for a mere ant."

The Demon Clan Saintess's voice was bone-chilling, every word laced with uncontrollable fury.

She knew better than anyone that once the "Blood Sacrifice of the Nine Nethers" was initiated, the power of Karma used for tracking would be difficult for even the strongest of the Human Race to block.

But at the same time, it would also allow the strongest of the Human Race to discover her.

She abruptly raised her hand, a blood-colored rune condensing at her fingertip before instantly vanishing into the Void Realm.

"I hope the Human Race experts do not notice…"

In the courtyard of the Zhenwu Division, the night was as dark as ink.

Gu Han sat cross-legged, golden light flowing around his body like a golden war god, exuding a soul-stirring pressure.

He felt the surging power within his body and the domineering Saber Intent from the newly transformed Heavenly Prison Saber Scripture.

The corner of his lips curled into a cold, stern arc.

"Mortal World Slash, Beast Devour, Asura Tribulation!"

He repeatedly practiced these three Saber Techniques in his mind; each slash carried a different Concept, yet they all led to the same destination, pointing directly to the essence of slaughter.

Gu Han was confident that with these three slashes, even a Cultivator in the Nirvana Realm might not be able to last three rounds under his blade.

Gu Han had now completely embarked on the path of the invincible.

It was a path that few Prodigies throughout history could compare to.

After all, the great power required to Heaven-Defyingly slay those of a higher Realm could not be judged by simple cultivation levels.

One had to know that every Cultivator of a high Realm had fought their way through mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Which one of them hadn't undergone bitter cultivation? Which one wasn't a Genius?

If it were so easy to Heaven-Defyingly slay those above, wouldn't that make all those Cultivators fools!

And Gu Han was just such an unreasonable existence.

An existence that did not accept all of this.

Just as he was immersed in his insights into the Saber Technique, an invisible fluctuation pierced into his Sea of Consciousness like a sharp knife!

Gu Han opened his eyes abruptly, golden light bursting forth. His Sea of Consciousness felt as if it had been struck by a heavy hammer, instantly churning with towering waves.

"What is this?"

This fluctuation had no offensive nature, yet it carried a strange sense of locking onto him.

It seemed to pierce through the barriers of time and space, pointing directly at his true self.

Warning bells rang wildly in Gu Han's heart; the feeling of being nakedly spied upon made the hairs on his body stand on end.

He instinctively channeled his Heavenly Prison True Qi, golden light instantly soaring into the sky, enveloping his entire body in an attempt to block this strange fluctuation.

However, the fluctuation was like a maggot on a bone, piercing through the golden shield and heading straight into the center of his brows.

"Hmph!"

Gu Han let out a muffled groan, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

The next second, a blurry image suddenly appeared in his Sea of Consciousness.

It was an ancient palace shrouded in pitch-black Demonic Qi.

In the center of the palace, a towering figure sat cross-legged, face twisted, eyes scarlet as blood.

It was none other than the true form of the Nine Nether Demon Emperor!

The image flashed and vanished, and Gu Han instantly understood.

"This old dog actually used a secret technique to cross the Void Realm and track This Young Master."

Gu Han's eyes were filled with chilling killing intent.

He could feel that this lock was not an attack, but rather a way to investigate his whereabouts and identity.

Heavenly Prison True Qi erupted thunderously; within Gu Han's Sea of Consciousness, forty-one heavenly prison chains instantly solidified.

Like countless golden pythons, they roared as they charged toward that strange fluctuation.

Sizzle!

The moment the chains collided with the fluctuation, a harsh sound rang out, as if two completely different Laws were tearing at each other.

Thick white smoke rose up.

"Want to lock onto This Young Master?"

"In your dreams!"

Gu Han roared, and the heavenly prison chains instantly tightened, erupting with an unprecedented devouring power.

Under this devouring, the strange locking fluctuation began to dissolve at a speed visible to the naked eye!

Deep in the distant Demon Domain.

The Nine Nether Demon Emperor's body trembled violently, his scarlet eyes instantly widening, filled with bloodshot veins.

He clearly felt that the "Blood Sacrifice of the Nine Nethers" secret technique, which he had Heaven-Defyingly cast at the cost of his Origin essence blood, had actually encountered unprecedented resistance within Gu Han's Sea of Consciousness.

"Impossible."

"How can a mere Human Race ant block my Karma investigation!"

The Nine Nether Demon Emperor roared in disbelief, his voice filled with anger and a trace of imperceptible fear.

He raised his hand abruptly, Demonic Qi surging around him, transforming into pitch-black chains that lashed frantically at the Void Realm.

Above the palace, the blood-dripping eyeball trembled violently, and the strange runes upon it rapidly dimmed.

It seemed to have suffered some kind of irreversible damage.

"Pfft!"

The Nine Nether Demon Emperor opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of fiery red demon blood; his towering body leaned backward, and his aura instantly withered.

His Origin had been injured again, and it was a deeper level of damage.

"Damn it! Damn Human Race!"

The Nine Nether Demon Emperor hissed and cursed, the blood light in his eyes growing even more intense, almost about to drip down.

He had never imagined that it would be one thing for his Clone to be devoured, but to be met with such a fierce counterattack even when using a forbidden secret technique to trace Karma.

This was no longer a simple provocation; it was naked humiliation!

Capital City, Zhenwu Division courtyard.

Inside Gu Han's Sea of Consciousness.

Forty-one heavenly prison chains, like golden mad dragons, roared as they completely shredded that strange fluctuation and devoured it.

The massive power of Karma was refined, turning into the purest Heavenly Prison True Qi, surging endlessly within his body.

After circulating one cycle, it was injected into the heavenly prison in his Dantian.

He saw the phantom of the heavenly prison become a bit more solid.

Hum!

Gu Han's body jolted, golden light soaring into the sky from his entire body.

Feeling the surging power within him and the further transformation of the heavenly prison chains, the corner of his lips curled into a bloodthirsty arc.

"This old dog is truly generous!"

"Sending me another wave of benefits."

Gu Han chuckled inwardly.

This so-called "Blood Sacrifice of the Nine Nethers" might be an unsolvable tracking secret technique in the eyes of others.

But in front of his heavenly prison, it had become a "gift package" delivered to his doorstep.

Not only did it fail to lock onto him, but it also helped him strengthen the heavenly prison once again.

He introspected into his Dantian; the heavenly prison phantom had become more solid, and vaguely, it seemed that a deeper level of binding power was brewing.

Gu Han had a premonition.

If the heavenly prison could completely solidify, perhaps it could truly suppress all things in the world.

Even… the Demon Emperor's true form!

Of course, this was just a conjecture of his for now.

Gu Han withdrew his aura, the golden light retracted, and he returned to his ordinary appearance once again.

He understood that the Nine Nether Demon Emperor's current rage was likely enough to burn the heavens.

But at the same time, he was also full of confidence in his heavenly prison.

"Come on, old dog."

"Let's see if you have more tricks, or if This Young Master has a bigger appetite."

Deep in the Demon Domain, the ancient palace where the Nine Nether Demon Emperor resided.

The Nine Nether Demon Emperor smashed the Dragon throne beside him.

His scarlet eyes stared fixedly at the nearly shattered eyeball in the air.

The residual blood light upon it was teetering, ready to extinguish at any moment.

"Bastard."

"To think he could devour my power of Karma!"

"Since when did the Human Race have such a Cultivation Technique?"

His voice was hoarse and twisted, filled with unbelievable anger.

This was already the second time he had suffered heavy damage to his Origin, and both times it was at the hands of the same "Human Race ant."

This was not just an insult to his power, but a trampling of his dignity!

"Your Majesty!"

The Horned Elder knelt trembling on the ground, his body unable to stop shaking.

He had never seen the Demon Emperor so distraught, and a deep fear surged within his heart.