Chapter 809: Great Chaos

Even if they were ground to dust, it would be a thousand times better than living in cowardice. They all went mad, and a very strange fluctuation began to emanate from within these people.

Those blood slaves roared loudly, hot tears streaming. Some had once wanted to kill themselves, but in the iron cages they could not commit suicide—this was a pain a thousand times more terrifying than death.

This pain was an unforgettable agony, a living death!

They all wept and laughed wildly, but their gratitude toward Yang Tian was immense. It was this man who had given them light, allowed them to see the dawn, and even if they could not escape, they could still fight a magnificent battle.

"Good, good, good!" The old man in the dragon robe shouted three times in a row. Though he had not come out, his heart surged with excitement.

Once these people were released en masse, it would be extremely difficult to suppress them again. When the human race is pushed to the limit, they awaken like lions; they have courage and will fight to the death, even self-destructing rather than being locked up as blood slaves!

"Demon race, oh demon race, you schemed to build this prison for who knows how many ages, and now a mere human junior has destroyed it, hahaha!"

The old man in the dragon robe laughed heartily. When he first entered this place, he too had been shocked by the scene—it was truly too miserable.

The few demon masters inside were directly torn to shreds by them, their bones shattered, ground to dust.

But when you have tasted something terrifying enough to scare you to death, you will act even more ruthlessly than they did!

"Hahaha, come out, all of you, come out! Human cultivators, kill! Kill these hateful demons!" Zhou An shouted madly, his entire soul body burning.

He was the Pill King, said to have touched the Great Path of the Primordial Spirit, and had sat here in meditation for hundreds of thousands of years. If he succeeded in getting out, he would be a terrifying existence, which was why the demon race could not bear to kill him.

This great soul technique was extremely terrifying, spreading throughout the entire prison, and countless iron cages began to shatter.

In this realm, countless humans roared, their bodies radiating a grateful faith. It gathered at incredible speed and then surged violently toward Yang Tian's body!

"What is this?" Yang Tian looked at the golden divine light beginning to converge above his head and could not help asking.

This golden divine light was peaceful and vast, giving a sense of calm and tranquility, and it contained boundless benevolence, extremely formidable.

Yang Tian was greatly astonished. He felt that this divine light was his, and within it he sensed a terrifying faith!

"Merit!" Yan Long's eyes bulged, his jaw dropping. Such a thing had actually appeared, and it was Yang Tian who had brought it forth.

"Merit? What is that?" Yang Tian was puzzled; he had never heard of it.

"How is this possible?" The old man in the dragon robe was even more shocked than Yan Long, his chin nearly falling off, his fingers trembling.

This was a legendary thing in the imperial dynasties—once a wise ruler gathered the fortune of merit, it would be incredibly formidable.

"Quickly absorb this energy! This is the divine power of merit. You have rescued thousands of human masters who have been enslaved for who knows how many ages. You have gained great merit!" Yan Long exclaimed in shock, roaring.

This was something only recorded in ancient texts. Merit was extremely hard to obtain, but these people, suppressed for countless years, were now rescued, so heaven bestowed great merit, rewarding Yang Tian with the fruits of karma.

"How can this be? How can he obtain merit? This is my race's scheme! Impossible!" The Great Divine Son was incredulous. Yang Tian had actually obtained the divine power of merit here.

This prison was filled with monstrous resentment. The Great Divine Son also knew something of the schemes of the demon race's great figures from long ago—they had built this prison to slaughter living beings.

Because in the future, they could obtain great merit from it, as long as they deceived the Heavenly Dao. His heart bled; this merit had been taken by Yang Tian.

"Hahaha, demon race, you schemed for so long, and now this merit has been obtained by my race. Hahaha, this old man is dying of laughter, dying of laughter!" The old man in the dragon robe seemed to understand and laughed uproariously.

"This kid is really lucky." Zhou An was also envious. This thing was too rare; if guided into the body, one could forge a Merit Divine Body, invulnerable to all spells.

Just as he was envying, wisps of merit gathered above his head. His eyes bulged, and then he laughed: "I said it, after studying the great soul technique for so long, I should get some reward!"

He opened his mouth, took a clump, and swallowed it directly. Zhou An's soul body trembled, shining with golden radiance, as if condensing into a primordial spirit body, incredibly formidable.

"Truly amazing. If there is enough merit, one can directly step into the Primordial Spirit realm." Zhou An was very excited and began to devour it in large mouthfuls.

"How do I absorb this?" Yang Tian suppressed his inner doubts and asked. He felt that this thing was not simple, profoundly mysterious, and even Yan Long had lost his composure.

"Let the Heaven Mending Cauldron absorb it; it can become a treasure of merit!" Yan Long was very excited. This was a treasure that had disappeared for countless ages, and now it would display its divine might again in Yang Tian's hands.

Moreover, once absorbed by the Heaven Mending Cauldron, it would be invulnerable to all spells! Immortal through the ages! It would also eliminate karmic obstacles, extremely terrifying!

Furthermore, the merit absorbed by the Heaven Mending Cauldron could also be emitted for other wondrous uses. In short, it was marvelously mysterious.

The sea of merit clouds gathered more and more, pressing the void to tremble, extremely formidable. Every human who came out received a wisp.

But there were differences in strength. The blood slaves received a great deal; they had suffered here, and each one who came out received a clump.

This merit was not obtained simply by saving people. Heaven bestows merit only for significant contributions to living beings.

"What's happening?" The masters throughout the underground palace were shaken. Above the iron cages, so much merit had appeared.

"How can this be? Weren't we supposed to wait until the Divine Demon returned to implement this opportunity?" Someone asked in confusion. Had the plan been advanced?

"Not good, something's wrong!" From each underground palace, demon masters guarding the prison rushed out, shouting. This was their scheme of countless ages—was it going to benefit someone else?

"Damn it! How could the humans know about this place? Who leaked it?" An old man with a cold aura shouted. The location of the demon lair was known only to divine sons and elders; no one else could know, unless someone had spoken out.

They could never have imagined that Zhou An had mastered a terrifying great soul technique, and Yang Tian had used Three Flavors Divine Fire to break open the entire prison, releasing thousands of suffering human masters.

Without Zhou An's great soul technique and the Three Flavors Divine Fire, none of this could have been accomplished so easily!

Thus, both Yang Tian and Zhou An obtained merit, and Yang Tian, as the source of all this, naturally received the most.

"Absorb!" Yang Tian did not hesitate. The Heaven Mending Cauldron floated above his head, emitting a suction force that drew down the vast merit from the void.

The Heaven Mending Cauldron hummed and trembled. With each wisp of merit absorbed, the cauldron's walls emitted a great sound, and the cauldron's mouth spewed golden clouds, dazzling like immortal light.

"Leave it to me!" The Great Divine Son's eyes turned red. He activated the great killing formation of the entire prison, intending to kill Yang Tian.

He had also heard of this merit, but he never expected Yang Tian to obtain so much. This was a heaven-sent opportunity; anyone who saw it would be tempted, even gods were no exception.

Around Yang Tian, surging fluctuations began to emerge—an aura of destruction, intending to suppress them all.

"Crack!" Xiao Bai frantically bit off an iron bar and shouted to Xin Yu: "Quick, come out... quick... quick... no time!"

The terrifying great killing formation pressed down, and even the divine flames burning in the prison twisted. Some people died on the spot.

"Want to leave? Not so easy!" Seeing the broken iron cage, the Great Divine Son clenched his hand, and lines of formation patterns began to converge toward the gap.

"Looking for death!" The Golden Giant roared, his body blazing with golden light like great waves sweeping the surroundings, attacking the formation patterns.

"Go quickly!" Yang Xiao looked at the killing formation about to descend and roared, directly pushing Xin Yu out.

"Father, come out quickly!" Yang Tian reached his hand inside, but the surrounding killing formation was too terrifying, pressing them until their bodies trembled violently, and Yang Tian almost coughed blood.

"Don't worry about me! Take your mother and go, quickly! You must take your mother out!" Yang Xiao shouted excitedly, waving his arms like a child.

"Xiao Ge." Xin Yu screamed in anguish. By then, the killing formation had fully activated, the iron cage within was enveloped by the formation, and the gap was sealed by a layer of black light.

"Go, go! Xiao Tian, you must take your mother out, go quickly!" Yang Xiao shouted loudly, as if mad. Seeing that Yang Tian still wouldn't leave, he roared frantically: "If you don't go now, I won't recognize you as my son! Go quickly... go!"