“Are you going to sacrifice yourself to the Dao, merging your will with the heavens and earth, forcibly changing the laws governing the operation of the Heavenly Dao?” Yan Po stared at Tang Sudong and asked.

Tang Sudong did not answer, only looked at Yan Po gently and expectantly, his eyes full of magnanimity.

“That’s just a fleeting firework; five hundred years ago, the great Confucian Fang Zou sacrificed himself to the Dao, and the way of humanity only manifested for twenty years, barely saving the Great Heng dynasty and extending its rule for another five hundred years. So what? After the initial brief revival, didn't it fall back into the same vicious cycle after twenty years?” Yan Po still wanted to dissuade Tang Sudong.

Tang Sudong smiled gently, "What tomorrow will be like is a matter for the people of tomorrow. I only do what I can do now."

"Yan Po, you also have things you need to do. You can't be trapped here with me."

"Go! Since you have a good knife, then hold it tight. As long as the knife is in your hand, the path is at your feet."

After saying this, Tang Sudong gently pushed with his palm, sending Yan Po out of the Ministry of Justice's dungeon.

Outside the Ministry of Justice, someone had set up an array in advance, just to trap Yan Po, but they couldn't defend against Tang Sudong's push at all.

The force accompanying Yan Po directly tore apart the formation that was enough to imprison a dragon.

On the Star Observation Platform not far away, three old formation cultivators sitting cross-legged coughed up blood simultaneously, their faces filled with horror.

Ye Chuxiao also couldn't figure out what realm Tang Sudong was in at this moment.

Because from the seventh realm upwards, the eighth and ninth realms are both called the 'Formless Realm', meaning that every cultivator who reaches the eighth or ninth realm cultivates something different.

There is absolutely no similarity that can be summarized and classified.

The reason why they are still specifically divided into two realms is only because cultivators who have reached the 'Formless Realm' are still recorded to have strengths and weaknesses.

Sometimes, the difference can even be very large.

Therefore, it is divided into two realms.

After sending Yan Po away, Tang Sudong looked at Ye Chuxiao again.

With this one glance, Ye Chuxiao knew that his disguise was meaningless in front of Tang Sudong.

His gaze even seemed to be able to see through the soul.

Tang Sudong only glanced at Ye Chuxiao, doing nothing and saying nothing.

He walked back to the cell full of talismans alone.

But now, looking at these talismans used to imprison Tang Sudong, they seemed particularly ridiculous and laughable.

The broken cell door, following the flow of Qi, completely repaired and reassembled, sticking back onto the rock wall.

All the restless Qi was smoothed out.

The entire Ministry of Justice dungeon, except for Ye Chuxiao, fell into a beautiful dream.

Ye Chuxiao silently returned to his room in the third level, Zone B, changed back to his original appearance, and switched back to his bed with Li Bantou, quietly waiting for the commotion after the Ministry of Justice's dungeon 'woke up'.

Sure enough, when everyone woke up from the 'dream' the next day, the commotion of last night became today's uproar.

Li Bantou, still half-asleep in his bed, was dragged away by two burly patrolmen.

What awaited him was certainly a round of severe torture.

Admittedly, Ye Chuxiao's disguise had all sorts of flaws.

Strictly speaking, it was absolutely impossible to define the 'Li Bantou' who broke into the fifth level underground last night as the real Li Bantou.

However, Ye Chuxiao already understood the internal style of this Ministry of Justice dungeon.

Usually, they try to make big problems small and small problems disappear. The entire team racked their brains to use the power and resources in their hands to make money.

When the critical moment comes, they throw someone out to take the blame.

Li Bantou was not the real intruder, but he was a very good scapegoat.

Since Tang Sudong had not been 'robbed', then the incident was not irreparable.

In this incident, it was enough to have a suitable person to take the blame!

Digging further down would not be appropriate for anyone.

"I guess this counts as repaying a favor!"

"From now on, regardless of whether this Li Bantou still has a chance to walk out of the interrogation room alive, my previous grievances with him are considered settled."

The thought flashed through Ye Chuxiao's mind.

But at this moment, he no longer felt any pleasure in this small act of revenge.

Regarding the incident of the knife-wielding hero Yan Po robbing the prison and Tang Sudong walking out of the prison cell to send Yan Po away, Ye Chuxiao, although he only experienced a 'none of my business' observation in this matter, his emotions were difficult to calm down for a long time after this observation.

He didn't understand what it meant to sacrifice oneself to the Dao.

Even more, he didn't know why Tang Sudong's death could change this world.

But he knew that it was a supreme and selfless sacrifice.

"So, the words that White Mask asked me to convey to Tang Sudong are definitely not just the superficial meaning."

"It should have another deeper meaning. Is he stimulating Tang Sudong?"

"Did he anticipate Tang Sudong's determination to sacrifice himself to the Dao, and worried that Tang Sudong would change his mind, so he deliberately asked me to add this sentence?" Ye Chuxiao was not sure if his deduction was correct, but he was in a bad mood.

After the knife-wielding hero Yan Po's prison robbery incident, the Ministry of Justice's dungeon, which had been tense, returned to its former state.

Everyone was busy making money. The Ministry of Justice's dungeon was strictly managed on the surface, but in reality, it still leaked like a sieve.

Three days later, Li Bantou's son claimed his body.

A few days later, Li Bantou's son took his place, but not as a Bantou, but as an ordinary jailer, joining the collective of Ministry of Justice jailers.

Li Bantou's son did not have too intense emotional resistance to his father's 'death due to dereliction of duty'.

He accepted everything very smoothly.

Some of the preparations that Ye Chuxiao had made in advance were also useless.

Seeing Li Bantou's son enduring the pain in the empty cell whenever he had time, trying to break through the Bitter Sea, vainly attempting to tear apart the Bitter Realm, and therefore being particularly indifferent, even not having much emotion about his father's death, Ye Chuxiao had more direct awareness of the 'defects' in this world's cultivation.

The Bitter Realm is the process of experiencing pain, tearing apart and reshaping the mortal body.

However, the more cultivators of the Great Heng dynasty cultivate, the more indifferent they become. Pain, in fact, is not a real obstacle for them.

The real obstacle is that they cannot perceive too much pain.

At this time, Ye Chuxiao secretly observed Li Bantou's son charging into the Bitter Sea, and only then did he understand why his Bitter Sea crossing was so 'simple'.

The generous resources of the crowdfunding were one thing, and the Nine Deaths Demonic Art was, of course, the most critical factor.

However, the intersection of the different rules of the Great Heng and Tianluo worlds formed his unique state of mind, which was also of paramount importance.

Perhaps, as Tang Sudong said, the higher the cultivation, the more it seems like robbing Peter to pay Paul.

Only before this chain is broken, the more worlds you experience, the faster the speed of cultivation will be under the impetus of different effects.

In the following days, Ye Chuxiao tried his best to calm down and continue to practice diligently.

No matter how many thoughts and ideas there are, grasping what you can grasp in your hand is the key.

"Little Ye! Come here! Your sister is looking for you!" Ye Chuxiao was waving his knife in an empty cell when a shout came from outside the door from his colleague, Xiao Wu.

Ye Chuxiao was immediately awakened from repeatedly swinging his knife, searching for the best trajectory for the blade.

He wiped the fine sweat from his forehead with a towel, and then drank the soup that had been prepared on the side.

"Okay! I'm coming!" Ye Chuxiao responded.

Ye Chuyu has finally 'returned' from another world, which also seems to mean that Ye Chuxiao's 'teacher' is online again.

At this time, Ye Chuxiao had already accumulated a belly full of questions, needing someone who knew the ropes to help answer them.