The Six Deities Blade Arts, at their zenith, could only nurture six true Flying Blades, boasting supreme might.

Yet, tucked away in Zong Shou's possession, dozens of secondary Flying Blades had been nurtured over the years through his primordial spirit.

The Immortal-tier cultivators trapped here currently weren't worthy of him deploying the true Six Deities Blades.

A flash of blade shadow instantly pierced the skulls of six Immortal-tier Spirit Masters in the distance.

Just then, the nameless sword light abruptly contracted and condensed, drawing back to within ten zhang of Zong Shou.

Yuan Yi Yin! (Primal Origin Yin!)

Within ten zhang, this is my Unbroken Sword Domain!

The sword light slashed out, almost soundlessly. But where the light and shadow passed, everything striking forth was cleanly severed and repelled by the sword.

With every clanging resonance, every clash of impact, the power accumulated upon the sword grew heavier and more formidable.

When the Heaven Swallowing Primordial Transformation Art reached its peak of conversion and accumulation, Zong Shou's sword light shifted once more.

Yuan Yi Yang! (Primal Origin Yang!)

Where the sword pointed, none could withstand its edge!

Tens of thousands of sword shadows surged forward like a reversed celestial river.

Layers upon layers of sword light instantly submerged everything.

The Immortal-tier cultivators opposite were all etched with expressions of shock and terror.

Then, in the next moment, they were hacked into countless fragments, as if being subjected to a slow slicing death, by that vast torrent of sword shadows. Tumors of blood mist exploded, and under the surging, slicing force of the sword energy, they were reduced to fine flesh powder.

This single strike annihilated more than ten Immortal-tier Martial Cultivators before Zong Shou.

At this point, only a hundred zhang separated him from that distant tall tower—so close they were within reach, and no one remained to impede his path.

From Zong Shou's sleeve, dozens of silver-white light projections burst forth, sweeping out in all directions.

These were Han Xi and the thirty-six Soldier Ants under her command—all swift as light, impossibly fast!

Wherever they passed, flashes of blood light continuously appeared.

Han Xi's personal combat strength alone already surpassed that of an ordinary peak Immortal-tier cultivator firmly.

And her subordinates, those Sacred Fire Soldier Ants, though they had accompanied her through tribulation, had not stepped into the Spirit Realm, yet their strength allowed them to fight above their rank.

Their minds were linked; their coordination far surpassed what these Immortal-realm cultivators, locked down by stone platforms, could hope to match.

In an instant, over ten Immortal-tier beings were directly slain.

This caused all the remaining prisoners in the area to show looks of alarm and dread.

Zong Shou released these Sacred Fire Silver Ants and paid them no further mind. His figure flickered, rushing straight toward the tall tower in the distance.

Stepping across the void, his form flashed, and immediately, an angry roar echoed from within: "How dare you!"

Following the shout, a chain flail wreathed in pale white fire hurtled through the air, its end bearing over a dozen iron balls that smashed down.

Where the Flame of Burning Sky passed, faint black lines appeared in the fabric of heaven and earth.

Zong Shou's brow arched, followed by a cold laugh.

Peak Immortal-tier? This Flame of Burning Sky is quite decent; within this Death Prison, it is enough to contend with God-realm cultivators not originating from the Lu family.

However, in his eyes, it was nothing more. Both in bloodline power and personal strength, they were far inferior to him.

He stomped down once more. With a tremendous shockwave, all the chain shadows and iron balls were scattered. All the pale fire was extinguished, replaced instead by Zong Shou's fiercely blazing, pitch-black Rebellious Thousand Fires.

Immediately following this, a second kick shot out into the air. As the fierce energy arrived, the Spirit Array in this area instantly shattered under the immense pressure. Furthermore, the upper stories of the tall tower were directly kicked over, forcibly shearing off a section.

"Divine Mirror? No—"

The voice was laced with sheer panic as a figure suddenly flew out from the tower, hurtling desperately towards the abyss below.

Zong Shou scoffed, making no move to stop him. However, a ball of fire erupted from his sleeve, transforming mid-air into the shape of a Qilin, which lunged and bit down, capturing the fleeing person. It then proudly carried the 'prisoner' back to Zong Shou, its demeanor akin to a cat bringing a captured mouse to its master for praise.

Zong Shou smiled, patting the head of Xiaori, then looked back behind him.

From the moment he appeared and struck, to capturing this individual, only five breaths of time had passed.

And upon the hundred stone platforms, over fifty people were still entangled with Han Xi and her subordinates.

Having overcome the initial surprise of his sudden appearance, it was becoming somewhat difficult for Han Xi and the Soldier Ants to finish off these remaining people. Yet, these Immortal-tier cultivators were also struggling fiercely to hold on.

A cold glint flashed in Zong Shou's eyes, revealing killing intent, when, not far away, Lu Wubing spoke.

"My Lord, wait! Spare your sword!"

Zong Shou gave an 'Mm' sound, slightly checking the surging momentum of his sword strike. He then looked at Lu Wubing with slight surprise, feeling a surge of doubt.

Lu Wubing did not delay and immediately began to explain: "Most of these cultivators have lost their families and homes, only wishing to escape the Death Prison as soon as possible. They are pitiable people, and for you, My Lord, they are all potentially useful individuals. I know that while you command nearly ten thousand cavalry, you desperately lack high-tier Dao Soldiers. Aren't these people perfectly suited? Your master, though his injuries are not yet healed, his spiritual arts can still contend with the Ultimate Realm. With him providing external support, bringing these people out will only take a little more effort."

He continued: "Most of these cultivators hold a deep, irreconcilable hatred for the Lu family and possess arrogant and untamable natures. Before being imprisoned here, most were local heroes and will not willingly submit to being beneath others. If they are willing to swear an oath with their very souls to follow you, accepting control mechanisms, that would be best. If not, their memories can be secretly wiped clean. Otherwise, if they are ever to return to the Lu family and take charge of the Burning Sky Holy Court, these people will become future liabilities—"

The first part of his speech was an explanation and persuasion directed at Zong Shou to halt his action. The latter part was aimed at the Immortal-tier cultivators on the stone platforms.

Zong Shou's gaze flickered, settling into deep thought.

Dao Soldiers, perhaps?

His current subordinates not only lacked Spirit Realm cultivators but had absolutely no Immortal-tier experts.

High-end combat power was indeed desperately scarce. It might not matter now, but if this situation persisted for too long, it would certainly be problematic.

Especially with the spiritual tide rising in the Cloud Realm and numerous powerful cultivators returning.

However, these individuals possessed not only high cultivation levels but also formidable personal strength. They appeared so weak under his sword only because their vital energy was depleted and they were constrained by the stone platforms.

Outside the Death Prison, no matter where they were placed, they would be sought after by numerous factions, treated as honored guests, and shown great respect.

Would they truly be willing to serve as Zong Shou's Dao Soldiers?

But only in a different arrangement—without restrictive mechanisms, without swearing fealty, and without being refined by him.

Zong Shou truly couldn't rest easy.

This wasn't about morality; it was about trust. He was unwilling to exert the effort to bring these people out of the Nine Desolations Death Prison only to be stabbed in the back later.

Zong Shou was no saint either; these people were imprisoned here for a reason, and most were not good characters.

Why should Zong Shou waste energy rescuing these cultivators?

As for Lu Wubing's mention of returning to the Lu family and controlling the Burning Sky Holy Court, it entered one ear and exited the other; he paid it no heed whatsoever.

Meanwhile, the expressions of the Immortal-tier cultivators on the stone platforms fluctuated wildly.

They watched Zong Shou nervously, fully aware that their lives rested upon the whim of this person who could casually execute over ten Immortal-tier cultivators.

The remaining dozen or so, hearing Lu Wubing's words, showed slight changes in their expressions, hints of willingness appearing, yet they remained uncertain.

Especially upon hearing the words 'Ultimate Realm,' sharp light flashed across the faces of all fifty-plus individuals.

They maintained a surprising silence regarding Lu Wubing's subsequent remarks.

No one showed anger or resistance; all fell into deep contemplation.

Zong Shou pondered exhaustively but could not easily decide. He glanced one last time at the figures below, then gave a slight, wry smile and retracted his sword momentum.

Just as Lu Wubing suggested, these people were indeed useful to him.

Under the torment that repeated year after year in the Molten Fire Death Prison, these cultivators had their wills forged exceptionally resilient on one hand, while on the other, their desire to escape the prison and break their chains had rendered them completely defenseless against temptation.

As long as they could get out, they would likely pay any price.

The Nameless Sword returned to his sleeve, and even Han Xi along with the several dozen Soldier Ants were recalled.

He temporarily ignored the cultivators below and instead seized the peak Immortal-realm Lu family cultivator who had fled the tower.

"I have questions. Are you willing to answer?"

He inquired, but saw the man clench his jaw, staring back with eyes full of venomous hatred, like a viper.

Though battered, his gaze was quite resolute.

Zong Shou knew with one look that ordinary methods would never force him to speak.

So, he stopped wasting words, unwilling to waste time on interrogation.

He pressed one hand onto the man's skull and directly employed the Soul Searching technique to forcibly extract the man's memories.

The man's primordial soul was utterly terrified, struggling frantically, desperately trying to halt his own thoughts while simultaneously using all his power to destroy all his memories.

But he was not fast enough for Zong Shou, as threads of Buddhist faith power flowed in, carrying an implicit ability to suppress and repair.

"So, your name is Lu Shuo? A fine name! I didn't even get a chance to send word—"

Zong Shou felt even calmer within.

This was all within his expectations. The moment the tall tower was broken by a single stomp was precisely when Lu Shuo was attempting to send word to those Death Prison guards.

What he destroyed was not just the tower's spirit array, but also this man's means of relaying intelligence to the Lu family Venerables.

However, what concerned him most at this moment was not this, but Zong Weiran—

He chose to capture this individual, rather than instantly kill him, precisely to obtain news of Zong Weiran from his memory.

"He really came!"

Zong Shou felt a surge of bewilderment. Within this man's memory, there was a demonic yet overwhelmingly powerful man, like a heavenly god, who had forcibly broken through this area.

No one could obstruct him for even a fraction of a billionth of a breath; instead, the sinners held here were either dead or gravely wounded.

Continuing the search, there were no more memories regarding Zong Weiran. This individual also knew very little about the levels below the fifth floor.

A moment later, the man's primordial soul gradually faltered. Even Zong Shou's full effort to maintain it was useless; it finally collapsed.

In Zong Shou's eyes, the doubt deepened.

His father truly seemed to have come to this Death Prison. Then, where was Zong Weiran now—had he escaped the Death Prison, or was he trapped below the sixth floor?

He glanced down again and felt a headache coming on. He needed to devise a proper solution for these Immortal-tier cultivators as well.