Chapter 778: The Greatest Secret of the Immortal Prison

“I’ll go!”
“It’s my turn!”
“Don’t compete with me; it’s my turn next.”
Although Batu was defeated, there was excitement outside the arena. More warriors of the Witch Clan wanted to challenge Su Che. Yet in their hearts, they already held great respect and admiration for him—not just because of his title as “Lord of the Clan,” but also because of his formidable strength.
With the cultivation level of a Xuanxian, he could defeat warriors of the Witch Clan who were only at the early stage of Daluo Jinxian. Such was the true warrior, truly worthy of the title of Lord.
As an observer, Julili also smiled, but inwardly regretted it. He had planned to use this opportunity to humiliate Su Che, planting a terrible impression of the Witch Clan in his mind and completely dissuading him from joining them.
But now, Su Che had earned the respect of his clan through his own strength—completely the opposite of what Julili had hoped for.
Moreover, the astonishing strength enhancement Su Che displayed made Julili feel murderous intent. He could easily predict that if this guy joined the Witch Clan, combining his strength enhancement with his transformation abilities, he would become the greatest sorcerer beneath the Witch God.
“I must get rid of him!”
Julili made up his mind and began planning. He needed to discuss with Haogang how to eliminate Su Che as soon as possible to prevent future problems.
Inside the wrestling arena, Su Che could clearly see every subtle change on Julili’s face, making it easy to guess his thoughts.
“He must have murderous intentions toward me,” Su Che thought with a smile. “Unfortunately, as long as you don’t dare crush me in front of Tianyin, you’ll never get the chance to even touch me.”
Thanks to the Immortal-Demon Battlefield, Su Che was confident he could return safely to the Earthly Immortal Realm. Once there, unless the Witch God wanted to eliminate him, a sorcerer like Julili couldn’t even think of harming him.
After all, the Earthly Immortal Realm was the domain of immortals, and it was impossible for the Witch Clan to infiltrate. Countless Immortal Lords and Emperors were constantly watching over them.
The vigilance and defense against the Witch Clan among the immortals were not much different from those against the Origin Demons. The only difference was that the Witch Clan merely looked down on other beings but did not slaughter them without reason.
Outside the arena, many Witch Clan warriors were shouting to challenge Su Che, but without his permission, they couldn’t enter freely. This was both a rule and a sign of respect.
“Another one!”
Su Che remembered Tianyin having pointed out those warriors before. He simply raised his hand and said, “You go!”
“Haha, great!”

The warrior was extremely excited; he slapped his chest and transformed into a giant towering a thousand zhang high. Inside the wrestling arena, continuous thunderous clashes could be heard. With each match, Su Che gained more respect, which meant that giants like Ju Li could no longer harm him in the Witch Tribe’s stronghold. The Witch Tribe despised cunning villains the most, so even with great ambitions, Ju Li and Hao Gang had to maintain a positive image at all times. To kill Su Che, they could only wait until he left this place and strike at him secretly on his way back… After over a dozen wrestling matches, when Su Che returned to Tian Yin’s residence, he was utterly exhausted. He lay sprawled on Tian Yin’s training bed, too tired to move. Tian Yin sat on the edge of the bed, gently stroking his forehead, her maternal tenderness and care evident. “Let me guess—your purpose for coming here is to enhance this power amplification ability, right? At least that’s one of the reasons.” Tian Yin asked softly, “Is it true? Are you interested in the Witch Tribe’s transformation ability?” “As expected of a great witch, you’re truly clever,” Su Che replied with a nod. “If I could compress the ability to transform into a giant a thousand zhang tall inside my body, I’d have a far stronger physique.” “In theory, that’s true,” Tian Yin said thoughtfully. “But there’s never been an example of someone who isn’t from the Witch Tribe yet possesses their innate talents… Let me think…” Su Che held her small hand and said in a slightly strange tone, “Tian Yin, I’ve never seen your transformation form. It must be a female giant six or seven thousand zhang tall. Show it to me.” “No!” Tian Yin refused outright. “It’s too ugly. I don’t want you to see it.” “It’s okay,” Su Che soothed her. “This has nothing to do with beauty or ugliness. It’s a symbol of power.” “Absolutely not! It’s impossible!” Tian Yin insisted firmly. “I hope I’ll never have to let you see it.” “No room for negotiation?” Su Che sat up. “None,” Tian Yin said, turning away from him. Su Che didn’t want to pressure her either. After all, women always wanted to show their best side to their lovers—something he could understand. Changing his approach, Su Che pondered further: Now that he had the Creation Divine Tree, if he could obtain a few drops of the Witch God’s true blood, perhaps he could use it to create some kind of fruit that would grant him the Witch Tribe’s transformation ability. With the creative power of the Immortal Prison World, nothing was impossible. Of course, the prerequisite was that he couldn’t create something out of nothing; at least a foundation of material was needed to bring about such a miracle.

However, all the Witch God’s True Blood obtained in the Immortal Realm had been used to strengthen Xiao Hei, not a single drop left. Given the current situation, making such a request of the Witch God was clearly highly inappropriate.
“It doesn’t have to be the Witch God’s True Blood—what about the True Blood of a great witch like Tian Yin? Can’t that work?” Old Hei reminded him. “How many drops do you want from your wife? Well, a few drops might not be enough; ask for more. It’s fine.”
“That makes sense,” Su Che thought to himself. “Tian Yin controls the fundamental power of sound. Such a top-tier great witch has strength surpassing that of the Ninth Heaven Immortal Emperor and Demon Emperor, and is almost on par with an Immortal Lord…”
So, he said to Tian Yin, “Honey, if I draw a few drops of your True Blood, will it harm your body or strength?”
True Blood wasn’t ordinary blood in the body but rather the essence of blood, representing an organism’s vital energy. Losing too much would surely cause severe damage to this vital energy. That was why Su Che was hesitant.
“Losing a hundred drops of True Blood within a thousand years won’t cause any harm,” Tian Yin immediately understood and asked, “Will this be useful for you?”
“Don’t lie to me. This might not work, and if you get hurt because of it, it won’t be worth it,” Su Che warned earnestly.
“As long as it’s not more than a hundred drops, it won’t harm my vital energy,” Tian Yin replied softly. “It’s the same principle as a normal person losing a little blood, which doesn’t harm their health.”
“Then let’s try with a few drops first,” Su Che sat up. “Five drops will suffice. If it works, I’ll ask for more from you, huh huh huh…”
Without hesitation, Tian Yin turned her wrist, and five drops of deep red True Blood appeared, floating in front of Su Che.
Seeing his fiancée donate blood for him, even though he knew it wouldn’t harm her, Su Che still felt heartache. He sent those five drops to the Creation Divine Tree first, then said to Tian Yin, “Good wife, tell me quickly—what kind of energy can help restore it quickly?”
“It’s fine, no need to panic,” Tian Yin said gently with a smile.
“Tell me, what kind of energy can nourish your vital energy? Maybe I already have it on hand,” Su Che said seriously. “Only if I can ensure it won’t harm your vital energy can I boldly try, right?”
“Alright.”
Tian Yin nodded first, then created several layers of isolation barriers, showing just how serious she was about what she was about to show.

Once everything was in order, the tip of her slender index finger gradually formed a tiny energy sphere—smaller than a peanut, black and yellow in color, quite turbid and not very pure, yet exuding an indescribably profound aura.
“What is this?” Su Che asked in a strange tone.
Tian Yin replied, “It’s a sacred energy I drew from the heavens and earth of the immortal realm. Our witch clan calls it the Power of Creation, believing it to be the energy that created countless worlds after the dawn of time. As for the true immortals in that realm, they call it the Mysterious Yellow Qi, representing supreme virtue—and of course, it’s also related to creation.”
“So this is the Mysterious Yellow Qi?”
Su Che was shocked. He certainly knew that the legendary Mysterious Yellow Qi was the most precious energy in the world, one that hardly existed anymore. Black represented heaven, and yellow represented earth—these were the sacred forces that created the heavens and earth. Once the heavens and earth were formed, this energy was exhausted.
If chaotic energy could be seen as the father of the vast universe, then the Mysterious Yellow Qi was like the mother. Unfortunately, in order to create this world, she sacrificed herself, transforming into heaven and earth, creating us and everything tangible we can see.
Lao He scratched his head and said, “Is this really the Mysterious Yellow Qi? Why is it so abundant here?”
“Yes,” Su Che nodded. “It’s truly everywhere here.”
When he first saw that tiny amount of energy at Tian Yin’s fingertip, Su Che’s strange expression stemmed from the fact that in the outer regions of the first layer of the Immortal Prison, this kind of energy was everywhere—like a layer of outer shell surrounding the universe, acting as an impenetrable barrier blocking Su Che and Lao He’s vision.
“I’ve pondered countless times before—each time the space of the first layer of the Immortal Prison expands, where do all these heavens, earths, and planets come from? If this is indeed the Mysterious Yellow Qi, then today I finally have the answer.”
Su Che was excited. “Although the Immortal Prison is miraculous, it can’t create things out of nothing. It’s only with the foundation of the Mysterious Yellow Qi that we can create everything we desire.”
Lao He casually waved his hand and pulled another energy sphere from the edge of the universe—black and yellow, turbid and dense. But this one was much larger, with a diameter of nearly five feet.
“This thing is quite heavy. If thrown onto a planet, it would keep sinking until it reached the planet’s core,” Lao He muttered. “I’ve done this a few times before. Aside from that trait, I haven’t discovered any other uses for it.”

Su Che also nodded silently. Previously, he had had Lao He absorb these energies to feed them to the Creation Divine Tree for evolution and transformation, but it turned out that they could not be transformed at all—useless, in fact. Only now did he realize that even the Creation Divine Tree was created from the Mysterious Yellow Energy, making it impossible to transform or alter it in return. This was a mother-and-child relationship: the Mysterious Yellow Energy was the mother, and the Creation Divine Tree was the child. A child cannot create or give birth to its own mother. Therefore, Su Che and Lao He had always thought that this ubiquitous substance at the edge of the first layer of the Immortal Prison was merely a barrier, separating certain secrets of the Immortal Prison Pagoda. They never imagined that this energy itself was the greatest secret of the Immortal Prison Pagoda. It was not until today, through Tian Yin, that this answer was revealed. “Today, I finally understand how to truly become the creator of the Immortal Prison world!”