Otherworldly Affairs Office-Chapter 877: Divine Artifact Severing Hell

The vengeful spirits that tormented him when he first entered the Ghost Realm gradually started to extinguish under his pursuit, driven by the soul power he manipulated through source energy. As the battle unfolded, Pei Yan's soul grew increasingly powerful, like a snowball rolling ever larger. During this time, he frequently received inquiries about his condition from the Demon God, all of which Pei Yan refused, postponing them. Meanwhile, he continued to strengthen his divine soul while searching for a way to break through.

Until a few days ago, feeling that his soul had grown strong enough, he had familiarized himself with the operation of the Demon God's power. He began to simulate its sequence of actions, inscribing a similar Magic Mark within himself. Convinced it was flawless, he responded to the Demon God's summons and exited the Ghost Realm space.

"Phew!" Pei Yan burst out of the water after holding his breath underwater for more than ten minutes. Taking a few deep breaths of fresh air, he lazily leaned against the edge of the bath, casually draping a towel over his shoulder. He was unsure if the Demon God had seen through his disguise during the meeting, so, feeling quite anxious, he could only feign calmness, preparing for the upcoming training session.

Three days later, at Pei Yan's strong insistence, Samikina reluctantly led him in front of the small wooden house once more. This time, knowing the way well, Pei Yan directly pushed open the door, not surprised to find someone already waiting inside.

This time, the Demon God, disguised as a frail-looking middle-aged man, was engrossed in a book filled with characters Pei Yan couldn't comprehend. Hearing the sound of the door opening, the Demon God didn't pay any attention to the dumbfounded Pei Yan standing there, but instead, licking his index finger, he turned the page and said a bit discontentedly, "Do you think I'm not worthy of respect, or has your mind been tortured in the Ghost Realm so extensively that you've forgotten manners like knocking before entering?"

Faced with a direct rebuke regarding his manners, even Pei Yan's thick skin felt a bit embarrassed. Just as he was about to leave the room to re-enter with a knock, the Demon God cleared his throat, halting him, "Forget it, you're already in! Find a place to sit yourself."

Seeing that the matter was not pursued, Pei Yan chuckled and, as usual, plopped down onto the lazy chair right in front of the Demon God, staring at him intently, waiting for the next instructions.

This time, however, the Demon God seemed intent on giving him a hard time. Ignoring Pei Yan after he sat down, he continued to immerse himself in the book. Not knowing how captivating that book was, the initial intimidation left Pei Yan no choice but to sit upright, patiently waiting in silence.

The moments ticked by slowly, as Pei Yan waited from the bright sunlight until the moon hung high. According to the Hell Plane's time customs, the transition from blazing sun overhead to a silver moon in the sky takes only a second. By this time, Pei Yan had been waiting inside the wooden house for a full six hours, indicating it was now nine o'clock at night.

"Getting impatient with waiting!" Watching Pei Yan sitting restlessly, the once silent Demon God picked up a teacup from the side table, poured himself a cup of tea, and took a sip. He said calmly, "Initially, you seemed restless when you entered, but now you aren't."

"At first, I was a bit anxious, but now I'm not!" Pei Yan, trying to act as if he was relaxed, lifted his numb legs and responded with a smile.

"Good, young people need to learn patience!" The Demon God, still not looking up, snapped his fingers, instantly brightening up the previously dim lighting in the room. Afterward, he turned another page of his book and continued, "Have you rested well? Are you fully recovered? The place you're going next makes the Ghost Realm look tame. Don't let your guard down or be careless!"

"Reporting to you, Demon God, I have rested fully and am completely prepared, ready to enter the training state at any moment. My lord, it's been two and a half months now, and with the tournament approaching, I really can't afford any further delays."

Seeing Pei Yan's sincere plea in front of him, the Demon God pressed the book down slightly, glanced at Pei Yan, and nonchalantly returned to his book, "Do you remember the story we discussed about the origin of the Demon Race?"

"I remember, you mentioned that my next training will take place in the real Hell," Pei Yan quickly followed up, responding as he saw the Demon God's engagement.

"Indeed, your next trial will be there. I said that this training primarily addresses your weaknesses in soul and Spatial Magic. Your soul is now finely polished; what's left is Spatial Magic." The middle-aged man shook his head, exclaiming, "I don't know Spatial Magic; sadly, it's not my expertise! Yet, the mentor of your upcoming adversary is an expert in it!"

Seeing the worry in Pei Yan's eyes, the Demon God shifted the tone with a smile, "But don't worry about that deficiency. We can compensate with Divine Artifacts. Xila must have told you before you came—each contestant from different planes will merge with a Divine Artifact to enhance their abilities."

"Yes, Xila has already informed me of this!"

"And the Divine Artifact you need to obtain is within this sealed Hell." The Demon God said this and turned to the next page of the book. Looking at the patterns on the page, his expression twisted, showing both appreciation and disdain. After a moment, all of this transformed into a long sigh as he tore the page out and handed it to Pei Yan before him.

Pei Yan took the page handed over by the Demon God, studied it closely, and found that aside from the ancient, peculiar longsword depicted on the paper, he couldn't understand a single word of the writing. Though he had been in the Hell Plane for five years, with the help of his supercomputer brain, he spoke fluent Demon Race language and had learned about ninety percent of it. However, the text in front of him, while resembling the Demon Race script in many ways, was also different. This suggested to him that it must be the ancient language used by the old Demon Race.

From Sifuer, Pei Yan learned that being able to speak or write the ancient Demon Race language was always a mark of noble heritage for the old-school aristocrats. Even Sifuer could only speak the language without knowing how to write it—a privilege reserved only for first-born males in noble families. She couldn't recognize it, let alone Pei Yan.

Seeing Pei Yan puzzled over the paper, the middle-aged man chuckled and said, "This sword is called 'Prison Breaker.' It's the target you're going to obtain next."

"Prison Breaker!" The word stunned Pei Yan, who wasn't very knowledgeable about Divine Artifacts and didn't know the infamy that this one held across various planes.

"That's right! Prison Breaker! Among the Spatial Divine Artifacts across the planes, it ranks within the top seven. If judged solely by its offensive capabilities, it ranks in the top two, as its name suggests, it's meant to sever Hell!" The middle-aged Demon God's voice grew colder as he spoke; by the end, even Pei Yan, sitting across from him, could feel the barely contained anger and murderous intent surging within.