I'm only one year old, what the heck is a Overturning System?!

Fortunately, within this Heavenly Prison, he indeed gained some insights, otherwise, this attempt would have been a blunder.

Not waiting for the monk to continue, Chen Yi turned his head towards Wen Renying and the deputy general, instructing:

"You two wait outside for me. If anyone comes afterward, inform them truthfully."

Wen Renying hesitated for a moment, softly reminded the lord to be careful, and then turned with the deputy general to exit the Sky Prison Tower.

However, the "female demon" was somewhat uneasy, signaling the deputy to wait outside, she cautiously stood at the doorway, peering inside from afar.

"Stop that jailer when he arrives later."

"Yes."

The deputy general bowed to accept the order, then stood loyally outside the Sky Prison Tower, like a guardian deity.

Chen Yi no longer paid attention to the two behind him, stepped forward, and went straight to the Three-Faced Buddha, stepping into the void, with his longsword unsheathed, implying his readiness to act upon any disagreement.

The monk saw his action, his face flushing with anger, spoke with a stern tone: "Benefactor, you've crossed the line!"

"Change your face to meet this marquis if you don't wish to die!" Chen Yi stood suspended, the indifference in his eyes almost tangible.

The monk's angry expression froze, he scrutinized Chen Yi for a moment, then swiftly turned into a smile:

"May I know the benefactor's name? Whose descendant of the Marquis might you be? This humble monk..."

Before he could finish, Chen Yi wielded his long sword, the Slaughter Sword Intent slashing out once more.

This time, unlike the casualness before, the intensity of the sword intent faintly carried the roar of a tiger.

The monk's eyes reflected a shimmer of silver, before he could react, the Three-Faced Buddha behind him glowed brightly with golden light, an arm holding a golden mace suddenly stretched out, blocking the sword intent.

Clang!

Tss—A piercing screech tore through!

Only to see that golden arm being directly severed by the sword intent, clattering onto the Lotus Platform!

Chen Yi pointed his longsword at the Dakong monk: "Wasting away for centuries, you don't want to end up dead and dissipated, do you?"

He was too impatient to answer the monk's questions, it's faster to slash with a sword.

Even if this monk named "Dakong" was the first abbot of Dakong Temple, and once a Prince Kong of the Wei Dynasty Imperial Family.

The monk looked at him, lips slightly parted, wanting to say something but unsure of how.

A moment of silence.

"May I know what the benefactor wishes to ask, this humble monk will speak truthfully."

Chen Yi looked at him, pondered for a moment, painted the "Eagle" talisman in the air with his sword, and asked: "Do you recognize it?"

The Dakong monk examined it closely, then shook his head: "This humble monk has never seen such divine skills."

"Divine skills? Do you know it represents the power of divine skills?" Chen Yi's eyes narrowed slightly.

"This humble monk has never seen it before, but at the moment of seeing it, I understood it embodies the divine will of divine skills."

Dakong clasped his hands together earnestly: "This is the power of the Buddhist Law I practice, I hope the benefactor will discern carefully."

Chen Yi stared at him for a long moment, continued asking: "Have you ever heard of 'Pure Heaven' or 'Pure Land of Bliss'?"

Dakong recalled for a moment, nodded: "This humble monk has only heard of 'Land of Bliss', which might be what the benefactor refers to as 'Pure Land of Bliss'."

Chen Yi remained indifferent, his gaze increasingly cold, silent yet imposing.

"Benefactor, a monk does not speak falsehoods; this humble monk speaks only the truth!"

"With your cultivation, you surely sensed everything happening within the Earth Prison Building before?" Chen Yi sneered:

"That person carefully hid in the Heavenly Prison; what they plot could be none other than you!"

"If you don't tell the truth, don't blame this marquis for being ruthless and merciless!"

He genuinely intended to slash this monk.

Even though he didn't know the plot of the 'Pure Heaven' people regarding this monk, a dead person holds no valuable secrets.

Dakong was quite helpless.

He had stayed in this Heavenly Prison for nearly two hundred years, and it was his first time meeting someone so unreasonable.

After pondering for a moment.

Dakong contemplated: "I truly know about the changes in the upper-level prison tower, but don't know his plot against me... perhaps the benefactor could tell this humble monk what's happening in the outside world recently?"

Chen Yi gave him a deep look, and immediately narrated the recent changes within the Buddhist realm and what Wen Renying said.

"With the grand event approaching, monks from the West Continent Buddha Country and various monasteries of the Wei Dynasty are gathering in Kyoto Prefecture; it's said that a deeply skilled State Preceptor of Buddhist Law from the West Continent Buddha Country will also come."

"West Continent Buddha Country, a monk's grand event..." Dakong's complexion slightly changed, furrowed his brows:

"Does Dakong Temple now have a 'Buddha Child'?"

"Yes!"

Dakong slightly nodded, the heads of the Three-Faced Buddha behind him turned a few times, only using the serene face to gaze at Chen Yi.

Surrounding Buddha Light formed strands entwining, slowly weaving in midair into a talisman, faintly recognizable as "Eagle" markings.

In the next moment, the Dakong monk's face showed gravity, as if witnessing an unbelievable scene.

Chen Yi quietly watched him, merely tightening his grip on the longsword, divine will within ready to burst forth.

A long while later.

Dakong exhaled, his eyes revealing some compassion, chanted a Buddhist name:

"Amitabha."

"This humble monk has seen 'Bliss'."

"It turns out they are what the benefactor referred to as 'Pure Heaven', this humble monk has understood everything."

As his peaceful voice spread, behind him the Three-Faced Buddha, the arm that fell to the Lotus Platform suddenly restored, slowly starting to move.

The entire Buddha statue seemingly came to life, two arms reaching out to hold the Dakong monk, and the four faces of the two monks showed expressions of compassion, saying:

"Benefactor, please pause, this matter is lengthy, allow this humble monk to narrate it to you."

Without waiting for Chen Yi to speak, he slowly sat cross-legged at the foot of the Three-Faced Buddha, with the faint mark of tears on his forehead showing spots of Buddha Light, continuing: