Cursed Yin erupted in fury.
Purple evil energy rampaged, shattering the stone cave, turning the ever-present Way of the Heavens into nothingness.
...
"Splash..."
The sound of water babbling softly in the ears, quiet and beautiful.
Arriving here, the scene before his eyes had yet to form, but Cursed Yin’s heart already emitted a chill.
He actually wanted to turn back and leave Bei Huai’s world of past mories, but then reconsidered; the Way of the Heavens could hardly shake his true self in the slightest.
Such minor utilization of the mory Path, how could it possibly instill fear in the mighty and invincible Lord Cursed Yin?
"Hiding and showing, you cowardly rats!"
His fist crackled; Cursed Yin could barely contain himself as he looked around.
The chaos world remained, and underneath lay a mory River, unknown where it began or ended.
Ahead was the White-clothed youth version of Bei Huai, still turning his back, murmuring sothing...
"Seal!"
This ti, Cursed Yin was experienced.
"Not listening, not heard, a fool chanting scriptures."
He decisively sealed off the six senses, directly cutting off any possible influence the Way of the Heavens might plant in him.
Seal the six senses, and the world plunged into "darkness," all sounds vanished.
Yet Cursed Yin startled himself with his actions.
What was he here to do?
To find the Life dicine Pool!
Sealing the six senses, isn’t this self-bondage?
How to proceed next, relying on the Way of the Heavens to help find it, wouldn’t that be ridiculous!
Just as he was about to reopen the six senses...
"Gezzz—"
A sharp, piercing explosion sounded in the depths of consciousness.
Following closely in the darkness, from a distance at lightning speed approached a small beam of light, initially square-shaped, seemingly adorned with patterned glimrs inside.
Getting closer, it beca clear it was a giant "囧" character outlined by divine path patterns.
Cursed Yin realized sothing was wrong, but he hadn’t yet undone the six senses.
This imnse "囧" character from mory depths slapped onto his face, just like a past slap in the face, making him stagger backward.
"Path!..."
Cursed Yin, enraged beyond asure, in his shout, had already decided to retreat.
The mory Path, a concept with significant influence, mustn’t be underestimated.
If he continues, further exploring Bei Huai’s past, there’s no telling what disturbances to ntal stability he may endure.
Suddenly, the underworld shook as light rapidly illuminated the surroundings, transforming into countless beams shooting forth.
Upon approach, it beca apparent they were no longer "囧" characters but terrifyingly, countless faces of Dao Qiongcang!
So wildly grinning...
So mocking with distorted expressions...
So cheekily wagging tongues...
So with three eyes, others with faces sprouting red hair, so with faces covered in pustules oozing yellowish pus...
"Ah~"
"Cursed Yin~"
"Lord Cursed Yin, please accept ~"
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom...
Overlapping front and back, varying sizes.
The faces of Dao Qiongcang slapped onto his.
The sounds cut sharply and eerily, embedded with distractions, carving their way in.
At that mont of horror, despite being the evil god, Cursed Yin thought he was staring at the peak horror in his life, nearly blasted from Bei Huai’s body back to his Life Seed essence.
Yet driven by that sheer "unwillingness," the reluctance to be scared out from Bei Huai’s body, losing a cooked goose.
Cursed Yin hesitated, forcefully "accepting" the multitude of Way of the Heavens faces’ kisses, akin to having a tank full of filth pumped forcibly into his pristine self.
"Hiss—"
"Ugh, ooh."
"Aye hey, leave it to !"
"Possession... dicine Ancestor..."
"Where, where? Hidden where!"
"Hmmmm~ Ahh~"
"Life dicine Pool! Life dicine Pool! Only by getting the Life dicine Pool is there a chance!"
"Scram! Dao Qiongcang, die, die, die!"
"Lord Cursed Yin~~~"
Consciousness, like a magnificent firework, suddenly ignited, in the spiritual world exploded into myriad thoughts, countless voices.
So belonged to him, so did not...
So exaggeratedly artificial, so resembling "false self" fabricated in his voice and thinking style...
Chaos!
Pure chaos!
Reality and falsehood overlapping.
Once implanted into self, gliding through seamlessly, they completely rged deeply into his mory.
Even those fragnts called "wrinkles," once subrged in babbling water sounds, were entirely smoothed.
Consequently, strong as Cursed Yin might be, suddenly couldn’t discern which thoughts belonged to him, which didn’t, and at the first mont found himself clueless, realizing he couldn’t fully erase the influence of the Way of the Heavens on his mories.
"mory?!"
"mory!!"
"Aghhh! Dao Qiongcang!"
Placed amidst deep water and raging fire, Cursed Yin finally recognized the trap he voluntarily walked into.
But, can he retreat?
If retreating, this encounter would only consist of humiliation, with no gain at all?
If advancing further into Bei Huai’s mories, who knows what other traps laid by Dao Qiongcang await, should he continue in error?
Advance?
Retreat?
Inescapable dilemma!
...
"Greed..."
"Discontent..."
"Human nature..."
Caught between advance and retreat, half-awake, part of Cursed Yin’s consciousness detached from Bei Huai’s past mories, glimpsing above the pit, two companions beside critiquing him.
Dao Qiongcang, smiling, pointed at him, chuckling:
"Don’t be fooled by his outward madness, in truth, he won’t act."
"I rely need to employ a slight strategy, force Cursed Yin into a corner. In desperation, he must read Bei Huai’s mories because the Life dicine Pool is his only chance to turn the tables."
"Had Cursed Yin been at full strength, searching for a Holy Emperor’s soul, how could I affect him?"
"But Cursed Yin’s current weakness is evident, having not gained the Life dicine Pool’s power, how can he withstand my mory’s influence?"
"He neither progresses nor retreats, neither is he human left, nor human right!"
Dao Qiongcang shook his head, pinching the Cursed Yin Puppet with his hand as if already toying with the Cursed Yin Evil God:
"A huge net, I had laid in advance."
"Cursed Yin can choose to stay or leave as he wishes, I won’t interfere, nor could I."
"But the pity is..."
A pause, Cursed Yin distinctly heard.
Dao Qiongcang was a pit before, a pit behind, left never human, right never human, never intended to leave a path for survival:
"Should Cursed Yin choose to remain in Bei Huai’s body, then as I use Bei Huai as this puppet, Cursed Yin willingly shackles himself in this body, no threat from others, entirely voluntary, demonstrating weak intelligence."
"If Cursed Yin chooses not to stay in Bei Huai’s body, he either returns obediently as the World Tree of the new Heavenly Realm, or takes a wild gamble, resorting to ’Technique Species,’ ’Life Seed’ changes, forcefully seizing the Path, returning to Zero dicine Ancestor, futile efforts battling the impossible, even with a chance of survival, demonstrating weak intelligence too."
"This plan is extrely sinister, against heaven’s harmony, typically unused, yet Cursed Yin relies on being heaven itself, daring to belittle , and I dare not belittle him... Lord Shou, out of ten points, how many do you think this plan deserves?"
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