Capítulo 698: Chapter 309: Infinite Torture (Part 3)
All the flesh and blood rapidly decayed,
decaying into a brown slurry, which under the invocation of scripture and the altar’s blessing, began to coalesce,
coalescing into hands, feet, a body, forming a hollow giant several ters tall.
“Divine qi gathers, everlasting life.”
Zhou Xuan roared viciously,
and the giant, following this roar, opened its eyes.
The eyes were hollow, yet appeared profoundly deep; as Shang Wenjun glanced at them, she imdiately felt uneasy, seeing all her past mories reflected there,
and many scenes from the future continually erged within the eyes.
The eye seed to beco an “eye that knows the past and predicts the future.” Unwittingly, Shang Wenjun’s mind was completely entranced by the eye, stepping towards the giant.
“Master Shang, bow your head, close your eyes; do not see, do not hear, do not sll.”
The Music Master plucked the bone zither, calling back Shang Wenjun, whose mind was entranced.
Shang Wenjun ca to her senses, only to find the Music Master and Painter had already bowed and closed their eyes.
Following suit, she bowed her head and did not look, but her mind was troubled as she communicated with the Music Master and Painter through transmitted sound technique.
“Old Hua, Lao Le, Young Master’s scripture is an Evil Spell, the Witch God Temple’s altar will execute anyone they see with an Evil Spell.”
“The spell is an Evil Spell, but the Old Hall doesn’t dare to act against him.”
“Why?” Shang Wenjun asked the Music Master.
The Music Master said, “The spell itself is very evil, but the giant ford is the unallocated truth of Jing Country’s will.”
Upon hearing “unallocated truth,” Shang Wenjun was stunned for half a minute, then whispered, “Are you sure?”
“I have divine status augnted, able to sense many things you cannot perceive. The nearby giant is indeed the unallocated truth.”
“I sensed chaotic ti-space around that giant.”
The Painter also said, “Young Master, what a grand gesture.”
Since it’s the “unallocated truth of will,” even the formidable status of the Witch God Temple can only play a supporting role to this bizarre and bloody giant summoning.
Zhou Xuan’s frenzied chanting seed to transform into an ancient song of Jing Country’s ancestors, amidst the madness, gaining a peculiar lody, like a dirge during soul-calling.
The decaying death row fluid exhausted the last of spirit and qi, then the giant slowly closed its eyes, its form becoming ethereal and void.
Zhou Xuan’s figure finally landed on the ground.
The “Safire Giant Scripture,” along with the Witch God Temple, summoned the giant’s soul from the ancient era.
The giant’s features were blurred, its body radiant,
the ritual was over, yet Zhou Xuan still displayed the indifference of a Priest, his eyes devoid of much human emotion, coldly looking at Shang Wenjun, saying, “Incorporate Daluo Tian into the giant’s body.”
Shang Wenjun’s Witch Master aura had completely faded, and for unknown reasons, she only felt Zhou Xuan’s gestures held imnse pressure, forcing her to comply with his instructions.
“Co here.”
Shang Wenjun unfurled the Heartless Red Silk, ensnaring the Cow Bone Child, throwing Daluo Tian into the “giant,”
“Zhou Xuan, what trick are you up to again?” Daluo Tian cursed.
“This giant, nad ‘Chaos,’ its body is a self-contained world, implicitly containing another layer of ti-space.”
Zhou Xuan coldly said, “A mont in reality equates to a millennium in that layer of ti-space. Daluo Tian, I wish to see… your will, so resolute, withstand how many years of tornt.”
At these words, he approached the giant and suddenly leaped in.
Once he passed through the giant’s shell, his form vanished without a trace.
He beca part of the giant’s internal ti-space.
Inside the giant, countless vultures flew, the fierce sun overhead, yellow sands all around.
Daluo Tian in this small world imdiately suffered the fierce sun’s scorching, vultures spread giant wings, flying towards Daluo Tian, pinned him beneath their claws, and began pecking at his internal organs…
…Flocks of vultures, like locusts in a drought, pecked his organs clean.
Once the vultures dispersed, sunlight scorched Daluo Tian’s exposed thoracic and abdominal cavities.
“This punishnt can sway my will?” Daluo Tian, with open chest and abdon, was dismissive.
“This is rely a day.”
Zhou Xuan sneered.
In this giant world, the sun gradually set, the vultures landed on the ground, vigilantly watching the surroundings, but none would peck at Daluo Tian’s remains.
After a night, the sun rose again, vultures still soared, as Daluo Tian’s body beca whole once more.
He touched his stomach and chest, elastic, with the heart pumping, intestines writhing.
And those vultures flew towards him once more, like the previous day, pecking.
“Eternal Hell?”
Only then did Daluo Tian realize Zhou Xuan’s dread.
Zhou Xuan, using the Secret Technique, summoned the chaos giant’s soul, crafting a prolonged ti-space world to enact his punishnt—endlessly, without pause, the vultures’ gut-pecking punishnt would unfold day by day.
How long would this pecking punishnt last?
“A mont in reality equates to a millennium in this world, with five minutes passing in reality, this world would see tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands of years,
ti is extrely long, a day’s fleeting ti is rely a grain in the sea of sands in this world,
Daluo Tian, you should enjoy it well.”
Zhou Xuan, rging with this heaven and earth, his voice resonated across the sky and ground.
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