As soon as you enter, a smell of blood and despair hits you in the face.
There are towering black stone walls standing all around, with reliefs of twisted and hideous faces carved on the walls, like imprisoned souls.
In the middle of the stone wall is a huge altar, made of dark blood-red rocks. Its surface is covered with mottled bloodstains and exudes a disgusting bloody smell. A huge statue of the god of pain stands tall.
The statue's face was distorted, its eyes were empty but revealed endless pain, and its body was entangled by countless sharp thorns.
Around Him, believers were wearing tattered, bloodstained black robes. Their faces were haggard, but their eyes were burning with fanatical piety. Each of them had scars of self-mutilation on his body.
Some were missing arms, some had their eyes gouged out, and some had their skin charred black.
Su Mu discovered that the closer the believers were to the statue of the god of suffering, the more severe the defects on their bodies were. They seemed to rely on this method to judge who was more pious.
He ignored these crazy people and continued to go deeper. Soon he saw a building that looked like a church.
After entering, I found that it was more like a prison cell than a church. It was filled with narrow and dim passages, and cells were carved out of the walls.
Most of the cells were inhabited by people, or to be more precise, people with mutilated limbs. They were frantically using the torture instruments in the cells to mutilate themselves, their faces filled with pain, but mixed with a hint of morbid pleasure.
Su Mu went deeper and deeper. The closer he got to the inside, the stronger the aura coming from the cells became, and there were even quite a few golden masters.
The golden strong man was obviously different from those ordinary followers who hurt themselves, and the injuries on his body were quite unique.
Some were so rotten that they were barely recognizable as human beings; some had their eyes gouged out, their tongues, noses, and ears cut off, and were even skinned.
Anyone with a slightly weaker mental state would find it difficult to bear seeing this hellish scene.
Su Mu followed the guidance of [Supreme Sky] and soon came to a place similar to a treasure house. Two large black iron doors were tightly locked, and several golden warriors were guarding outside the door.
He ignored the group of gold masters and walked straight into the treasury.
The scale of the treasury of the Cult of Pain surprised him slightly. There were indeed many treasures collected there, even richer than the treasury of the Blood Moon Empire.
It just so happens that the treasures in the Blood Moon Treasury have been almost used up, and I'm really sleepy, so here comes the pillow.
The Cult of Pain is located in the Nightmare World and is guarded by Saint-level warriors. Its overall strength far exceeds that of the Blood Moon Empire and it naturally has many treasures.
Su Mu strolled in the treasure house. Wherever he passed, the treasures around him disappeared instantly, like a swarm of locusts passing through.
As he walked, he suddenly stopped because he saw a person deep in the treasure house.
He is a thin middle-aged man with some gray hair on his temples. Although his face looks a little more vicissitudes, it still can't hide his handsome face.
Judging from the aura he exudes, he is a king of gold.
The strange thing is that this Golden King shows no signs of self-harm.
The Golden King of the Cult of Pain is in good health?
Soon Su Mu got the answer. His eyes moved to the middle-aged man's hand. It was a wood carving, a simple but well-polished wood carving.
Judging from the long hair, the wood carving should be a woman.
The middle-aged man was staring blankly at the wood carving in his hands, lost in thought for a long time, without moving.
Seeing this scene, Su Mu roughly understood why the middle-aged man did not hurt himself but became the Golden King of the Cult of Pain.
There are eighty thousand words in the world, but love is the most hurtful.
The middle-aged man did not notice Su Mu's arrival, as if his whole mind was immersed in the wood carving.
Su Mu was in sleepwalking mode, and the treasures in the treasury were silently stored in his dream without any movement. He ignored the King of Gold, walked around the treasury, and emptied it directly.
Even so, the Golden King was still looking at the wood carving, as if he himself was a motionless wood carving.
Why no whisper?
Su Mu frowned slightly. He had emptied the treasure house but did not find Whisper. However, the guidance of [Supreme Heaven] clearly indicated that Whisper was in this treasure house.
At this moment, the middle-aged man suddenly moved. A spatial fluctuation appeared on his body, and a thin, slender sword appeared in his hand. The sword body was translucent, just like a pool of autumn water that had been solidified.
The sword blade was as thin as a cicada's wing, and it was sharp, as if it could cut a hole in the void with just a slight stroke.
On the hilt of the sword, there are two beautiful small words engraved - Whisper!
The middle-aged man took Whisper and gently carved on the wood carving according to his memory, making the originally blurred lines clearer.
A pretty woman gradually appeared, but she was blurry in his eyes.
Tears blurred his vision. Looking at the wood carving, his eyes flashed with extreme pain: "Why hasn't the miracle of pain come yet? When can I revive you? Is the pain not enough?
Wan'er, wait a little longer. When the Pain God Cult expands to become the largest cult and has more believers, they will be able to provide more and more pain. Then the pain miracle will surely come."
The wood carving did not respond.
He was silent for a long time, looking at Qingyu many times, as if he was planning to commit suicide, but for the sake of the person in his memory, he did not do it.
"Whisper, what a nice name." He stroked the words on the hilt and said, "You are the sharpest sword I have ever seen. Perhaps this is the meaning of your name. A heavy sword cannot penetrate a person's armor, but a whisper in the ear is the most powerful."
Seeing this scene, Su Mu felt helpless. He originally wanted to take Whisper and leave, and then go back to open the Place of Origin, but now it seems that he has no choice but to take action.
As soon as he thought of this, he revealed his figure.
The middle-aged man was worthy of being the King of Gold. The moment Su Mu appeared, he immediately reacted and looked at Su Mu.
When he saw Su Mu clearly, he frowned: "Intruder? You..."
Before he could finish his words, he was stunned, because everywhere he looked was empty. The treasure house that was once full of treasures now had only some iron shelves left.
He stood up slowly, his terrifying aura condensed but not released, making the air around him solidify.
"Although I don't know how you did it, I advise you to hand over all the treasures." A calm voice echoed in the empty treasury.
Su Mu smiled gently and said, "I would also like to advise you that you'd better pretend that you didn't see anything, and then hand the Whisper in your hand to me."
The middle-aged man had a calm expression, and he slowly clenched his fist and whispered, "Are you from the Primordial God Cult? You don't have the aura of those charlatans, but instead have the aura of a troll. You have actually reached the half-step saint level. It seems that fighting with you will not be boring."
"It seems that you are not going to listen to my advice." Su Mu shook his head slightly.
"Hmm." The middle-aged man hummed lightly, and then said without raising his head: "Please wait a moment."
He carefully put the wood carving away as if he were holding a rare treasure.
"No need to be so troublesome." Su Mu's gentle voice sounded.
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