Chapter 55
This is a dimly lit world, seemingly constructed from darkness.
The sky was an eerie, ominous crimson, with layers of dark, heavy clouds piled up as if about to fall. Countless streaks of silvery-white lightning darted through them like venomous snakes, accompanied by incessant, deafening thunder.
However, beneath the dark clouds, the earth resounded with a sound even more mocking and unpleasant than thunder.
Countless monsters gathered together, feasting on the ground beneath their feet.
Their faces have no other organs, only a mouth dripping with thick saliva. Their bodies are bluish-black, and their skin is covered with wrinkles, like a rotten, smelly apple core.
But upon closer inspection, one will find that the appearance of each monster is illusory and constantly changing.
Sometimes it resembles a human, sometimes a wild beast like a lion, tiger, or bear, just as Buddha has three thousand faces, with no fixed number.
Suddenly, one of the monsters roared, and the surrounding monsters immediately stopped, opening their foul-smelling mouths and roaring hoarsely in unison.
"Roar! Roar!..."
As the roars rose and fell, ripples spread through the air, and a sticky, blood-red chunk of flesh suddenly fell from the irregularly spreading black mist.
The meat chunks had no internal organs, yet they writhed incessantly as if they were alive, frantically sucking up the black mist in the air.
In the blink of an eye, it swelled and grew larger, becoming as huge as a ferocious beast, growing fangs and strong limbs. It leaped into the feeding horde, opening its mouth to viciously tear at the earth.
The fangs pierced through the rock layers, yet conveyed the texture of flesh being torn apart.
The cracks in the black soil, bitten open like the wounds of a broken creature, constantly ooze gushing blood.
The monster, licking the blood, became even more frenzied and began to eat faster. However, no matter how many clods of dirt it greedily devoured, its stomach remained empty, and its hunger was not aroused in the slightest.
So the ravenous monster, driven by its instinctive desire to survive, ate and ate frantically until the corners of its mouth were cut open by the sharp edges of clods of earth, from which black blood, resembling tar, flowed out.
The black blood was absorbed by the earth, releasing even more black mist. Some of the mist separated, condensed into substance, and spontaneously filled the gaps in the earth.
During this period, hundreds of monsters died of exhaustion and starvation, while hundreds more pieces of sticky flesh fell from the black mist, giving birth to and growing into new monsters.
"roar--!"
Like an endless cycle.
The new monsters surged into the group in the blink of an eye, disappearing into the ocean like flowing water, their individual forms indistinguishable.
They roared with heart-wrenching fury, their enormous voices even drowning out the thunder in the sky. They lowered their heads, revealing their gaping maws, and tore the land apart, leaving it scarred and devastated!
Yan Shuo hovered in mid-air, his cold and indifferent gaze sweeping over the dense horde of monsters.
He has discovered that the number of monsters within his sea of consciousness has increased.
These monsters are the embodiment of spiritual defilement, representing the escalating pollution of His mind.
But He didn't care at all; this time He wasn't looking into the sea of consciousness for the sake of the gradually increasing filth.
Yan Shuo opened his eyes and glanced at the brightly lit sky, a sacred and solemn aura emanating from him.
In the dim and cold world, the light was too intense, so intense that it was blinding.
The thick, heavy clouds were dispersed by the intense light, and the monsters bathed in the light below looked as if they were being scorched by fire, their skin emitting white smoke as if their flesh was being burned, sizzling and bubbling.
They screamed and fled in all directions, while those that were a little slower were pinned to the spot by the light arrows.
As if all its life force had been drained by the arrow of light, the monster, which had been struggling wildly, moved slower and slower, and its bluish-black skin gradually turned grayish-white until it became stiff and stood in place like a statue, unable to move.
The land, bathed in sunlight, instantly became empty, the harsh roars ceased, and a long-lost tranquility descended.
For any monster, the ability to control mind pollution is definitely a good thing, even for evil gods.
The light sources in the sky clearly think the same way.
Seeing that Yan Shuo was still in mid-air, it thought it had finally gained tacit approval and boldly stepped into the dark world again.
Holy light descended, and the small area of land was instantly illuminated as if it were daytime.
Within the light, twelve wings could be faintly seen fluttering gently, bright white as silver, soft and holy.
Each feather was tinged with a scorching, dazzling golden light, as if it could purify all darkness.
That was the legendary twelve-winged angel, who came to help Yan Shuo control the filth.
Don't be afraid, it will be soon...
He emitted a melodious and soothing sound, a sound imbued with divine light that could enchant all living beings in the world.
I've come to set you free. From now on, you no longer need to be afraid, nor will you feel pain.
As if sensing their impending salvation, the monsters all stopped eating. Their eyeless faces turned toward the light, giving it their "gaze."
Seeing this scene of great attention, even the usually arrogant and aloof Emperor Jun couldn't help but feel his heart flutter.
He certainly has reason to be proud of it.
He is the fourth angel under the God of Light, while the evil god is on par with the supreme God of Light, and is an existence that can only be looked up to by them on ordinary days.
To be accepted by an evil god and purify the most powerful and pure darkness in the world is a vision that no angel can imagine in their lifetime.
Jun Tianshi was extremely fortunate that he had arrived at the first moment he sensed the increasing pollution of the evil god's mind.
Now, He stretches out His wings with joy and satisfaction, His eyes sparkling with barely suppressed excitement, eagerly preparing to receive His glory.
That's it, relax and accept me wholeheartedly.
Before he could finish speaking...
The dark earth, shrouded in light, suddenly erupted.
Like a giant beast lurking in wait, it suddenly split open with a crack, creating a chasm like a canyon, just as the angel approached.
In the blink of an eye, the earth shook violently, and the entire land rose into the sky, as if a giant beast were raising its body. Gravel fell softly from the edges of the ravines, the drool dripping from the beast.
From a distance, it looks like a towering mountain suddenly rising from the ground!
Caught off guard, the angel in mid-air was suddenly "bitten" by the earth. The jagged rocks mercilessly squeezed his body, crushing his bones and turning his wings into a bloody mess, causing him to let out a trembling, broken scream.
【Aaaaaaah! What are you doing?! I can save you, why are you refusing?!】
Stop! My consciousness is about to collapse! Stop!
Jun Tianshi screamed in agony, realizing that the attack had not stopped at all.
He tried to resist, raising his hand to gather holy light.
Who would have thought that a hurricane would suddenly appear out of nowhere, sweep in, and sever His arm.
Golden blood splattered into the air, and the angel's head thudded, letting out another painful, piercing scream.
He vaguely heard the hurricane laughing, the dark clouds and thunder in the sky laughing, and such contemptuous mockery echoed from all directions.
The sea of consciousness of the evil god contains more than just the thousand-faced monsters roaming the earth.
Everything here, including the wind and clouds, the fog and thunder, the earth and the rocks, and everything else you can see, are brutal and bloodthirsty monsters!
At this moment, the angel king finally understood, amidst despair and pain, just how profound and terrifying the filth of the evil god truly was.
He actually thought he could control the other party's mental pollution!
The angel immediately abandoned his gentle and holy demeanor, his eyes filled with resentment as if they were poisoned.
I am a twelve-winged angel with a true divine status! Even you, if you kill me, will be cursed and bear the scars of light!
As if in response to His words, a holy light descended from the boundless void, enveloping the boulder and emitting a sizzling sound as if something were being burned.
The boulders and hurricane scoffed disdainfully, their pain only fueling their ferocity as they tore apart His flesh without restraint, bathed in the scorching holy light.
Bloodstained, shattered feathers fluttered down, landing in the mouths of the Thousand-Faced Monsters. They greedily sucked on them, even chewing up the quills and swallowing them whole.
The entire dark world was like a gluttonous feast where gods were being devoured.
As the angel sensed his consciousness fading, his arrogance gradually vanished, and fear gripped him like an unseen hand.
He begged for mercy frantically, his words slurred.
Please, let me go!
I shouldn't have tried to offend you; please calm down!
No, no, you can kill me! If you kill me, no angel will ever come to save you again, and you will be forever trapped in darkness—
The word "dark" was never uttered; the angel was devoured by the monsters.
As the light faded, the emerging rocks retreated back into the earth, the wind swept across the barren, dark land, and the thousand-faced monsters continued to tear at the soil.
The dark world has once again returned to its former darkness and madness.
Yan Shuo never moved from his position throughout the entire process.
When the angel died tragically, he didn't even bother to glance at her.
Like a bored audience member in his seat, while the actors on stage were shouting and trying their best to show off their beautiful figures, he found it increasingly boring and began to doze off, propping his head up with his hand.
A voice came from the void, seemingly filled with grief and indignation.
[...This is the 1,283rd angel you have rejected.]
Yan Shuo remained unmoved.
His calm and indifferent expression was itself an arrogant disdain for all things, which stung a certain being in the void.
As if enraged, a curse-like warning echoed from the void.
Sooner or later, you will be corrupted and eroded.
You will lose yourself sooner or later.
...
You will be forever trapped in darkness, and even until consciousness is extinguished and the void disappears, you will never find the answer you seek!
Yan Shuo didn't react at all after hearing what he had just said.
Until the last sentence fell, He suddenly opened his eyes.
The black mist formed a vortex and shot into the sky, resembling a sharp blade piercing the void—
【！】
The being in the void let out a muffled groan, about to retaliate, when suddenly the black mist condensed again.
The earth trembled, and thunder roared. Countless blades of energy were poised to strike, like venomous snakes with gleaming cold eyes.
[...]
There was no sound at all.
Yan Shuo stared coldly at the other party's fleeing "back view," his face so tense that it trembled, until he could no longer feel anything, before he looked away.
The monster, which had been controlled by the angel, regained its activity, lay down on the spot, and began to devour the land.
The land ignored them, displaying extreme arrogance.
He needs no healing, nor any redemption. Even in death, no one can leave a trace in His consciousness.
Just as Yan Shuo was about to exit his sea of consciousness, his thigh suddenly trembled, and a vivid sensation of being gently touched by cool fingertips surged up from under his skin.
Yan Shuo's eyelids twitched violently.
But I can still tolerate it.
After all, I've gotten used to it.
The little tentacle goes about its daily routine, always disappearing from His sight to find that human named Xie Xubai, where rubbing, hugging, and touching are common occurrences.
As a fragment of His body, the small tentacles can also freely traverse space using His domain.
Unless this wretched thing is fused back into its original form, or its tiny tentacles are constantly monitored, it cannot restrict its movements.
Xie Xubai hasn't officially embarked on the path to godhood yet, so he hasn't reached that point yet.
Human beings' contact with the divine is like microorganisms tearing at humans; it would be laughable to be on high alert and wary.
In the blink of an eye, the turmoil in Yan Shuo's eyes subsided several times before finally returning to its cold indifference, like a stagnant pool of water.
The next breath later, a distinct feeling of comfort surged through his spine like a swift electric current, causing his body to go limp and almost plummet from mid-air in his sea of consciousness!
On the other side, Xie Xubai was holding the small tentacle and gently rubbing its soft suckers with his fingertips.
The tiny tentacles twisted and turned uncontrollably, like a child being amused and unable to hold back laughter.
【Oh dear, it itches so much.】
She said it was itchy, but then hooked her finger with her sharp fingers and wouldn't let go.
Xie Xubai noticed the little tentacle's enjoyment, his eyes crinkling as he tapped its suckers: "Ready? Let's do it again."
The treatment consists of three steps.
First, spiritual resonance; second, the establishment of a spiritual link; third, his consciousness enters the spiritual sea of the small tentacles to control the pollution.
The small tentacles were far superior to Lü Xiangcai and the others, so Xie Xubai dared not relax for a moment when attempting mental resonance.
Just as he had expected, when he finally caught up with the resonance amplitude, a tidal wave of negative emotions surged over him, almost causing him to faint.
He clutched his heaving chest, his back soaked with cold sweat, terrifying the entire family present.
At the same time, Xie Xubai finally felt the resistance during the healing process.
Neither Lü Xiangcai, Jiang Kaile, nor the children were on guard against him. This allowed Xie Xubai to easily circulate his mental energy, but it also greatly reduced the effectiveness of his training.
How could a chief physician with no prior experience gain the complete trust of his patients after just one meeting?
Definitely not.
Therefore, Xie Xubai longed to encounter resistance; only by discovering the problem could he find a way to overcome it.
The failure to resonate with the little tentacles only fueled his fighting spirit, leading to countless attempts—the second, the third, and so on!
The little tentacle's negative emotions were so intense they seemed endless, like a fierce black storm, repeatedly knocking Xie Xubai down.
Xie Xubai stood up again and again, facing the storm once more.
He didn't know where his limits were, nor could he feel the passage of time. As long as his mental energy hadn't been exhausted, he could start over.
This was a rather tedious and difficult process. Despite the small tentacles trying their best to restrain themselves, Xie Xubai still inevitably felt the pain of his emotions surging wildly.
His emotions were beyond his control; sometimes he felt heartbroken, sometimes resentful, and sometimes sorrowful.
Finally, at a certain moment, Xie Xubai sensed that the little tentacle seemed to have a slight loosening in its heart.
He instantly mustered all his strength, exerted all his power, seized the opportunity to try to resonate, and finally matched that wave called anger!
At the same time, Xie Xubai quickly released his mental energy, which transformed into sturdy iron chains that flew over and bound the land in the little tentacle's sea of consciousness, successfully establishing a mental link!
After doing all this, Xie Xubai, who was exhausted both physically and mentally, was able to support himself, let out a deep breath, and rub the suction cups to soothe the little tentacles.
No matter how carefree the little tentacle was, it could sense Xie Xubai's discomfort and immediately flinched.
"No, bye-bye, you don't look well..."
Although it felt incredibly comfortable, almost like it was on cloud nine, the discomfort it felt made it unable to resist disliking the sensation.
Xie Xubai kissed the uneasy little tentacle: "Good boy, I'm doing this willingly. It's good for me. Don't worry, I'll back out if I find anything wrong."
Why is my inner self so terrifying?
The little tentacle grew increasingly withdrawn, tightly gripping Xie Xubai's fingertips, as if afraid that the young man would distance himself from it out of fear.
"It's not scary. It's just that it's more wary than others, which is normal. It shows that Xiao Yi is more vigilant, which is a good thing." Xie Xubai pinched the tip and coaxed it gently with a smile.
Once the small tentacles stopped resisting, Xie Xubai successfully reached their sea of consciousness through the mental link.
He saw the desolate, ravaged, dark earth and the scarlet sky, and heard the deafening thunder.
Countless monsters roamed the uneven ground, and they spotted Xie Xubai almost the instant he entered.
Because of the small tentacles following them, they didn't pounce immediately. Instead, they opened their mouths full of sharp teeth, drooling, and watched them intently from the side.
Xie Xubai's perspective shifted from top to bottom, and then from far to near: "..."
He had a clear understanding of himself, and instantly calmed down, realizing that this was not a world of consciousness that he could heal.
Taking action rashly might lead to being trapped.
Xie Xubai shook his head and prepared to leave, but then he caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye and stopped.
Within seconds, having barely managed to suppress the abnormality in his body, Yan Shuo appeared behind Xie Xubai, his lips pressed into a sharp line.
The young man was lost in his own thoughts, half-squatting on the ground with his back to him, unaware of his arrival.
Yan Shuo's breathing was uneven, his eyes were filled with anger, and he was on the verge of exploding.
Having feelings for Xie Xubai and being curious about him is one thing, but having your inner world touched is another.
He admitted that he had underestimated Xie Xubai. He hadn't expected this human to be so audacious, daring to trespass into anyone's mental space!
From now on, he will lock up the little tentacles and will never allow himself to make even the slightest mistake like he did today!
Perhaps sensing the burning gaze behind him, Xie Xubai turned around as if he had a premonition, and suddenly met Yan Shuo's eyes.
Just as Yan Shuo was about to throw him away, he followed the young man's sideways body and saw something that should absolutely not be there.
—A flower blooming on barren land, and also a small pinkish-white flower that can be seen everywhere on the main road.
Seeing this, Yan Shuo's temples throbbed with anger. He struggled to suppress his rage and questioned, word by word, "What did you bring here?"
"..." Xie Xubai immediately snapped out of his shock at suddenly bumping into Yan Shuo.
He considered the little tentacle and Yan Shuo as two different individuals, never expecting to see a man here.
At the same time, he felt Yan Shuo's anger and the violent tremors of the ground beneath his feet. Without further hesitation, he calmly and quickly uttered the key point: "I didn't bring it. This flower grows under the rock."
“I saw it trying hard to squeeze out, but it was pinned down by the rock and couldn’t get up, so I helped it move the rock to the side.”
Yan Shuo paused for a moment.
His gaze fell on Xie Xubai's hands, his fair fingers covered in black mud.
The latter knelt on one knee, and even as he confronted him, he didn't move his hand an inch, protecting a small flower that was struggling to grow, under the howling cold wind and the dangerous gaze of thousands of monsters.
The dark world, which was constantly filled with piercing roars and thunderous booms, suddenly fell into a silence so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Xie Xubai thought something had happened again, so he tensed his muscles, his Adam's apple bobbing, and carefully observed Yan Shuo's every move.
But then they saw the thick fog covering the other person's face begin to sway unsteadily.
The white mist, like shattered masks, fell off bit by bit, revealing half of a face with deep contours and an eye with a suddenly contracted pupil, as if lost in thought.
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