Sudden dislocation of the kneecap.
Blore knelt on the chains, and he could clearly hear the teeth-grinding sound of the bones in his lower limbs grinding against each other.
His thigh bones grew wildly like vines in contact with water, and spiral golden lines appeared on the surface of his shins. The pain was most acute when the bones in his feet reorganized, as if someone was chopping off and reshaping his toes one by one with a blunt knife.
The pain peaks in the pelvis.
His hip joints were twisted and deformed as if they were crushed by a hydraulic press, and a sticky sound of water came from his pelvis, as if new organs were taking shape.
One by one, his ribs broke and regenerated, each new bone covered in fine, star-shaped markings. As his collarbone stretched to the sides, he could clearly hear the crackling sound of skin being stretched apart, like tearing parchment.
Blore finally screamed as the pain spread to his skull.
His lower jaw was broken open by invisible hands, his teeth fell out one by one, and the new canine teeth flashed with a cold light.
His cheekbones bulged like knife cuts, and a star-shaped network of blood vessels emerged from the hollows of his temples. Most terrifying of all was the change in his skull—something was hammering at the top of his head from within, and each impact sent a burst of colorful light through his optic nerves.
The chain took the opportunity to dig into his wound.
Those bronze rings turned into liquid metal and traveled throughout the body along the burst capillaries.
Starlight flows in the bone marrow, and every new joint is branded with the mark of the constellation.
When the last bone fell into place, Blore vomited a mouthful of stardust-stained blood that solidified into rubies in mid-air.
The pain stopped abruptly, as if the torture just now was just an illusion.
But the sweat stains and bloody teeth of the human figure on the chains proved that this growth ceremony really happened.
Blore had no choice but to collapse to the ground, listening to the crackling sounds of new joints growing from his bones.
Pain and pleasure intertwined and washed over his nerves. He saw his shadow on the ground growing wildly, its outline gradually becoming sharp and elegant.
The black mist, sensing the transformation, suddenly boiled over. It wrapped around his new body like a living thing, condensing into a robe woven from the night.
As the corners of his robe fluttered, the chains that had originally bound him suddenly softened, turning into a flowing galaxy that wrapped around his cuffs and lapels, and each link of the lock emitted tiny starlight.
Something cold brushed the back of my neck.
Blore reached out to touch it and found that the originally neat short hair had turned into a waist-length black waterfall.
There was a faint light like star sand in his hair, and when he shook his head, the light spots flew around like fireflies.
The lightest and softest ray of starlight swirled above his head, eventually condensing into a translucent crown. It had no substance, but the flowing starlight outlined the intertwined contours of thorns and roses, yet it made the entire Chain Forest tremble.
Cangwu's voice suddenly became urgent: "Crown of Time... So you really are..."
The blood-red sword on the dial suddenly accelerated, the gears roaring deafeningly. Blore felt the touch of cold metal against his temple—it was the crown materializing, the starlight branding its eternal mark on his skull.
The forest of chains knelt collectively, all the bronze clasps chiming in unison like a pilgrim. The coffin's breathing gradually synchronized with his heartbeat, and the black mist formed a red carpet beneath his feet.
Blore looked at his hands, which were surrounded by starlight, and suddenly strode towards the coffin.
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