Chapter : 24
Your curse will only increase the flavour.
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"Bang!!!
With the unknown weapon in his hand of the evil man, the formation covering Qing Tian shattered like glass."
The formation shattered, and the chains that wed bounding Qing Tian was also collapsed.
Qing Tian's head lolled weakly, his pale lips and snow crusted lashes barely moving with breath.
The evil man tongue slithered out, licking his split lips.
"Ah… what a gift. Delivered to me… already sealed and wrapped."
The moment it shattered, the entire body of Qing Tian felt the jolt of it, and opening his own eyes and looking at the man in front of him, with just half-opened eyes.
"Who are you... and what are you doing to me?" Qing Tian stared at the man in front for a moment and was disgusted by the bloody aura of the man, and frowned while asking.
But that evil man didn't even care about the question asked to him, he just stared at Qing Tian as if he was looking at the most precious treasure in front of him.
"HAhaa... little boy, you don't have to know too much, but you must know, I am the one who has helped you to be free from the formations."
"Will you not thank me...?"
Finally, after a long time, the evil man spoke and asked Qing Tian to tell him thank you.
"Thank... you...??? Are you worthy...?" The moment the evil man asked him to say thank you, Qing Tian, sensing the disgust from the evil man, sneered.
Bang!!!!!!
"Slap...!!!"
A huge palm was placed on the white fair cheeks of Qing Tian, and blood oozing from his lips.
Then he extended his claw like hand and gripped Qing Tian by the neck, lifting him effortlessly.
The boy dangled side to side in his grasp, ice fracturing off of him in small pieces.
Qing Tian's head shifted some, not through his own will, but from the motion observing the frozen lashes, casting shadows onto his cheeks.
His breath flowed from him, spotted in frost.
His body was bound, but his mind raged, but if he had the strength to kill this monster, he'd tear the monster apart long ago.
The evil man stared for a short moment, the grin on his face softened, like a starving beast admiring the glisten of fresh meat, then his jaw twitched again, twisting into madness.
"Sleep, little feast. When you wake... you will wake in my world."
He took out another object from his storage ring of stitched flesh.
It was not the like unknown weapon he used earlier, it was a talisman. But it wasn't made of jade or stone or even paper.
Instead, it was inscribed on a stretched sheet of dried human skin.
The symbols burned into the parchment twisted, as if alive, and glowed a dim red light, pulsing along with the heart in his other hand.
He pressed the talisman to Qing Tian's chest.
SZZZZT!
The boy's body convulsed violently as ribbons of black light penetrated his flesh, binding his weak essence and sealing his aura, until even the top cultivators, they could not detect him.
The cultivator laughed, a sound that resembled the cracking of bones.
He flicked his wrist once again and tore open the void itself.
Space creaked and distorted, revealing a tunnel of pulsating darkness.
However, this was not the Void of the Desolate Mystic World.
Rather, it was a place consumed by infinite blood-red light.
No, this place was not a typical domain; it looked almost like a small, independent world of its own.
While the evil man could have perhaps created one with his cultivation, he didn't create one. Instead, he lingered within this withered fragment he forcefully took from who knows where.
The moment he stepped into the plane with Qing Tian, blood still drenched from the boy's pale lips.....a creeping darkness arose.
The atmosphere was suffocating. The weight of the air stank of despair as if hell itself had taken root.
Everywhere looked, the ground was stained blood, and foul crimson vines twisted in the void, connecting through the plane like the veins of an abominable creature.
Each beat brought with it a dreadful tempo and stitched the realm together in a web of wickedness.
This was not simply a small plane, that he found, but rather he transformed with his own power.
It was his Blood Prison.
It was a wicked realm he had transformed that imprisoned and made countless beings suffer eternally here, a place where he'd leached away life and cultivation, devoured their souls, and plundered their memories with abhorrent cultivation techniques, and the realm itself was his accomplice by expanding his power.
The evil man continued to walk deeper into a monumental hall, step by step. It was simply a scene full horror disgust.
Thousands of cultivators were left hanging in the void, chained to the walls, their eyes lifeless, their bodies gaunt.
Crimson vines pierced their veins, drinking them dry, their blood, souls and memories."
In the middle of the hall was a huge pool of blood, bubbling and boiling as if it were alive. A fetid odor filled the air, so pungent it felt like it was gnawing at your soul.
Each ripple in the pool pulsed with a rhythm like the heart of a monster, echoing through out the prison like the lamentation of the damned.
The evil man walked over the stone pathway which lay across the bubbling pool of blood.
Each step he took, resonated with a sound like bone cracking on stone, with a steady impact that compounded the dread of being here.
The odor of iron and decay swirled about so heavily in the air that even the bodies suspended motionless in the void seemed to shudder.
Qing Tian's body was hung in the other man's grip tightly.
Qing Tian's eyelids fluttered open for a split second.
He saw the chains. The haggard faces of thousands of cultivators.
Vine-like tendrils feeding on them like worms. But his vision blurred and lost consciousness again, if he was weak.
He wished to refuse, wished to scream, wished to struggle.
But his frame was bound by a human skin talisman, and his essence was bound as a bird in a rusty cage.
The blood cultivator suspended before the middle of the pool.
Here, the blood raised higher in the pool, almost as if responding to his presence.
It gassy steamed, forming a variety of grotesque forms....faces of the damned, mouths aghast in a scream that froze into silence, though their faces would collapse, returning to the pool.
The man threw Qing Tian down on the cold, slick stone slab that jutted out over the pool and let him drop over it.
Thud!
Qing Tian's body struck the slab hard.
The stone beneath him was slick with the forgotten blood of countless victims, whose souls has been devoured by this evil man.
The evil man threw his arms out wide, a booming voice like a tyrant proclaiming their stronghold to their slaves.
"Worms rejoice! The banquet has arrived! Tonight, you will all see the first testament to my grandest creation!"
The hanging cultivators did not respond. They could not. They were too weak, and their spirits had already been depleted. Even so, their empty eyes, hollow and soulless, seemed to glance at Qing Tian. Perhaps they were warning him about what was to come.
The man crouched low, and his bloodshot eyes locked onto Qing Tian's eyes. He smiled a smile not from a man, but from a creature savoring its food.
"My dear boy," he whispered, almost lovingly with those twisted expression on his face, that can make normal people disgust.
"you have no idea how special you are. A vessel chiseled by heaven and stained by fate. Even your suffering… even your hatred… is a delicacy I would like to taste."
"And savour it!!"
His claw like fingers traced Qing Tian's chest over his heart.
"The world thinks you unworthy. But I… I understand something different. You are the very best seed to plant in my prison. From you, I will yield that will let me step into the realm of the God Emperor realm, beyond dao, beyond destiny."
He snapped his fingers.
The vines in the pool jerked violently as strands swayed down from the tips, like veins of a corpse, newly unfurled.
The flesh crawled across the stone slab toward Qing Tian's body.
The boy's weapon weakly tremored as the black light of the talisman ignited again engulfing him; the bindings held tight.
He strained his throat against a long winded hoarse, almost broken words.
"You will regret this....!!"
At this time, the eye, the temperament even the expression on the face of the Qing Tian changed and then spoke.
The blood cultivator laughed, sharp and jagged like shards of glass. "Sorry and regret? No, boy. I feed on these curses, Your curse will only increase its flavor."
Then...
The first vine plunged, deeper and deeper, into Qing Tian's arm.
Ssssht!
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End of the chapter!!
The first volume will end in the next or two chapters.