Mu Cang felt the majestic torrent of pain permeating the entire hell, and couldn't help but ponder:
"If I swallow all the pain in this hell, then the achievement of ancient myths and even ancient myths can only happen overnight."
However, this is just an idea.
Sensing the Leviathan's will hidden in the wisps of painful emotions around him, he clearly knew that even if he absorbed even a tiny bit, he would immediately attract the other party's close attention.
This is normal, after all, the entire hell of pain belongs to Leviathan's private territory.
Especially since this painful emotion is the basis of his evolution and the foundation of his existence, how can he not care about it so much.
However, this did not prevent Mu Cang from scorning Leviathan’s stupidity:
"What a waste. He has absorbed so many painful emotions for so many years, and yet he is still just a false god."
He has thought of a way, a way to completely eliminate Leviathan once and for all and then occupy this painful hell.
Tread~tap~
After walking around another corner, Mu Cang glanced at the nail head next to him and asked:
"Spencer, do you remember everything you experienced as a human?"
After hearing the master's question, Nailhead shook his head slightly.
Apparently, he had completely forgotten about it.
"Then..." Mu Cang thought thoughtfully, "Leviathan should be able to read, or devour, all the memories of the person being transformed during the process of transforming the curser into a monk."
"Yes, Master." Nailhead said solemnly, "Leviathan will search for all the painful fragments in the memory of the deceased, and then enjoy the pain immersively, and then collect and store these memory fragments for future use.
Come and continue to reminisce.
This is his instinct, once he starts, he can't stop."
"Really?" Mu Cang grinned, "Very good, give me a rough description of how Leviathan transforms humans."
"Okay, Master."
Nailhead nodded slowly, "If someone opens the box of mourning in the human world, his body will be torn apart by the large number of iron hooks protruding from the box, leaving only a wisp of the dead soul to be taken to hell.
After arriving in hell, these dead souls will be given a broken body and become cursers.
If his potential is too mediocre and he is unable to appreciate and enjoy the art of sadism, then he can only swim in the pit of fire and torture chamber to endure endless torture, providing endless pain to hell."
Having said this, Nailhead couldn't help but sigh: "Mortal people's understanding of pleasure is too narrow. They cannot understand the ultimate enjoyment brought by torturing and being tormented."
Then he continued: "Those despicable and useless curse disciples will be built into the wall after their souls are broken into pieces, and they will live in memories and pain forever.
If they have excellent potential, they will not face the fate of being built into a wall, but will get a luxurious 'personal hell'."
"Luxury... personal hell..." Mu Cang raised his eyebrows slightly and said in surprise, "Open one room and show me."
"Okay master." Nailhead nodded respectfully, then raised his hand and stretched out his index finger to tap lightly in the void in front of him.
Buzz——
Time and space rippled, and the surrounding deep corridor scenes blurred and disappeared, and began to change positions rapidly.
During this period, the aura that had been dead silent on Nail Head's body also surged restlessly, faintly exuding an aura that resembled that of the Huiyue level.
Yes, as the high priest of hell, Spencer the Nailhead is a Shining Moon-level existence.
But unlike the Moon Wizard in Anzel's world, most of Spencer's power comes from the transformation of Leviathan, rather than his own cultivation.
The blood is the blood of Leviathan, the leather clothing worn outside the body is the skin and flesh of Leviathan, and even its most important soul is mixed with a lot of Leviathan's power.
Of course, the hell monks have almost no concept of cultivation.
In addition to endless torture of cursers, their daily work is mainly to serve as jailers, responsible for taking care of the countless suffering souls in hell.
These monks often work in groups. For example, Nailhead in the movie "The Devil Wears Prada" works in groups of four.
This kind of group is usually called a "rift order group" or a "penance group".
As a high priest with a higher status than ordinary monks, Spencer was responsible for more work.
One of them is to regularly organize monks to pray to Leviathan.
All these factors also led to Spencer's extremely poor 'foundation', which is why he was captured by Mu Cang at a glance and became another of his spiritual dependents.
Buzz——
The surrounding scenes gradually became clearer.
The location where the two stood has also transformed into a gray stone square with a side length of several hundred meters.
In the center of this square sits a rather classical-looking manor, surrounded by jagged and strange trees.
After taking a few steps closer, I discovered that the gate of this manor was made of heavy grinding and cutting of aggregate, with complicated secret patterns engraved on it, which looked very strange.
The stone steps in front of the door are paved with almost petrified eyeballs, which makes people feel very numb when they step on them.
Boom——
After pushing the bone door open and entering the manor, you will see a black fountain in the center of the blood-colored lawn. Thick painful emotions spray out from the center of the fountain to all sides, forming a terrifying shady scene full of despair, which makes people feel...
Feel uneasy.
Walking across the lawn to the main building of the manor, the overall structure is made of dirty white aggregate, with tall bone pillars supporting the entire building, which looks both majestic and terrifying.
“It’s a great place to live.”
Mu Cang admired the surrounding scenery and said with a smile, "It's suitable for devils to live in."
After that, he opened the door of the main building and entered the hall.
As soon as he entered, he saw the bloody furniture filling the hall that could not be described in detail in words or words.
Under the dim light cast by the overhead crystal lamp, the sofas, coffee tables, bookcases, and long tables in the hall were all very delicate, but the materials and craftsmanship used to make them... were incredibly cruel.
"Hmm..." Mu Cang looked at the furniture up and down and said casually, "These are probably made with part of the residents' own bodies."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Yes." Nailhead said slowly, "Hardworking people can reap happiness. These furniture are all made by the curse disciples who live here.
, using your own skin, blood, muscles, internal organs, bones, and brain.
By consuming and recovering at the same time, you can not only enjoy the ultimate pain of flesh and blood, but also gain comfort and comfort from hard work, killing two birds with one stone."
"It will also be accompanied by screams, right?" Mu Cang laughed.
"Music always has some notes to embellish it." Nailhead shrugged, "It's inevitable."
"So, where are these residents?" Mu Cang looked around and suddenly looked under the floor, "In the basement?"
Buzz——
As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding scene blurred for a moment, and the two of them suddenly arrived in the dark basement.
As soon as he arrived here, Mu Cang saw three unique... instruments of torture placed in this slightly narrow underground space.
There is a sulfuric acid pool with gurgling turbid bubbles, an iron coffin densely packed with movable spikes, and a pit furnace with a diameter of four to five meters that constantly makes crackling sounds.
"interesting."
Opening his mental vision, Mu Cang suddenly saw three half-human-sized pieces of twitching and trembling fuzzy flesh lying inside each of the three instruments of torture.
Yes, these three curse disciples living here have been corroded, stabbed, burned and tortured into flesh and blood, with no facial features and limbs, and they are no longer human.
Moreover, these three instruments of torture seemed to have been cast with terrible evil spells. The pain the curser lying in them would feel every minute would be tens to hundreds of times more than under normal conditions.
Of course, the painful emotions they spout wildly are hundreds, thousands or even thousands of times more than those of the 'wall builders'.
This is only on the 'quantitative' level, and it goes far beyond the 'qualitative' level.
"Psychic fluctuations..."
At this time, Mu Cang took a closer look and discovered that in fact, the flesh and blood pain caused by these three instruments of torture to the 'guests' was just the 'key' to unlock more terrible pain.
This more terrible pain comes from the spiritual level of these ‘guests’.
The evil torture tools will turn the deepest negative emotions in their souls, the most extreme thoughts, and the memory fragments they most want to forget into entities and appear in their respective spiritual realms.
From then on, the 'guests' will fall into the endless sorrow and fear created by their own thoughts and memories... and will not be able to escape.
"People's greatest pain often comes not from the body, but from the soul and memory."
Mu Cang whispered leisurely.
Nailhead Spencer, who stood aside, nodded silently, obviously agreeing with this.
Mu Cang raised his head, and his telescoping vision ignored all obstructions and looked tens of millions of kilometers above at Leviathan, which was quietly suspended outside this huge maze.
After watching from a distance for a few seconds, he suddenly smiled: "Since you like to see other people's painful memories so much, I will give you a big gift."
The real universe, the Milky Way.
In the vast void, Mu Cang (the true body), who has already eaten up the entire 60,000-light-year-long Immortal Spiral Arm, billions of stars and countless intelligent lives, is now walking in the even larger Centaur Spiral Arm.
boom--
In one second, hundreds of thousands of star systems in the vast interstellar space with a diameter of a thousand light years were instantly 'melted' into infinite light and heat under Mu Cang's will, turning into strips larger than the solar system.
The blazing river wrapped around a large number of intelligent life planets, crossed a long distance billions of times faster than the speed of light, and flew quickly into the dimensional cracks all over his body.
At this moment, Mu Cang, who was like a cosmic giant, paused slightly, and his majestic and brilliant spiritual thoughts immediately reversed their flow and quickly entered a certain three-dimensional unit cell in his body.
It was empty there, except for a star system moving slowly.
This is the solar system, a ‘commemorative ornament’ specially preserved by Mu Cang.
There is still a blue star here, but it is a replica.
An unmanned blue star that is perfectly reproduced at the level of elementary particles.
The real Blue Star and all human beings have now 'moved' to the 'prehistoric world' located inside another three-dimensional unit cell in Mu Cang's body.
But Mu Cang’s goal is not Blue Star.
But the sun.
"The First Devil - Matnu Elis."
At the blazing core of the sun, a figure like a stream of light slowly emerged.
This is the manifestation of Mu Cang's spiritual thoughts.
Set against the boundless whiteness, this ethereal incarnation of spiritual thoughts appears both illusory and majestic, fragile and majestic.
He slowly stretched out his palm, raised two fingers, pinched a black light point as fine as dust hovering in the boundless sea of light, and smiled suddenly:
"Long time no see, Elis. Well, it hasn't been that long actually. It's only been less than a month since I last placed you here...
Haha, of course, for you, sixty-eight thousand years have passed, sixty-eight thousand years of absolute sobriety, absolute loneliness, and absolute boredom."
This was just Mu Cang's murmur, and he had no intention of talking to Elis.
Because for Elis who is currently in the "torture of nothingness", even a most dirty insult is a supreme gift, enough for him to remember it for a long time, so that he can survive the extreme loneliness and despair.
boring.
"Don't talk nonsense."
Mu Cang's fingers pinching the black spots flickered, "I'll lend you my memory."
Buzz——
The black light spot trembled extremely fast, and in an instant, all the memories of Elis trapped inside the light spot, including the desperate memories of sixty-eight thousand years of nothingness, were copied by Mu Cang.
Then he let go of the black spot and disappeared into the sun.
Only Elis, who was unaware of this matter, was left in place, continuing his 'torture' of nothingness that would last for countless billions of years.
Realistic starry sky.
Mu Cang slowly came back to his senses and looked at the small ball of light in the huge palm.
This light group is the weapon used to deal with Leviathan this time - the Memory of Elis.
He didn't intend to experience the taste of this memory.
Although Mu Cang is not afraid of a mere sixty-eight thousand years of loneliness, it is completely necessary.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Don't you like pain very much? Then this paragraph has no hearing, touch, vision, taste, smell or even any sense, and you can't sleep and can't contact anyone.
Things, the sixty-eight thousand years of loneliness that cannot be broken even by being extremely awake, and the loneliness that cannot be relieved by anything imaginable...should be enough flavor."
Mu Cang smiled coldly, "No, I think it's not enough, far from enough."
After saying that, he wrapped the "Memory of Elis" layer by layer with endless light.
Suddenly, contrary to common sense, its 'volume' expanded to a million times its original size.
That is, the memory of sixty-eight billion years of despair and loneliness.
"It's equivalent to counting from the second the universe was born to being alone for 13.7 billion years until the 21st century..."
Mu Cang smiled jokingly, "...and it went back and forth five times."
Somewhere in the vast void of the fantasy realm, in the painful hell.
Mu Cang (the clone) suddenly opened his eyes, looked at the memory crystal in his palm, which was as black as the starry sky, and grinned: "Then, let's get started."
Hissssss——
His body of hatred slowly collapsed, shrinking into a ray of scarlet light.
At this time, the majestic power of hatred was also flying in all directions, sweeping the sky, entangling the crystal diamond condensed by the 'Memory of Elis', and clinging to it layer by layer.
In just a few seconds, it turned into a slightly sluggish dead soul with a blurry face.
At this moment, the scarlet light that had been hanging in the air for a long time suddenly penetrated into the eyebrows of the dead soul.
The power of hatred circulating in the surroundings worked again, creating a body from scratch, which was about thirty or forty years old, with a wretched appearance and a thin body, with blood and scars all over the body.
The next moment, the dead soul stepped towards the body and immersed itself in it.
Gudong...
Heartbeat.
The wretched middle-aged body immediately trembled.
The bones, internal organs, muscles, and skin were shaking endlessly, and even the shabby linen clothes he was wearing were trembling slightly.
"Real memories, illusory soul, broken body, I exist in the gap between the three."
Mu Cang's voice echoed faintly throughout the surroundings, "With the combination of the three, Leviathan will definitely not be able to detect it.
After he swallows up this memory of despair that contains 68 billion years of eternity, hehehehe, I don’t know what his reaction will be."
Then, a voice sounded in Spencer's ear:
"Take me to Leviathan. I want to give him a gift."
Nailhead bowed his head and responded respectfully, then raised his hand to manipulate the space, teleporting himself and the body that concealed Mu Cang's will out of this narrow basement.
Only the three magical instruments of torture were left, as well as the three miserable cursers lying in them suffering endless torture.
