Path of Pain!

Path of Pain! Upon the Stone Table.

The second item was still a book.

The entire book was made of soft sheepskin, and on its red cover was drawn a deep-blue Vertical Eye.

Profound, cold, sinister, rigid, twisted, frenzied.

No words could describe that deep-blue Vertical Eye.

When Chen Zhixing looked at the sheepskin book, the Vertical Eye on its cover actually looked back at Chen Zhixing in an incomparably eerie way.

Beside the Vertical Eye, three ancient characters were scrawled in an extremely messy hand—Path of Pain.

Chen Zhixing's gaze narrowed slightly. Why would this book be here?

Rather than calling "Path of Pain" a book, it was more accurate to call it an evil cultivation art.

The content of this cultivation method was very simple: as long as one felt pain, one would gain power.

The deeper the pain, the greater the power one could obtain! The creator of this method could no longer be traced; even in the game "Great Cultivation" in his previous life, there had never been any explanation for the origin of this cultivation method.

However, in his previous life, many players of "Great Cultivation" had guessed on their own that the creator of this cultivation method was very likely that Primordial Ancient Serpent of the Ancient Era, also known as the World-Entwining Serpent, the Snakes of Pain, and the Undying Serpent.

Chen Zhixing approved of this guess.

Because the cultivation gained from practicing this method was like rootless duckweed; there was no need to cultivate, no need to breathe and absorb qi.

The power came as though born from thin air.

In Chen Zhixing's view, only the power of believing in an evil god could accomplish all of this.

This cultivation method looked very simple to practice, but only Chen Zhixing knew just how terrifying it truly was.

If Chen Zhixing remembered correctly, in the early story background of "Great Cultivation," there had been a man named Ah Liang who once practiced this method.

At the very beginning, Ah Liang's pain was easy to satisfy.

The simplest self-mutilation could bring him pain.

But people grew numb.

As self-mutilation was repeated, the sensation of pain would produce a marginal diminishing effect.

Until in the end, ordinary self-mutilation could no longer bring Ah Liang the slightest satisfaction.

Then.

He cut off his own ears, dug out his own eyes, and shaved his own nose flat.

He crushed his own bones inch by inch, then, under the almost undying recovery ability of the Path of Pain, they grew back once more, and then the cycle began again, repeating without end.

Severing fingers and drawing out bones!

Digging out eyes and cutting off the tongue!

Severing all four limbs, shattering the spine! Flaying! Death by a thousand cuts! Dismemberment by chariots! Skull-crushing! Planting poisonous gu inside his body, allowing venomous insects to gnaw at his flesh and blood every day! Almost every great terror and torture in the world, he used upon himself!

However, with the marginal diminishing effect, when these tortures could no longer make him feel pain.

He shifted his gaze from physical pain to psychological pain.

Ah Liang killed his father and killed his mother. The more he cared about someone, the more miserable their death at his hands, the more pain he felt! He watched with his own eyes as a fire burned his parents into ashes.

His parents wailed in agony amid the inferno, like dying maggots, constantly writhing their bodies.

Ah Liang wept and laughed wildly, laughing until his liver and gallbladder seemed about to split, weeping until the pain pierced his heart and bones.

At that moment, he understood in his heart.

On his road of cultivation, there were no longer any obstacles or fetters! He once again obtained the mighty power of heaven and earth!

In the end, when there was no one left around him to kill.

Ah Liang sealed away his memories, married a gentle and kind woman among the common world, and had children with her.

For a full ten years, Ah Liang and that Gentle Woman lived a life where the man plowed and the woman wove, the wife assisted her husband and taught the children.

In those ten years, he experienced happiness he had never had before.

His wife was virtuous, gentle, and cultured, and loved him very much.

His child was clever and lively; every time the child tottered toward him, babbling and calling him father, he felt that he was the happiest person in the world.

Therefore.

He boiled his wife and child alive into a great pot of meat.

At that moment.

His pain was like being sliced by a thousand knives, so painful that even his soul was about to tear apart.

And at that moment, his cultivation entered the realm of the Absolute Peak.

His thoughts gradually drew back.

Chen Zhixing came back to his senses and silently looked at the evil book "Path of Pain" before him.

That sinister, frenzied Vertical Eye was likewise staring at him coldly.

This cultivation method was certainly powerful, but Chen Zhixing had no intention of cultivating it.

He did not want to worship an evil god, then end up turning into some monster neither human nor ghost.

But Chen Zhixing was equally unwilling to leave it here for someone else.

The next moment.

With a wave of his right hand, he put the method into his sleeve.

Then Chen Zhixing looked at the third item on the Stone Table.

It was a deathly pale mask.

At the center of the mask's brow, a blood-red "ten" had been carved!

"White Ten Mask?"

Chen Zhixing reached out and picked up the mask. It felt ice-cold to the touch, and wisps of invisible aura cut off all probes from his Divine Sense.

"This thing is rather good."

Chen Zhixing's eyes lit up. This mask had been forged from Death Spirit Stone and could block any prying Divine Sense.

In the future, if there were certain matters where it was inconvenient for him to act openly, he could wear this mask to make things easier.

The next moment.

"There are still five days left, so there's no need to be too anxious."

Chen Zhixing sat down cross-legged, took out the scroll of "Nine Gods Method" in his hand, and began to read it carefully.

In the blink of an eye.

Four days passed.

In Ziwei's Chen Clan's Trial Land, as the trial entered its final stage, things grew increasingly intense.

On the surface of a lake.

Chen Zhaosheng stood on the water, his face cold and indifferent.

Around him, a full eight Chen Clan disciples in the Void Transformation Realm surrounded him layer upon layer, sealing off his paths of retreat.

"Chen Zhaosheng, hand over the Bracelets, and we'll let you keep some dignity!"

"That's right. You alone have taken up too many Bracelets. Acting like this, could it be that you want to eliminate all of us?"

"Eldest Young Master, I only need one Bracelet. I'll leave as soon as I have it!"

"Eldest Young Master, with the eight of us joining hands, even you shouldn't be our match, right?"

One Chen Clan disciple after another, all nearly twenty years old, shouted in succession.

Chen Zhaosheng clasped his hands behind his back and said expressionlessly, "No matter how many ants there are, how could they bite an elephant to death?"

As soon as those words fell, the expressions of these eight Chen Clan disciples, each much older than Chen Zhaosheng, changed one after another as they shouted:

"Stubborn fool!"

"Eldest Young Master, don't blame us today for bullying the small with the big!"

"Eldest Young Master, forgive us for today!"

"Move!"

"Go!!"

In an instant, the eight Chen Clan disciples stamped their feet and charged toward Chen Zhaosheng at the same time.

"Clay chickens and pottery dogs."

Contempt showed in Chen Zhaosheng's eyes, and an aura of the Profound Clarity Realm instantly erupted outward with him at its center! A storm suddenly rose!

The entire lake exploded with a boom!

On the splashing, glittering surface of the water, the scene of Chen Zhaosheng clashing with the eight was reflected!

Boom—!!! One King Marking after another spread from Chen Zhaosheng's back, instantly covering his entire body.

Chen Zhaosheng's black hair danced wildly, and divine light surged in his eyes. He was like a divine son of the Nine Heavens descending; with one glance, he seemed more god than man.

Bang bang bang! Light and shadow crisscrossed, figures soaring and shifting! It took only the time for half an incense stick to burn.

The lake returned to calm.

The eight Chen Clan disciples lay unconscious on the lake's surface, rising and falling with the water.

Chen Zhaosheng's black hair hung down as he stood alone upon the water.

He raised his head and looked into the distance, a scorching heat flashing through his eyes.

"My dear little brother, where exactly are you!"

"How much longer are you going to hide from me?"

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