Yi Chen, kneeling in the Black Seawater, also caught the scent of blood that should never have been present here. Even a bloody radiance seeped into the corners of his eyes.
Such deep crimson had already touched the realm of death and was capable of posing an absolute threat to Yi Chen.
Yet Yi Chen's devout prostration did not stop because of it. He continued kowtowing without pause. That utterly pure focus caused darkness to slowly rise and completely envelop the wooden boat where Yi Chen knelt.
Perhaps it had sensed Yi Chen's devotion,
or perhaps the God of Death, who disdained cultivating believers, had also sensed the threat from the crimson and was unwilling to let his sole believer die just like that.
In the blink of an eye,
Yi Chen seemed to return to the scene of when he had first seen the statue of the god.
At the time, six-year-old Yi Chen had been tortured until he was half-dead because of his repeated escapes and the serious injuries he had inflicted on the staff.
Director Cao happened to be away on a business trip, and the staff who had long been displeased with Yi Chen used even more extreme methods to abuse him. After ensuring in the infirmary that he would not die outright, they threw him into the little dark room.
But they had overlooked one thing.
Although Yi Chen's condition would not kill him immediately, without nutritional meals from the orphanage cafeteria or proper rest, it would only worsen.
This ordeal lasted an entire month.
In an environment of absolute darkness, Yi Chen died bit by bit every day.
His sense of time had long since blurred. He even vaguely saw classmates who had already died, saw the fantasies of the outside world in his