Old World—Surface Layer
A vast expanse of quicksand suddenly emerged in some desert region. Three "monks" wrapped in scarlet robes of suffering stepped out from the center.
Conical masks embedded with thorns covered their heads.
Their backs were laden with iron hooks and chains. The other ends of the chains were connected to enormous stone tablets, upon which their memorable experiences of suffering had been engraved.
Their palms had been evenly torn open and fixed in place with iron nails. The blood vessels and nerves arranged between their palms formed a geometric pattern. Though it was merely two-dimensional, one could still glimpse a Flesh Cube within their palms.
Although the three had similar appearances, the one walking at the front was clearly different.
Judging by her build, she appeared to be a woman. Thorns coiled around the surface of the stone tablet dragging behind her, and a painful experience had been carved into it in red characters, representing a miracle of suffering brought about by her.
Thorn Flower Sea
Under her lead, the three dragged their stone tablets and soon arrived at the location where Duke's sedan chair was.
They had not expected the source of the sensation to point to this Old World Merchant either. The torn faces hidden beneath the monks' masks began to tremble.
The woman at the head stepped forward and stopped before the sedan chair.
Out of respect,
she gripped the conical mask with both hands and forcibly tore it off!
Crack, crack~ The sounds of flesh being tugged and bones grinding rang out.
The barbs of the thorns inside the mask completely tore open her skull. The blood splashing out was absorbed by her monk's robe and recycled.
The mangled head immediately underwent Super Rapid Regeneration. This was an innate ability of the monks,