It was as though he had fallen into an icy lake in an instant.
Amid the suffocation of a world spinning, he lost all sensation. It seemed like an instant, yet also as though he didn't know how long had passed.
When Lian Cheng raised his head again from his daze, he saw a dim, faded world—a world where everything lay shattered.
The sky was covered in pustules, while measles emerged across the earth.
In the heavens, the sun grinned viciously and the moon wailed. They kissed, gnawed, and bit each other high above, generously spilling blood that turned into cascading torrents flooding the mortal world.
Where it fell upon him, clumps of mushrooms grew. The mushrooms melted and became viscous blood. Bubbles rose through the blood, grew out of rotting flesh, and burst, whereupon human faces emerged one after another. They surrounded him, weeping and laughing wildly, rising and falling like drifting clouds.
Within the poison of the Undying Disease, Mad Slaughter's malice ran rampant.
Within the flesh that could not die, bony branches and fascia that attacked one another grew forth, trying to kill him. And he, in turn, tried to kill another part of himself.
When the final barrier broke and the Supreme Lord's aura emerged from within, the three became like a vortex, beginning an endless slaughter, contest, and struggle.
With his body as the battlefield.
The end of infinite change, the terminus of infinite life, the source of infinite conflict...
The three intertwined like a kaleidoscope, scattering brilliantly nauseating phantom light, making people sink uncontrollably into endless illusions and pain, dying, reviving, and suffering relentless ravaging and torment.
He howled, cried out, and screamed shrilly.
Whenever he opened his mouth and vomited violently, broken, archaic sword blades came pouring out by the handful. More white