Wu Heng stood amid the stars, using two planets as his body and gray snowflakes as connective links, forming a giant in a state halfway between tangible and intangible.
His gaze drifted through space.
This was an entirely different experience from his previous energy-based form.
Back then, it had at most been an expansion of consciousness, dispersing energy until it became sufficiently vast, like a spread-out signal. It looked intimidating, but that was all it was; its growth in power remained limited.
But his current state was a real, physical body.
This was his true form!
The hell characterized by "fear" was no longer an inert thing built somewhere and dependent on a world.
Instead, it existed within Wu Heng's body. His body itself was a world for it to depend upon.
Even if that world was small—only about the size of Earth and the Moon—it was a real world, enough for a Fear Hell of equal size to attach itself to.
Like a potted plant.
If hell were compared to a small tree, then Wu Heng had previously been like a seed. The extension of its branches was the extension of his hell, but the seed, Blood Floss Hell, had taken root in the world of Hellraiser.
That left him in a very passive position. Although he received great enhancements whenever he was in hell, such opportunities were limited to story worlds.
For Wu Heng, who needed to travel through the Land of Absurdity and story worlds, this was undoubtedly a waste.
But now, he had turned himself into a flowerpot.
With hell existing within him, wherever he went, this "flowerpot" and the "hell tree" within it would be carried there together.
He could receive hell's blessings at all times.
This sacrificial ritual used those evil gods and the