There were scorching flames, torment from instruments of torture, and mental torment through illusions. Every method capable of inflicting pain on the will had been developed into countless incantations.
This system of incantations was like a compendium of torture, with the secrets of death and pain hidden within.
After reading it, even Li Qing could not help drawing a deep breath. "How terrifying. To complete this middle volume, could the founder of this True Dao have experimented on countless living beings?"
A strange look appeared in his eyes. He already knew what to do next.
He transformed the sea of death and pain gathering from all around into vast numbers of incantations!
These incantations shone with all manner of radiance, evolving into countless things that tormented the will and soul.
Flames, ice, torture, illusions, and countless others.
With him at its center, the sea of death and pain began to change, as though evolving into a world filled with endless pain.
Any living being who merely saw it would have their mind dragged into this Death Pain World, undergoing endless death and suffering, yet their will would endure forever.
Through Gu Yuntong, Li Qing controlled this seemingly illusory Death Pain World, looked toward the island deeper within, and began passing through the dense mist.
The dense mist churned violently, rolling like the tides before transforming into countless powers of death and pain.
Flames, floods, thunder, weapons-countless attacks seemed to evolve into a world that could produce nothing but pain.
The Death Pain World he had created immediately came under assault, and the two Principles tangled with each other ceaselessly.
Li Qing's gaze grew grave. Gu Yuntong's power was being compressed layer by layer, and his Death Pain World was being stripped away and destroyed from the outside.
A thought stirred