Miracle Beneath the Mist

"I'm dying! I'm dying! It hurts!!!"

Lin Xiaotian cried out in agony, his throat nearly tearing apart from his roar.

But he could no longer care about anything else. This kind of pain was simply not something a human being could endure.

"Shut up!"

"Endure it!"

A cold, ruthless voice came from above, carrying a blood-soaked chill.

Lin Xiaotian desperately endured it, but the pain was so intense that he could not stop himself from wanting to scream again.

This was simply beyond the control of willpower.

What rotten luck. I just transmigrated here—am I going to die again already?

Lin Xiaotian was deeply unwilling, forcing himself to suppress his screams with tremendous willpower.

Yet the unnatural trembling and shuddering of his whole body still produced creaking sounds.

Clang! A blade left its sheath.

Lin Xiaotian shuddered and forcibly calmed himself down.

This was not his previous life. This truly was a world where people killed without batting an eye.

At the instant the blade rang out, he sensed the blood-soaked Baleful Intent emanating from it.

Even though he had never cultivated any martial arts, he knew this person had to be a demon who killed without blinking.

"I am about to die. This place is a stroke of fortune. If your blessings are deep enough, you will surely come out alive."

Lin Xiaotian nearly cursed out all eighteen generations of the man's ancestors.

Fortunately, he knew now was absolutely not the time to speak.

Just thinking about it made him feel cursed by rotten luck.

He had only just transmigrated into this body and had not even figured out what was going on when he encountered this man, who had put a blade to his throat and brought him here.

This man had even said that this was a land of blessings, and that anyone without sufficient fortune would only be delivering themselves to death by coming here.

At the time, Lin Xiaotian had stared at the crack before him, barely one person long and half a body wide, with his heart pounding. Surely the man was not going to make him jump in?

Yet whatever he feared came true.

The man really did make him jump.

Mist churned endlessly within the fissure. Though thin, it was so strange that one could not see what lay below.

He could only vaguely sense that beneath it was a bottomless abyss, like a demon that corroded people.

"Below is your blessing."

The man's voice was faint yet icy, leaving no room for doubt.

"Blessing? It looks more like a swamp that can melt a human body."

Hearing Lin Xiaotian's question, the man surprisingly did not refute him. Instead, he nodded as though it were only natural.

"You could put it that way."

"For those without blessings, it is a natural place of release."

"They will be broken down by this mist, becoming nourishment for this place as they wait for those with blessings to arrive."

Lin Xiaotian's face had turned green when he heard that. Clinging to a shred of hope, he asked, "Is this mist a blessing to you? No, at least it won't hurt you, right?"

The man cast him a cold glance and continued indifferently.

"Of course not. If I could remain unharmed, what would I need you for?"

Ah!

Lin Xiaotian panicked. How was this a blessing? He was being sent to his death. But why had the man chosen him of all people? His luck was rotten beyond measure.

"There should be someone here who won't be harmed, right?" Lin Xiaotian asked unwillingly.

The man's voice came from above.

"No one here can. At least in this stretch of heaven and earth, there is no one who can remain unharmed."

Lin Xiaotian felt as though he had fallen into an abyss, his heart turning completely cold.

No matter how hard he thought about it, he could not understand why, the moment he arrived in this world, he had encountered such a heaven-collapsing beginning.

But no matter how unwilling he was, he could not ignore the difference in strength between them.

When this man had brought him here, he had leaped across roofs and walls, stepping over branches as he traveled.

Lin Xiaotian did not believe this body, which had never cultivated martial arts, could turn the tables.

Just as he was feeling both unwilling and helpless, the man kicked without hesitation, sending him straight into the fissure.

The mist instantly engulfed him, and he felt as though his entire body had been submerged in an acidic solution.

The pain of being corroded made him cry out despite himself.

That was what had led to the man's rebuke.

Fortunately, the sense of mortal danger had made him instinctively seize the earth outside the fissure with his hands.

Otherwise, he would already have fallen into the endless abyss below.

"Bleurgh..."

The man suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood. The blood was purple.

"It seems I can no longer suppress it."

The man's voice remained calm. Looking at the purple blood, he seemed utterly unmoved.

Lin Xiaotian was now certain that the man had not lied when he said his days were numbered.

But why would a dying man drag him here before death, even traveling for nearly two days, just to have someone accompany him to the grave?

The more he thought about it, the less sense it made.

"You still haven't died! It seems you truly are someone blessed by fortune."

Lin Xiaotian was stunned as well.

That was right! He only felt the pain of corrosion. Why had he not died yet? This was not normal!

While he was lost in thought, the man seemed to recall something and stepped on the hands clinging to the edge.

Lin Xiaotian's eyes went wide. The man truly was leaving him no chance of survival!

If only his lower body was corroded away, he might still survive for a while through sheer willpower.

But if he fell all the way down, then death would be inevitable.

Unless a miracle occurred!

Bang!

His hands were heavily stomped on.

It was like being struck by a massive boulder.

His grip loosened, and he fell.

Just as his head was about to sink into the mist, the man's indifferent voice drifted down.

"If you survive, keep an eye on that sister of yours. She has schemes."

Whoosh—

The world before his eyes was instantly shrouded in mist.

He only felt his body falling endlessly, while the corrosive sensation never ceased for even a moment.

Without the pressure of that man's cold blade intent, he could no longer suppress the pain at this moment—and did not want to suppress it anymore.

He only felt his entire body rapidly dissolving, spreading upward from below.

It eventually passed his neck and moved toward his face.

The scorching heat and melting sensation climbed higher and higher.

He finally understood what it meant to be better off dead than alive.

He wished he could simply die at this moment. That would be true release.

"Why am I still not dead?! Let me die! It hurts too much, damn it! It hurts me to death!"

Bang!

It seemed he had crashed into something, but he could no longer care about anything.

Even if he had crashed into some evil ghost from a horror film, he would not be afraid now. He only begged for it to grant him a swift death.

He did not know how long the pain lasted.

Just as even his will was about to go numb, a fierce current of warmth suddenly flowed through his body, and a different sensation flashed through his heart.

"This... I'm not dead!"

Lin Xiaotian opened his eyes.

A faint bloody glow radiated from around his body.

The bloody glow isolated the thin mist outside.

"Did this layer of bloody light save me? No, that can't be right! This body is only that of an ordinary mortal. How could it possess a bloody glow?"

"Wait, something's wrong!"

Lin Xiaotian's eyes suddenly widened.

He sensed that the blood energy flowing within his body was somewhat different.

That blood energy appeared to flow steadily and ordinarily, but within it surged like rivers and seas, rapidly circulating.

And with every circulation, it released an invisible pull that absorbed the mist outside.

As for the bloody glow around his body—

Lin Xiaotian was a little speechless and wanted to cover his face.

That was simply the waste blood and foul air expelled from his body after it absorbed the mist.

He looked at his intact body, felt the blood energy growing fuller and denser, then recalled the man's words.

"Could it be that this body's sister is not an ordinary mortal either? Otherwise, why would he say she has schemes?"

"And this body's blood energy is clearly extraordinary now, yet the body itself has not grown stronger. How strange."

Lin Xiaotian muttered inwardly, but a smile appeared on his face.

After all, no one wanted to die.

"Ha, it really is a miracle. I didn't die!"