Why Is It You?

Torture! This is blatant torture!

Xingtian felt like he was going crazy.

At this moment, the mysterious space seemed to have truly transformed into Grand Supreme Elder Lord's Eight Trigrams Furnace.

And he himself was Sun Wukong caught in the middle of it all.

However, compared to Sun Wukong, Xingtian's fate was many times worse.

Elder Lord's Eight Trigrams Furnace used only the Six Ding Divine Fire to burn the monkey.

How much can be achieved at even higher temperatures?

Million?

Tens of millions?

Definitely not!

Meanwhile, Xingtian was enduring temperatures of over a billion degrees Celsius.

The difference between the two is obvious.

Even more critically, Xingtian not only had to endure these extreme high and low temperatures, but also the alternation of high and low pressure.

In addition, there are spatial forces, temporal forces, and various strange force fields.

Xingtian felt as if he were a piece of useless scrap metal, ruthlessly thrown into a cruel factory.

They are suffering endless torment and devastation.

In this factory, he went through all sorts of painful experiences.

One moment it's being forged into sparks, the next it's being corroded beyond recognition, then it's being squeezed out of shape, and then it's being molded into a hideous form.

During this process, the iron block gradually loses its original mechanical properties, becoming brittle and powerless.

All this torment and devastation was reflected in Xingtian's strength.

His power gradually declined, like a star gradually going out, losing its former glory and brilliance.

The dragon has never shown itself.

Xingtian guessed that the opponent's target was not the Eternal Flame at all.

It's just self-torture.

Although he had no grudge against the dragon, he couldn't understand why it would act this way.

But isn't that just how the world is?

The weak can only eke out a living under the feet of the strong.

To the strong, the weak are like flies.

They are powerless against the strong and can only be manipulated by them.

Their fate is like a candle flame flickering in the wind, which could be extinguished by the stronger at any moment.

The power and strength of the strong allow them to do whatever they want to the weak, to cruelly exploit them, and to make them wish they were dead.

The world is so cruel, so are mortals, so are cultivators, so are immortals, and even the Immortal Emperor.

Even when one's strength reaches a certain level, one will find that the Supreme Powerhouse are no exception!

Time slowly passed as Xingtian was tormented.

Of course, Xingtian was right.

The force of time does indeed exist among the many force fields in space.

This resulted in time flowing exceptionally fast in Xingtian's body.

Although only a year had passed in the outside world, Xingtian had been tormented for more than a hundred years.

I can't take it anymore!

Xingtian felt he truly couldn't take it anymore!

At this moment, his battered body, like a torn rag doll, lay helplessly in the center of the strange space, like a walking corpse.

Every inch of his skin was being torn apart by various force fields in the space, as if thousands of sharp blades were cutting into his body at the same time.

His blood had long since congealed, and his muscles had necrotized. He lay there lifeless, like a dead dog, like a walking corpse.

However, what Xingtian found most unbearable was not the physical pain, but the inescapable despair.

He was trapped in this confined space, like a lion imprisoned in an iron cage, unable to escape no matter how much he struggled.

His soul had been consumed by despair, beyond the physical pain.

The feeling was like being locked in a dark room, waiting for the moment of execution.

Every minute and every second felt like an eternity, and he could only helplessly await his death.

The despair in my heart has long surpassed the physical pain.

Death, ironically, became a kind of liberation.

Regarding my current situation.

Xingtian suddenly remembered a saying from his previous life.

If someone commits a heinous crime, they will be Curse and cast into the eighteenth level of hell after death, never to be reincarnated.

Now it seems that Xingtian's situation is exactly like this.

The torture methods used in this special space are in no way inferior to those in the eighteen levels of hell.

Because of the special nature of this space, Xingtian can never be reborn.

Doesn't this perfectly correspond to being cast into hell, never to be reborn?

Whenever he thought of this, Xingtian became even more desperate.

Even under this torment, Xingtian subconsciously began to reflect on his life.

Recalling what he did after being created by the Original Self.

Is he truly guilty of heinous crimes?

He endured the torment while silently pondering.

But as he thought about it, Xingtian suddenly laughed.

"Hahaha, great tactic! Enough with physical torture, now it's time for mental attacks?"

It turns out that Xingtian's introspection was not voluntary, but rather influenced by this mysterious space once again.

Another spiritual force entered the space, and began to work in conjunction with the other force fields to torment Xingtian even more intensely.

But at this moment, a strange excitement shone in Xingtian's eyes!

"Come on, keep going! If you've got the guts, kill me!"

At this moment, Xingtian seemed to have gone mad.

His eyes were bloodshot, like burning flames, radiating endless anger and hatred.

Unfortunately, his powerful body was tortured beyond recognition, which made his resistance seem so futile.

But Xingtian felt that his aura was stronger than ever before.

He stopped fighting against the various forces in the space and instead began to yield to them.

Even though these forces were constantly damaging his body, Xingtian was still focused on experiencing them.

He began to enjoy the process and explore his own limits.

For a moment, he even found the various torments in the space quite interesting.

It gave him a strong urge to become addicted to it.

But just when he was finally finding enjoyment, everything suddenly came to an end.

The space returned to calm!

All the forces vanished as if they had never existed.

At the same time, a familiar force quickly enveloped Xingtian.

It was the same power that the Supreme Powerhouse dragon had previously supplied to Xingtian to keep him alive.

This time, however, the quantity was exceptionally abundant.

A large mass of energy instantly enveloped Xingtian completely.

From the outside, Xingtian looks like a dilapidated ancient painting, not only suffering from the ravages of history but also ravaged beyond recognition by various accidents.

But when he was enveloped by that energy, everything changed.

The energy began to slowly repair Xingtian's body.

The feeling was like returning to the state of a fetus, so peaceful and secure in the mother's womb.

As his energy dwindled, Xingtian finally recovered.

This energy did not restore Xingtian to his peak strength.

But it healed all of Xingtian's wounds.

Just as that energy was completely absorbed, a slight fluctuation appeared in the space again.

An opening appeared instantly.

Xingtian rushed over without thinking.

But a familiar figure blocked his way.

"How could it be you? The Original Self?"