Chapter 131 - 130: Unwilling, Unyielding

Chapter 131 - 130: Unwilling, Unyielding

"The second layer is called &#%&$#%@&§¿~ฯ&@%$#@&%$&&..." Ming Shufeng explained.

From his perspective, he felt unable to comprehend a single syllable spoken by Ming Shufeng. It was like an foreign language distorted through a blender, making it further unintelligible. Confused, Wei Wuyin wanted to probe into her actions.

Then, without an ounce of warning, Wei Wuyin’s right arm glowed.

Wei Wuyin’s world started to abruptly swirl endlessly. His sense of balance and self was tumbling as his mind chaotically throbbed with intense, dreadful pain of untold levels!

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Everything stopped.

"GAHHHH!" For the first time in Wei Wuyin’s life, he horrifically wailed as his head snapped back with blinding speed. The veins and arteries on his neck, arm, and legs bulged unnaturally and wads and lines of spit spat out from his mouth.

Thud!

His knees hit the ground as he clutched at his head with both hands. As he continued to ceaselessly scream, he could see Ming Shufeng’s body was paused as if frozen in time.

"What the hell is this?! GAHHHH!!" It was like his entire body was being crushed, burned, minced, and stabbed alongside his mind all at once. He was immensely horrified by this ungodly sensation of pain, nearly feeling as if his life and soul was going to abruptly vanish into nothingness.

Zsssm!

From his right arm, the physical manifestation of his Bloodline of Sin started to drone with an odd noise that pricked the senses. It faintly glowed with dark crimson light.

There was no explanation. There was no further guidance. Wei Wuyin merely suffered this torture for seventeen seconds. An entire seventeen seconds of hellish pain that could make gods and ghosts wail. His mind neared on the verge of complete and total collapse.

It was such a difficult thing to describe what he felt, but the most accurate depiction was having ten thousand ten inches needles stabbing repeatedly in your brain, your entire body being roasted by the sun, your body distorted, twisted, and crushed by the hands of gods, kneaded to their delight, while being rip apart by every last cell.

All the while, your sense of pain was amplified by three thousand times that of an average person. It was unforgettable. It was unimaginable.

Those seventeen seconds.

When they ended, he felt his consciousness teeter on the absolute line of eternal death. Oh how sweet felt to be near, how tortuous it was to be unable to jump into its embrace. These were his thoughts. Suicidal, driven by immense pain that could barely be conceived.

Was it soul-based?

Was it all a part of his imagination?

Regardless of what, it felt as real as breathing.

"...And that’s all eighteen layers. Are you satisfied?" Ming Shufeng said with a faint pout. While she remained mostly calm, she always felt unnerved recalling details of Hell. While it was a construct to punish sinners, and her as an oracle can avoid sin, she still shivered at all the unique and devious means the Heavenly Daos possessed. Every last one was torture beyond description, and only those who lacked emotions, sense of self, self-preservation instincts, memories, thoughts, beliefs, desires, and various other natural human qualities would be able to ignore them.

She was not one of them.

Wei Wuyin’s pupils trembled without end. He lifted his gaze and realized that his actions of screaming, wailing, unable to even beg for it all to stop, for death to come, was unnoticed by Ming Shufeng. In fact, she had continued to explain the eighteen layers of hell in its entirety.

"..." He was silent for a while. There was a desire within his heart that swelled up, a desire to return to his mother’s embrace. A desire to just hide behind his brother as he once did as a child. A desire to be protected and feel the warmth and love of humanity.

It was so intense that his eyes became wet and tears nearly fell. All those repressed memories nearly swallowed him up as those things he lost before was now seeking to claim his thoughts.

"...what?" Ming Shufeng was truly confused.

Earlier, her explanation was different than her last one, so the words came out different. He hadn’t caught the unintelligible mess last time due to dwelling in that horrid experience earlier, but this time, he heard every last bit.

"Again! The same! I order you!" At this point, he was screaming and shouting like a madman, but he didn’t care.

Ming Shufeng jumped at his aggression, but listened to his words. After all, if she didn’t follow his orders exactly, her spirit would collapse. She couldn’t let that happen.

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"&$&@&%&¿¡ฯ%!#@..."

"&$&@&%&¿¡ฯ%!#@..."

For the entire day, Ming Shufeng repeated those words over and over, and each time, Wei Wuyin experienced hell itself within his everything, but he clenched his teeth, balled up his fist, and continued with open ears.

After the 100th time, he asked her to explain using different words. Then, after another hundred, another set of different words. While Ming Shufeng likely felt that he was just torturing her, his actions had meaning.

A very purposeful meaning.

Language was a mysterious thing. There was no language without order or sense. An idea, a concept, a thing, a continuation, various languages incorporated these concepts in the form of detail. Everything has a meaning but deciphering that meaning was difficult. Halfway through, he tried to see if Ming Shufeng could display her words with hand movements, but those hands were distorted and contorted from his sight.

However, he could still make out something.

A pattern.

Regardless if it was the distortion or contorted sense of sight or hearing, one thing remained constant: the contorted and distorted changes. An unfathomable power was changing them, but it was mechanical and inflexible. It changed them all the same way. After all, she was still speaking his language, just changed.

Trying to work your way through that was a near impossible feat. After all, what was unintelligible would still be unintelligible unless you could confirm at least what something meant.

And he did.

It took numerous tries and the pain of experiencing a form of torture that could make the harshest interrogators seem like children, but he did!

It felt like decrypting the most difficult puzzles with merely the instructions from white noise, all while being tortured endlessly to prevent focus and concentration. Yet, in the end, he determined just a few things.

When the day was over, Ming Shufeng felt her binding oath get removed from her spirit. Earlier, she couldn’t escape after being locked by this Spirit Oath, but now she had regained her freedom. Her bright eyes looked towards Wei Wuyin before she bit her lips slightly. In a flash, she withdrew a crystal from her storage ring and crushed it.

Her figure warped and vanished in the blink of an eye.

Wei Wuyin didn’t stop her. While he could’ve stopped her even in his chaotic state, this was essentially letting her go; her usefulness was over. In truth, he owed her, so his previous desires for revenge was mostly abolished. In the future, when he looks back on this moment, he might even be thankful.

He sat down in contemplation. While his muscles twitched at times, his vision went blurry, and his consciousness would fade in and out erratically, his thoughts remained clear and calculating.

He focused the majority of his attention on the early portions of Ming Shufeng’s explanation. While he used the middle and latter portions to help his deciphering, it wasn’t focused on.

In it, he merely was capable of determining with greater certainty than others one sentence. It may not be entirely correct, but that’s all he had to rely on.

"Second...survive in darkness, life passes."

This was it.

But...to him, it was enough.