LIGHTNOVELONLINE Chapter 46: Path of Pain!
Chapter 46: Path of Pain!
On the stone table.
The second item was still a book.
The entire book was made of soft sheepskin. On its red cover, there was a deep blue vertical eye drawn.
Deep, cold, malevolent, rigid, twisted, insane.
No words could describe this deep blue vertical eye.
As Chen Zhixing looked at this sheepskin book, the eye on the cover eerily looked back at him.
Beside the eye were three hastily written ancient characters—Path of Pain.
Chen Zhixing's gaze focused slightly. How did this book end up here?
Path of Pain, rather than being called a book, was more accurately an evil technique.
The cultivation method of this technique was straightforward: as long as one felt pain, they would gain power.
The deeper the pain, the greater the power!
The creator of this technique is unknown. Even in the game Great Cultivation in his previous life, the origin of this technique was never explained.
However, many players in the previous life speculated that the creator of this technique was likely the ancient Primordial Serpent, also known as the World-Encircling Serpent, the Serpent of Pain, the Immortal Serpent.
Chen Zhixing agreed with this speculation.
Because the cultivation of this technique felt like rootless duckweed, requiring no actual cultivation, no breathing techniques.
The power seemed to appear out of thin air.
In Chen Zhixing's view, only the power of an evil god could accomplish such a feat.
This technique may seem simple to cultivate, but only Chen Zhixing knew how terrifying it truly was.
If he remembered correctly, in the early story of Great Cultivation, there was a man named A Liang who practiced this technique.
At first, A Liang's pain was easily satisfied.
Simple self-mutilation could bring him pain.
But humans grow numb.
As he repeated the self-mutilation, the pain began to diminish.
In the end, ordinary self-mutilation could no longer satisfy A Liang.
Then,
He cut off his own ears, gouged out his eyes, and flattened his nose.
He crushed his bones inch by inch, and with the Path of Pain’s near-immortal recovery ability, they regrew, and he repeated the cycle over and over.
Breaking fingers, removing bones!
Gouging out eyes, cutting off tongues!
Severing limbs, crushing spines!
Skinning! Dismembering! Quartering! Smashing skulls!
Planting poisonous insects in his body, allowing them to gnaw on his flesh and blood daily!
He subjected himself to almost every imaginable form of horrific torture!
However, as the diminishing pain effect continued, when these tortures no longer caused him pain,
He shifted his focus from physical pain to psychological pain.
A Liang killed his father and mother. The more he cared for someone, the more miserable their death, the more pain he felt!
He watched as a fire burned his parents to ashes.
His parents wailed in agony in the flames, writhing like dying maggots.
A Liang cried and laughed simultaneously, laughing until his guts twisted, crying until his heart broke.
At that moment, he knew.
There were no more obstacles on his path to cultivation!
He once again gained immense power!
In the end, when there was no one left to kill,
A Liang sealed his memories, married a gentle and kind woman in the mortal world, and had children.
For ten years, A Liang and the gentle woman lived a simple life of farming and raising their children.
During these ten years, he experienced unprecedented happiness.
His wife was virtuous and loving, deeply devoted to him.
His child was bright and adorable, and whenever the child toddled towards him, calling him “father,” he felt like the happiest man in the world.
Thus,
He cooked his wife and child alive into a pot of stew.
At that moment,
He felt a pain as if being sliced by a thousand knives, a pain so deep it tore his soul apart.
And at that moment, his cultivation reached its absolute peak.
As his thoughts slowly settled,
Chen Zhixing returned to his senses, silently staring at the evil book Path of Pain before him.
The malevolent, chaotic eye also stared back at him coldly.
This technique was undoubtedly powerful, but Chen Zhixing had no intention of practicing it.
He didn’t want to worship an evil god and end up becoming a monster neither human nor ghost.
But leaving it here for someone else to find wasn’t something Chen Zhixing wanted either.
In the next moment,
He waved his right hand, storing the book in his sleeve.
Then, Chen Zhixing looked at the third item on the stone table.
It was a pale mask.
At the center of the mask's forehead, a crimson ‘十’ symbol was engraved!
“The White Ten Mask?”
Chen Zhixing reached out and picked up the mask. It felt cold to the touch, and an invisible aura blocked all of his spiritual senses.
“This is indeed a good item.”
Chen Zhixing's eyes lit up. This mask was made of Death Stone, capable of blocking any spiritual probing.
If he ever needed to act discreetly in the future, he could wear this mask to facilitate his actions.
The next moment,
“There are still five days left, so there’s no need to rush.”
Chen Zhixing sat cross-legged, taking out the Nine Gods Technique and began to read it seriously.
In the blink of an eye,
Four days passed.
In the Chen Family’s trial grounds, as the trial neared its end, the competition grew more intense.
On the surface of a lake.
Chen Zhaosheng stood on the water, his expression cold.
Around him, eight Chen family disciples in the Illusory Transformation Realm surrounded him, blocking any escape routes.
“Chen Zhaosheng, hand over the wristbands, and we’ll give you a dignified exit!”
“That’s right, you’re hoarding too many wristbands. Are you planning to eliminate us all?”
“First Young Master, I only need one wristband, then I’ll leave!”
“First Young Master, even you may not be able to handle the eight of us together, right?”
One by one, the Chen family disciples, all around twenty years old, shouted.
Chen Zhaosheng stood with his hands behind his back, expressionless:
“Ants, no matter how many, can’t bite an elephant to death.”
As soon as he said this, the faces of the eight disciples, all older than Chen Zhaosheng, changed, shouting:
“Stubborn!”
“First Young Master, don’t blame us for bullying the young today!”
“First Young Master, forgive us for what we must do today!”
“Attack!”
“Charge!!”
In an instant, the eight Chen family disciples stepped forward, charging at Chen Zhaosheng.
“Pathetic.”
Chen Zhaosheng’s eyes flashed with contempt, and an aura of the Perfected Realm erupted from him!
The wind surged!
The lake water exploded with a roar!
The splashing, shimmering water reflected the scene of Chen Zhaosheng battling the eight.
Boom——!!!
A series of regal patterns spread from Chen Zhaosheng’s back, instantly covering his entire body.
Chen Zhaosheng's black hair flew wildly, his eyes glowing with divine light, like a god descended from the heavens, looking more divine than human.
Bang, bang, bang!
Light and shadows intertwined, movements fast and fluid!
In just half an incense stick’s time,
The lake returned to calm.
Eight Chen family disciples floated unconscious on the water, bobbing with the waves.
Chen Zhaosheng’s black hair fell, and he stood alone on the water.
He lifted his head, his gaze looking into the distance, a flash of heat in his eyes.
“My dear brother, where are you!”
“How long will you keep hiding from me?”