From the Heavens Descended an Immortal Sister

Chapter 73: Chapter 71: The Arduous Path of Cultivation_2

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Hiss—

Suddenly, a sharp object pierced Fang Ren's heart, and at that moment, he finally felt a hint of relief. But he was terribly unwilling.

Am I to die just like this?

He had not yet married the woman he loved, the woman who was still striving ceaselessly to be with him. He had yet to exact revenge on Xia Fu Lan of the Tiandao Sword Sect; the people of the Fang Family who wished him dead had not yet faced retribution...

To die like this, Qing'er would surely grieve deeply, and those despicable people from the right faction of the Fang Family would surely show their loathsome, triumphant faces.

Gradually, his consciousness faded away, and his body no longer felt any pain.

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Time passed, and he abruptly opened his eyes, staring blankly around him, feeling his own body, still enveloped in pitch darkness and without any sensation of pain.

He touched his chest and limbs, and found, to his astonishment, that he was completely unharmed.

"What is this..."

Before he could rejoice, the sound of chains surging underwater came again. His eyes widened as he immediately tried to summon his True Qi to escape, only to realize that his body was still immovable.

Boom—

Huge chains wrapped around him again, cruelly crushing his bones, the intense pain made him want to scream, but submerged in the sea of blood, no sound could come from his mouth; here, one could only use consciousness.

Sharp objects pierced through his chest again, countless blades moving inside his flesh, and his consciousness sank into despair once more...

Time elapsed, and once again something pierced his heart, ending the agony in his body.

However, it was not long before he woke up in terror, finding himself still surrounded by darkness, his body still intact. He became insane, desperately trying to swim upwards, but his body did not move at all.

Then, the sound of chains echoed through the sea of blood once more...

He struggled, he contorted, he raged, he collapsed...

His bones shattered, his flesh splattered, his life cycled through reincarnation...

The same scenes repeated, playing out incessantly in the depths of the sea of blood.

Each instance of torture was identical, the physical destruction reaching such an extreme it was even more brutal than being ground into mincemeat.

After an unknown number of repetitions, Fang Ren was reborn once again with no struggle, no resistance, accepting the forthcoming torment like a corpse.

Soon, he was cruelly killed again.

Subsequently, for what felt like an eternity, he had no idea how many times he had died.

Thud—

He stood upon the blood sea, surrounded by the frenzied slaughter of carcasses.

As Fang Ren emerged on the surface of the sea, all the carcasses surged towards him as if they'd gone mad.

One of his arms was suddenly bitten off by a corpse.

He dully watched his severed arm, then turned his head to glance at the carcass gnawing on his limb, his smile once again turning into insanity.

It was as if he had found a new source of amusement, charging at the carcass with madness.

He shattered the neck of the carcass with a punch, and with his other hand, grabbed the detached skull, looking at it with a mad smile.

"You're really cute~"

His smile, demonic, he laughed out loud, his eyes brimming with a brutal, bloody light.

Countless carcasses continued to pounce on him, his back flesh being torn and bitten, but it was as if he felt nothing, playing with the skull in his hands, breaking it open, tearing it apart, crushing it.

Without care for anything, there was nothing he deemed worthy of his concern.

"Your turn."

After a long while, he turned his maniacal gaze toward the group of carcasses tearing at him.

He punched into the skull of a carcass, dragging it, and mockingly dismembered its entire body into pieces.

By this time his body was gnawed down to bone, yet he seemed to feel no pain at all. He turned around, grabbed another carcass by the neck with his exposed bone arm, and viciously killed it.

His flesh continued to be devoured as he nonchalantly slaughtered one carcass after another.

No matter how many carcasses there were, he killed them at an unworried pace, as if indulging in pleasure.

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Finally, he became a carcass, and on the blood-red sea, all the carcasses except for him were killed one by one.

Calm, everything became calm.

"Ahahahaha..."

He looked at the mountains of bodies floating on the sea and began to laugh loudly, his bone arm propping up his skull, occasionally kicking fragments of bone debris beneath his feet.

Fear to the point of collapse.

Collapse into madness.

Madness into numbness.

Numbness into fearlessness.