Stepping outside, he sensed two pairs of eyes watching him. He snorted and retorted to each one.
The gazes vanished quickly.
He held the talisman, examining it closely for a moment. "So that's how it is."
This thing, to be precise, was a key to a special space. It could be held in a person's hand or attached to an object, just like entering the Black Street space. Without the "gatekeeper," one couldn't find the entrance.
And the space connected to this talisman wasn't the Black Street space, but another space that gave him a faint sense of familiarity.
He gripped the talisman tightly, then crushed it. Instantly, a strange suction force pulled his entire body inside.
When he opened his eyes again, he saw a withered cherry blossom tree, the ground covered in yellow earth and weeds. The ground was cracked in several places, dark and gaping like a gaping maw ready to devour him.
"Where is this..."
Li Dong's heart tightened. This place wasn't unfamiliar to him. Although it had changed beyond recognition, he could still tell that this was Yoshiwara Tsubaki's special psychic space, Sakurami (world).
He recalled the night Xue Tang was attacked. A powerful enemy appeared, and it was Yoshiwara Tsubaki and Cui Yuanxuan who appeared together to repel the enemy's attack.
At that time, he was suffering from amnesia and didn't understand the danger. In fact, the man covered in machinery who appeared then was probably the one who had ambushed him years ago, and his strength was no less than his own.
Even if Yoshiwara Tsubaki and Cui Yuanxuan were both strategic-level superhumans, they might not have been able to stop his attack. And indeed, he hadn't seen the two of them again.
Suppressing his unease, he began to explore this drastically changed Sakurami.
Ahead lay a cluster of buildings. This was the former glory of Yoshiwara, a place renowned for its courtesans, but now only ruins remained.
He could faintly hear screams, sobs, and maniacal laughter coming from a woman.
Li Dong quietly approached the area, nearing a wooden hut. From within came sounds of lewdness. Through the window, he could see a naked man with red eyes, wearing only a bow tie, pressing himself against a fair-skinned, delicate woman, thrusting wantonly.
One of the woman's legs still had stockings and a high heel on it, while the other leg was bare, marked only by red welts from sucking and rows of teeth marks. Judging from the scattered clothes on the floor, she was likely a white-collar worker.
"Ugh...ah...no...ugh..."
The woman cried out in pain, her small hands digging into the ground, gasping and sobbing violently. Her delicate toes curled tightly, and between her upturned buttocks, a thick, engorged penis, with unusually prominent veins, was repeatedly thrusting in and out of her tender vagina.
The man, grimacing and with a fanatical expression, thrust in and out with the force of a pile driver, his bulging veins drawing out semen that scattered with each powerful pounding.
Li Dong took a deep breath, pressed his hand against the wooden wall in front of him, and instantly the wall glowed a fiery red before crumbling into dust with a loud bang. He strode inside and yanked the astonished man off the woman.
Holded by the neck by Li Dong, the man struggled frantically. Although he had no martial arts skills whatsoever, he possessed considerable internal strength, at least approaching the realm of hidden strength, and a strange power within him made him as powerful as a raging bull.
Li Dong snapped his neck with a "crack," finally silencing him completely.
The woman huddled in the corner, watching everything blankly, her face weary and indifferent, seemingly unmoved by her rescue.
Seeing Li Dong approach, she surprisingly lay down, spreading her legs and knees, revealing her bright red buttocks and her still swollen, oozing vulva.
Li Dong stopped. It was as if this woman was completely accustomed to rape, rape by multiple men; otherwise, why would she instinctively spread her legs to welcome him?
Li Dong knelt down and closed the woman's legs. She stared at him, her mouth slightly open, seemingly with a hint of surprise.
"What happened here?"
The woman stared blankly at him, tears streaming down her face, completely silent.
Li Dong sighed, reaching out to stroke the back of her neck, using his internal energy to soothe her, creating a calming, sleep-like sensation.
After a while, the woman finally lowered her guard, her lifeless eyes gradually brightening.
"Tell me, what happened?"
The woman shrank back, forcing a bitter smile. "I was on my way home from get off work..."
From her, I learned that she had been kidnapped on her way home alone after working late for several days.
Recently, due to the rampant spread of pornography, the streets were dangerous, and her place was far away; no taxi was willing to go.
Fortunately, the subway was still running. She tried to take the main roads and arrived safely at the subway station. Just as she breathed a sigh of relief, she was dragged away from the subway exit and taken to a windowless car, which brought her here.
Here, a large group of strange men in black tore off the kidnapped girl's clothes and began to rape her. She couldn't remember how many men had raped her; she only felt a hot, tingling sensation in her vagina, with thick semen flowing out...
Every day, her food was mixed with semen; it was impossible to tell whether there was more semen or rice in a bowl of rice.
She even had to scoop out her own semen from her vagina. The men watched with amusement, sometimes even giving her a drink when they got excited… They'd shove a large penis into her mouth and make her urinate; sometimes they'd pull one out, only to shove another in.
Only when she was completely ravaged did she have a moment to rest. Ironically, they even left her her phone, but it was out of service – something you wouldn't see even in the middle of nowhere these days…
While she was being raped, other girls were frequently brought in, repeating her story.
After listening to the office lady's story, Li Dong felt heavy-hearted, but a question arose in his mind: if Sakura World had indeed become the hideout of the men in black, and the kidnapped girls were all gathered here…
Then what about Yoshihara Tsubaki?
Sakura World wasn't a separate space; it depended on Yoshihara Tsubaki to exist. This meant that Yoshihara Tsubaki must also be here.
"You'd better hide carefully."
In truth, Li Dong couldn't really control her. His current strength was certainly not that of an invincible "Martial God," and the memories he regained under the stimulus weren't complete.
A portion, perhaps the vast majority, was the memory belonging to his body, or, in simpler terms, "instinct."
These were the instincts his body retained from when he once reached the Martial God level, wielding immense power.
It's like a blazing torch. If fuel is continuously added, the flame can be maintained. The destruction of his dantian is like a problem with the fuel inlet; not only can fuel not be added, but it also leaks out continuously.
With less fuel, the fire cannot be sustained, so the only option is to suppress the flame to its minimum, to a level that this dilapidated torch can withstand…
This is no simple matter. The torch's flame can be reduced, but how can his cultivation level be lowered?