Pain.... Endless, bone-deep pain.
Breathing felt difficult. Thinking felt worse.
And when Su Ningyan finally managed to force his eyes open, he found himself trapped within a strange, desolate realm.
Chains bound his limbs, forcing him to kneel upon cold black stone. Around him, stretching endlessly into the darkness, countless demon tools had been planted into the earth, bells, whips, spears, swords, staffs, halberds, blades of every shape and era. Tens of thousands of them.
Every single one radiated a suffocating black-red demonic aura. And all of it was flowing into him. Absorbing. Devouring. Assimilating.....
The force poured endlessly through his meridians, through his bones, through the crystal within his body until agony became the only thing he could understand.
Then, one by one, the demon tools began to vanish.
Each disappearance sent another wave of unbearable pressure through him as the dragon crystal inside his body swallowed them whole.
Time lost meaning.
