Published: January 22, 2025
The God of Inverse Slaughter was filled with anticipation in his eyes. He had spent far too long in this Underworld, long enough that he had even forgotten the concept of time.
Throughout the vast expanse of the cosmic sea, there were extremely few who managed to arrive in the Underworld, let alone someone who could hope to fuse with the components of the inverse kill divine sword that he had left behind.
Qin Chen was likely the only person he had ever encountered in his life who had the potential for successful fusion, how could he not be excited?
Moreover, there was even a hint of tension in his heart.
In the void, countless mystic pattern restrictions began to illuminate.
Whoosh!
Streams of radiance shot out from various points in the void and then converged in midair. Countless beams of light gathered together, resembling threads that swiftly entered Qin Chen's body.
Boom!
A heaven-defying aura suddenly erupted from Qin Chen's physical body, a mystic pattern aura that sent shivers through those who witnessed it, abruptly spreading out from him.
A unique sensation expanded throughout Qin Chen's entire being.
"Success!"
"It must succeed," Qin Chen affirmed in his heart.
This was crucial to whether he could leave this place and rescue Sisi.
As soon as this thought surfaced, suddenly...
"Mm?!"
Qin Chen's eyes widened in shock as a wave of excruciating pain swept through his body. In an instant, he felt as if countless cells throughout his body had entered into convulsions.
Pain!
Indescribable pain!
Damn it!
What was happening? Qin Chen trembled all over, beads of sweat pouring from his body. His expression twisted; the intense pain caused his skin to turn bright red in an instant, and wisps of vapor rose up, like a boiled shrimp.
Pain.
It hurt too much.
He had never before experienced such intense pain, pain that pierced into his very soul, making him wish for death.
"Did the God of Inverse Slaughter say before that the refining process would only be a little painful? Why is it so painful?"
Qin Chen gritted his teeth, feeling as if they might shatter.
This is just a little pain?
Damn it.
Was he about to be killed by this pain?
The intense agony felt like countless fiery needles piercing through his skin, incessantly roving within his body. That kind of suffering made him wish to faint right there.
"Hold on."
From below, the God of Inverse Slaughter's voice transmitted, serious in tone: "This is the mystic pattern restrictions transforming your physical body. You must endure. If you can't hold on, your body will completely collapse, and you will lose the chance for inheritance."
Qin Chen: "..."
Why didn’t he say this earlier?
Boom!
His gaze turned cold. Although the physical pain made Qin Chen feel like he wanted to die, over the years, he had endured countless trials and tribulations. How could he easily fall at this moment?
Isn’t it just pain?
What is there to be afraid of?
The agony that felt like being skinned alive surged forth, but Qin Chen's expression gradually calmed down. He gritted his teeth, drenched in cold sweat; the intense pain caused his entire body to spasm, yet he refused to let out a sound, using sheer willpower to resist.
All the suffering was merely at the physical level. Even if he were to be reduced to ashes, what of it? If he was not afraid of death, why fear this pain?
Boom!
Countless mystic pattern restrictions surged into Qin Chen's body, the pain intensifying, but Qin Chen bit down hard, enduring through the suffering.
Below, seeing Qin Chen face such pain without even a sound, the God of Inverse Slaughter could not help but show a look of astonishment.
At this moment, the entity of light and shadow approached the God of Inverse Slaughter and curiously asked, "Master, do you think this kid can successfully refine the mystic pattern restrictions?"
The God of Inverse Slaughter replied indifferently, "Don't call him kid; you might have to call him master in the future."
The entity of light and shadow pouted, "But he hasn't successfully refined it yet, right? Moreover, even if he can succeed, Little Kill doesn’t want to submit to anyone else; Little Kill only wants to follow you for a lifetime, Master."