The beautiful boy who was reborn in the dark world of women

In the far east, there was a method of enlightenment called "Self-Beheading". The wizards of the Spiritual Tower believed that it was a lost path to becoming a god.

It is difficult to say whether this is swordsmanship, Taoism, or incantation. From that strange and unexplainable overseas fairy mountain, there were once some fragments of this method.

The perfect result of a lifetime of practice is transformed into an unrivaled secret sword that can cut through anything, and then it is used to cut through oneself.

The immortal on the mountain said: Because Tao gave birth to all things, it is all-encompassing and omnipresent, so people are also the carriers of Tao, and so one should kill oneself to understand Tao.

The great wizard Sukarna explained it this way: The path of divinity is included in all things in the world, therefore, humans are also the carriers of divinity. To cut off oneself means to cut off humanity.

Then, people will die and "God" will emerge.

——"Spiritual Records·Sukarna's Sayings"

was eaten.

Such a thought flashed through the boy's mind in confusion.

The light became dimmer and dimmer until it was completely extinguished. It must be that the other person had closed his mouth.

Reality is not like cartoons. There is no such thing as a long esophagus and a spacious and comfortable stomach.

This is a body that is completely filled with the divinity of darkness. Every drop of liquid in this body is enough to corrode bones and turn them into mud, dissolving him completely.

It's just a matter of time...

In the darkness, there was only one scarlet light, which was a crimson vortex that was constantly twisting. Countless illusions and mirages appeared and disappeared in that light.

The young man was naked, with his flawless and beautiful body exposed. It was dark anyway, no one cared, and no one peeked at him.

Lor unconsciously walked towards the only light. The tentacles that had been tightly wrapped around him disappeared after he was swallowed into his mouth.

They returned to the crimson vortex and disappeared without a trace.

The ground was sticky, and stepping on it with crystal clear bare feet brought a sticky, uncomfortable feeling of disgust.

But now is obviously not the time to care about this. Lor looked at the deep red vortex, as if something was attracting him there.

I want to get closer, I want to see more clearly.

Perhaps the body of the Lord of Purgatory was really too huge. Even though it was just in His mouth, it took Lor a long time to walk to the bloody vortex.

He even stumbled because of the soft folds under his feet. Lor could feel that at the moment he fell to the ground, something seemed to move in the darkness around him.

But unfortunately, he couldn't see clearly that the darkness was somewhere deeper than the darkness, and it might be dancing freely around the young man.

But it did not reflect any light.

In the mouth of the Lord of Purgatory, Lor could not feel any divinity in his body, as if it had been sucked out completely, leaving his body completely empty.

Come to think of it, the other party ate so much food, but no one was able to escape. Even the God of Plague was crunched like a roasted chicken, right?

Lor just wants to see clearly now...

Those blurred and changing lights and shadows that appeared in the crimson vortex:

Some are bustling cities with heavy traffic, some are deserted wilderness, some are magnificent cathedrals, and some are snowy battlefields with countless corpses...

They appear briefly and quickly disappear into nothingness. Among the many pictures, there is a unique shadow that is out of tune with the surrounding scenes.

She was a woman with long straight black hair that reached down to her waist. In the boy's eyes, she was walking alone on the endless ice field, seemingly looking for something.

"Sister Yasha..."

Lor subconsciously raised his hand, as if he wanted to touch the shadow in the picture, but the next moment, the old picture disappeared into nothingness and a new one was generated.

It was still the woman with long straight black hair. At this moment, she was half-kneeling in a luxurious palace, holding a white fruit in her hand, as if she was going to present it to someone.

Although it was only a very blurry image, Lor could still recognize that it was the fruit of the Datura flower.

Legend has it that the elixir that can bring the dead back to life can only be grown with the tears of a lover. However, if they are not the tears of a true lover, then they will instead produce a deadly poison.

The young man narrowed his eyes slightly, trying to see the face of the man on the palace platform clearly, but the man was hidden in the mist.

What appeared next was a dark dungeon strewn with corpses. The sky above was filled with ominous blood light. A woman in black slowly walked out of the dungeon door, dragging a black sword.

Behind her were the guards lying in a pool of blood. Their bodies began to melt and turned into black liquid, flowing behind the woman and following her steps.

And then...

Kill kill kill kill kill kill…

War war war war war...

Death death death death death…

The unquenchable anger gives rise to the insatiable hunger, and once the butcher knife is raised, there is no stopping.

Until the blade in his hand devoured too many lives, the shadow beneath him was home to too many dead souls, and too much divinity accumulated in his body.

Until consciousness also turned into complete chaos.

In a dazzling light, purgatory descended, destruction, despair, gods, death, anger, hunger, pain...

From a human, he became a monster, and from a monster, he became an even more powerful monster, hating everything, devouring everything, and ultimately destroying everything, including himself.

He did not walk on the path of the Dark Divinity from the beginning, but was finally chosen by the Dark Divinity after experiencing all of this.

It is not that one creates the road, but that one is assimilated by the road.

The so-called Lord of Purgatory has no self from the moment of his birth. He is just the embodiment of the divinity of darkness in this world.

And the Miss Yaksha you are looking for is just a shadow of the sad past of this lucky person chosen by the divinity.

An illusory bubble.

So, do you still want to pursue?

All the images in the light were extinguished in an instant, leaving only a dark chaos. The young man seemed to be staring into a bottomless abyss, with a blood-red light spreading in it.

Dead lives and dead worlds fell from this abyss, crushed by the power of the end of the food chain, and transformed into endless surging divinity.

It was like blood-red agate and black financialization gathered into a whirlpool in a giant cauldron, rolling endlessly, and the boy's beautiful face flickered in the cold light.

At this moment, something was emerging little by little, like the ebb and flow of the tide, and the demon from the deepest part was crawling out.

That face was covered with countless hideous cracks, and there was no intact skin on the body, all of which was leaking sticky black blood. The long black hair was raging, and it looked like dancing tentacles.

It slowly emerged from the crimson abyss, carrying with it shocking malice and heavy ferocity, and anyone who saw it would feel a shudder from the bottom of their heart.

But instead of retreating, Lor opened his arms and jumped into the dizzying whirlpool.

That is the end of the divinity of darkness.

Anything that falls into it will be crushed into ashes by the absolute power.

But death did not come.

The boy fell into a sticky embrace with a burning smell.

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