Chapter 1019: Pollution

Chapter 1019: Contamination

As Li Huowang shouted these words, a mangled, blood-soaked eyeball fell from above into his hand; it was the Eye of the Mountain Ghost, brimming with absolute chaos.

When Li Huowang squeezed it with a sudden, violent force, the Heavenly Dao of Chaos exploded outward, and everything centered on Jizai was plunged into extreme disorder, save for himself.

Even the chaotic White Jade Capital was affected, and the Three Pure Ones, being closest to Li Huowang, naturally bore the brunt of the impact.

Under the influence of the chaotic Heavenly Dao, the secret causal chains of the Three Pure Ones began to fracture, and their fleshy tentacles started to adhere and detach in unnatural, grotesque ways.

At that very moment, Jizai heard Qing Wanglai’s scream, and as the wounds on his body began to fester, not only did the pain enter the fray, but other Siling deities joined the battle as well.

"I!! You motherfucker, you can feel pain too!!" Li Huowang picked up a stone and smashed it viciously against the fingers of Qing Wanglai’s left hand; with a sickening crunch, the five slender fingers were reduced to nothing but a dangling flap of skin.

In his agony, Qing Wanglai reached his other hand toward the back of his own hand, but Li Huowang, having been fooled once, was not about to be caught off guard; he swung his blade, severing the other hand along with the entire arm.

Li Huowang reached out and grabbed the test tubes filled with deadly poison hidden behind Qing Wanglai, hurling them far down the mountain; his final trump card was gone.

"Qing Wanglai! You’re finished!!" Roaring, Li Huowang stomped on Qing Wanglai’s neck and picked up a stone, smashing it repeatedly into his skull.

Watching the blood seep out from beneath the stone, Li Huowang let out a long, ragged breath.

But just then, he felt a chill on his head, and looking up, he saw droplets of rain falling from the oppressive, ink-black clouds.

"Hahaha..." A low, rumbling laugh came from below, and as Li Huowang looked down, he saw the Three Pure Ones’ supposedly shattered body beginning to fuse back together.

Li Huowang realized that the Three Pure Ones were borrowing Zuo Qiuyong’s Heavenly Dao of Growth! As long as that power remained within them, no matter how many times their flesh was torn apart, they would always be resurrected.

"Li Huowang, oh Li Huowang, why must you obstruct my plan? Have you not realized that you have become the villain standing in the way of justice?" The Three Pure Ones’ chaotic, twisted body swelled once more.

"Your justice is to slaughter everyone? Go to hell!!" Roaring, Li Huowang raised his saber and hacked the reforming fleshy tentacles in two again.

Yet, even so, the body healed instantly, and this time, faster than before.

Just then, Chen Hongyu suddenly appeared behind Qing Wanglai, raising the severed, rotting corpse of Qing Wanglai and slamming it into him.

At this moment, the dying Qing Wanglai seemed to experience a final, frantic surge of life, his limp limbs twitching violently.

"You people have no idea! You don't know what you are facing! What you are doing! You are digging your own graves!!"

"I wanted to bear this despair alone, but you forced my hand! Since you cannot understand my good intentions, I will show you exactly what I have been suffering in silence!!"

The secret causal chains of the Three Pure Ones cracked open, lashing out toward Chen Hongyu’s body. The rotting corpse in her hands fell to the ground, and she froze in place, trembling uncontrollably, her eyes filled with profound terror.

Li Huowang knew this trick; the Three Pure Ones must have forced some secret into the Rotting Siling! It was hard to imagine what kind of secret could terrify a deity to such an extent.

"Stay away from Qing Wanglai!! Attack from a distance!!" Li Huowang shouted a warning to the other deities. He said this, but he could not stop Qing Wanglai from lunging at them. Seeing him nearing Yang Na, Li Huowang rushed to defend, blade raised to strike.

Those fleshy causal chains were severed once more, but they did not dissipate; instead, they drifted toward Li Huowang. The previous attack had been a mere distraction; targeting Li Huowang was the true objective.

As those secret chains sank into Li Huowang’s body, terrifying secrets and information flooded his mind.

Fear—the source of all fear and the unknown—Fusheng Tian. Fusheng Tian was, in fact, the Siling deity who governed fear itself!!

No, it was more than that; the concept of fear he commanded far exceeded the bounds of a Siling; he was a Great Siling!!

More importantly, as he felt these secrets, Li Huowang was afraid. For the first time, Li Huowang felt true fear.

It was a suffocating dread, clinging to him like maggots to bone, impossible to shake off, crashing over him in wave after wave.

It was not merely a Heavenly Dao; it was an existence purer than the Dao, an existence that could spawn the Heavenly Dao itself!

Even the secrets of the Three Pure Ones did not know what it was, and it was precisely this unknown that brought such terror.

Qing Wanglai clutched Jizai’s head tightly, his bloodshot eyes staring with extreme paranoia. "Do you see it? Do you see it!! Do you know what we are truly facing?"

"Facing such an existence, do you really think you can handle it on your own?"

"Wrong!! You are too ignorant! You have no idea how powerful it is!! Powerful enough to drive me to absolute despair!! Only by following my path is there a glimmer of hope!! Jizai! Just die already!! Why do you still cling to life!"

Li Huowang looked at the Qing Wanglai before him, at the extreme fear and despair in his eyes.

The tombstone from that half-dreaming state suddenly appeared in Li Huowang’s mind, and the more he looked, the more he felt that the Qing Wanglai before him resembled a stroke on a character.

Then, under his gaze, another character reached out and forcibly tore that stroke away, attaching it to itself.

"I understand!" Li Huowang suddenly shouted. He reached out, grabbed one of Qing Wanglai’s fleshy tentacles, and shoved it into his mouth, chewing.

As he tasted the secret causality within, things began to click into place. "I finally understand!!"

"You finally understand?" Qing Wanglai laughed again upon hearing this. He tore another piece from his own body and offered it to Li Huowang. "Have you finally agreed with my vision? Have you finally decided to abandon the projections on both sides and save the true self?"

"No!!" Li Huowang took it and chewed again, his eyes growing brighter with every bite.

"No! I finally understand why the Great Nuo went mad. It was all because of you! As the Siling who controls the Heavenly Dao of Secrets, you have long since been contaminated by the fear of Fusheng Tian."