Chapter 130
Chapter 130
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>Translator: Ryuma
>Chapter: 130
>Chapter Title: Rise
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“Mom, push me back. I might get a bit noisy later—bear with me. I’ll come visit when I have time. If you run out of money, just tell me.”
The Li Huowang wrapped in flames showed a bizarre smile on his charred face as he muttered these words to himself.
Hand Three frowned and took another small step back. “The Elder was right—this kid’s not like your average pureheart. This is tricky.”
Just as he felt at a loss, he suddenly heard movement behind him.
He turned around, and his expression immediately tightened. The flames burning his body swiftly weakened, retreating back into him.
“I see Joy Elder, hear Anger Elder, smell Love Elder, taste Thought Elder, perceive Desire Elder, embody Sorrow Elder—why have all of you come down the mountain?”
“How’s the situation?” The square-faced Body Sorrow Elder seemed somewhat displeased.
“That pureheart’s just standing there—you saw it. He’s not following our script.” Hand Three irritably pointed a charred finger toward the distant Li Huowang.
The six exchanged glances, and then a tall woman stepped forward. “Close enough. Give him one last push.”
As soon as she spoke, the six raised their hands and clenched fists. The flames enveloping Li Huowang instantly dragged him down, pinning him hard to the ground.
“Mom, can you push a little faster? I’m starting to feel off. Remember to plug my mouth.”
Li Huowang stared at the moon overhead, still murmuring to himself.
“I’ll do it.” Dressed like a brothel courtesan, Ear-Hearing-Anger pinched an orchid finger and reached into her lush hair, gently grasping something before pulling it out.
A silver needle glinting with cold light was slowly drawn forth.
It grew longer and longer, nearly an inch in length, showing just how deeply it had been embedded in the woman’s skull.
With a flick from Ear-Hearing-Anger, the bloodied silver needle streaked through the air with a blur, stabbing straight into Li Huowang’s scorched-black head.
“What did you feed him? Don’t mess around—you could cause problems.” Eye-Seeing-Joy cautioned from the side.
“Just some old memory from four years ago. Afraid his heart’s bitterness wasn’t enough, so I added a bit more. Heh.” As she spoke, her blood-red lips curved upward in smug satisfaction.
The instant the long needle pierced him, Li Huowang snapped awake. A flood of bloody scenes surged into his mind, making him clutch his stomach and vomit uncontrollably.
He saw it clearly—that really was him, laughing maniacally as he slaughtered through the town.
To be precise, it wasn’t slaughter. Everyone around him simply split open without warning, skulls caving in, bodies bursting into flames.
And it wasn’t just a few or a dozen people—it was tens of thousands!
An entire town’s worth of men, women, young, and old all met the same gruesome end in his mind.
Everyone except one—Jiang Yingzi, because she resembled Yang Na as a child.
Tens of thousands dying so easily at his hand, their bodies exploding in his mind all at once—it was far beyond what Li Huowang could endure.
“Did I really kill everyone in that town?” Li Huowang asked himself once more. There was no need for an answer—only he would spare someone who looked like Yang Na as a child.
This time, there was no Danyangzi to make excuses or share the pain.
With the drug’s effect amplifying it, in that instant, as the charred Li Huowang let out a scream of utter agony, the sky cracked.
Everyone looked up simultaneously. At the deepest point of the sky, in an unfathomable vast darkness, where countless even deeper black realms and suns swirled, something stirred.
The senses of everyone present began to shift at once.
Vision, taste, smell, hearing—all their senses fused together, forming a new perception incomprehensible to ordinary people.
Only this way could they truly “see” Ba Hui.
“It’s done at last.” Though surrounded by fear so thick it felt tangible, Hand Three shouted in excitement.
“Start immediately! Everyone prepare!” As soon as the words left his mouth, the other Ao Jing cult followers seated cross-legged around Li Huowang began self-mutilating in various ways.
They all “looked” toward Ba Hui in the sky, their eyes filled with sickly longing.
Blood-red blood dripped from their skin onto the ground, forming intricate hook-shaped blood sigils.
The sigils interconnected, gradually forming a massive ritual circle.
Just as the circle was nearly complete, Li Huowang in the center lightly raised his hand. All the blood sigils on the ground instantly stood upright, slowly orbiting his body.
Ba Hui had been summoned by Li Huowang—at least for this moment, he briefly held a portion of Ba Hui’s power.
Their plan disrupted, the six elders glared furiously at the despair-shrouded Li Huowang. Eye-Seeing-Joy spoke first. “Young man, what do you mean by this?”
Li Huowang knelt weakly on the ground, his body swaying as if it might topple at any moment, his eyes devoid of any spark of life.
His mind was nearly drowned in dense thoughts of death from the dual torment. Thinking was excruciatingly hard, but he forced himself to hold on.
“I’ve done my part… Now it’s your turn.” He murmured to himself.
“Now? Have you lost your mind? Do you know how long we’ve waited for this moment!”
“Stop this nonsense! Hand back the blood sigils at once!”
“What do you think you are, daring to threaten us?”
Li Huowang’s furious roar drowned out all their voices.
“It has to be now! I haven’t gotten mine yet—so you don’t get yours either!!”
Even in this dire state, Li Huowang understood he shared no bond with them. He was still a pureheart. If he didn’t negotiate while he held the cards…
Once he lost Ba Hui’s power, he’d have no leverage at all.
“You can kill me right now if you want! But then all your work these days will be for nothing!”
“As long as you… help me deal with Danyangzi!… I don’t care what you do after!”
Li Huowang used his last bit of strength to state his terms.
His body began to tremble as the physical and mental agony spread outward.
The Ao Jing cultists all collapsed to the ground with agonized screams. This pain dwarfed anything they’d inflicted on themselves.
When existence becomes unbearable, the instinct is release. Without thinking, they turned their various sharp tools toward their own necks.
“Stop! We’ll help you get rid of Danyangzi right now!”
The tottering Li Huowang, on the verge of being crushed by the pain, laughed.
While everyone’s attention was on Li Huowang, no one noticed Ba Hui in the sky glance at him once more.
(End of chapter)