Book 15: Chapter 104
Although he was born into the wealthiest family in the world and had a universally-adored father, that was a long time ago. He was a blank sheet of paper stuck on a battlefield of unfulfillable ambitions, yet he failed to learn their unscrupulous ways and greed despite how many years he lived with them. In that regard, he was abnormally abnormal. He naively believed all the crooked lies he was fed. Even when he was unable to move and on the verge of losing himself, he still believed there’d be a reunion.
As he questioned where his father was, where he was, what time it was, and even his own identity, his mind was being subjected to destruction. He could feel an indiscriminate urge to wreak havoc taking over him, rousing a sense of joy in losing control. Notwithstanding his tattered consciousness, he was able to catch a glimpse of a vast primordial world.
The flames on the ground reached the firmament. Huge luans shook the landscape with their cries. Everything he possessed broke, floated, fell and regenerated… Every single time things reassembled, he felt he experienced death once more. He fought to survive for the reason that he didn’t want to die as a monster. He was human… just like every everyone else…. If he died, too, who would live to tell the truth.
Everything he possessed broke, floated, fell and regenerated… He was no match for the primordial beast. Every single time things reassembled, he felt he experienced death once more. He suspected every cycle would be his last, but he managed to survive another round. The destructive sentiment had intensified to the point that he felt his own mind breaking, but he was still there, and he still insisted he wasn’t a monster.
“Argh!” As he shouted, he felt fresh air enter his lungs. Instead of feeling stabbing pains, though, he felt revitalised. The assortment of smells stimulating his olfactory system confused him even further. He felt awfully thirsty again, except without the mental stress. He had no clue how many times he’d been subjected to the nausea from pain, but he could tell it was different this time. The thirst he experienced this time was a human desire to drink water. He wanted water, not blood.
Upon opening his eyes, he laid them upon a huge cloth platform, many pieces of flesh that had just been lopped off… and someone… It was too much for him to process at once, requiring him to spend a while to confirm he wasn’t dreaming.
Feng Qizhi felt he was a step away from a mental breakdown in the primordial world; every time the qingluan blood arrow was plunged into him, he truly did nearly cross to the other side. Fortunately, he managed to endure the madness that almost overruled him.
Now that Feng Qizhi felt normal sensations again, the accumulated pain would’ve had knocked him out if he didn’t feel a calm and cool sensation seep into his body from his forehead. Whilst keeping a finger on Feng Qizhi’s forehead to siphon energy, Ming Feizhen kept adding items to the table from beside Feng Qizhi.
Smelling blood, Feng Qizhi uttered, “… I…”