Chapter 688: A Sudden Bizarre Crisis!
Chapter 689: Flash of Memories
In a world flowing with oily, colorful light, the girl’s pleated skirt danced amidst the currents.
Her long legs in black stockings and small leather shoes flickered as if dropping frames, her lips curving into a sinister smile.
“Xia Feng.”
The girl’s murmured voice was mysterious and creepy, the art style bizarre.
Although no spiritual pressure fluctuations could be felt from the girl, Xia Feng felt a despairing pressure, as if being suppressed by a Saint Realm expert, rendering him unable to move.
When Xia Feng’s stopped thoughts finally began to function again, the creepy smiling girl was already standing before him. Her delicate, almost fake silicone face had dark, rotating eyes that twisted into the shape of a colorful sacred cup, shimmering incessantly within her eye sockets.
At the same time, the chaotic oily light flow of this painted world seemed to find its center and converged madly towards Xia Feng’s head.
Xia Feng’s black pupils, shrunk to the size of stars, instantly turned red, as did his eye sockets, his face contorted in pain.
“This is the Emotion Domain formed by the [Epic God Relic – Seven Emotion Sacred Cup]. Once you enter this Emotion Domain, you will lose your reason and descend into madness under the accumulation of various extreme emotions.”
Yue Hongli’s thoughts flashed through Xia Feng’s mind. “If you are ultimately crushed by negative emotions like humiliation, pain, despair, etc., and your self-awareness collapses, your soul will be sealed within the Sacred Cup, and all your contracts will disappear.”
“The Seven Emotion Sacred Cup has always been held by my main consciousness. This girl was likely sent by the main consciousness to capture and seal you, while simultaneously severing your contract with me. This way, the main consciousness can easily devour and merge with me!”
The mental exchange was instantaneous. Xia Feng was somewhat surprised, having expected someone from the Black Moon Holy See, but instead, it was Golden Sparrow Flower?
It had to be said, the Black Moon General Court was truly lively today, with Burning Heaven, Golden Sparrow Flower, and a mysterious legion attacking the city – three forces gathered at Black Moon, a rare sight.
But now was not the time to ponder these matters. Xia Feng soon felt a throbbing tightness in his heart, as if being firmly grasped by a large hand. Sensations of soreness, pain, shame, and despair, without any reason, surged directly into his brain!
His already chaotic consciousness was instantly filled with these negative emotions. Thoughts of suicide and giving up resistance silently floated in, and his black pupils became vacant.
Xia Feng could clearly feel his situation, feeling the colorful light around him penetrating his skin, integrating into his soul, forming one strange snake-like seal after another.
But even knowing all this, he didn’t want to stop it, just calmly watching his soul being eroded, filled, and sealed by emotions, devoid of the will to live.
He watched as the Gui Hua Contract Seal on his soul was gradually covered and erased by these emotional forces.
“Master, the Seven Emotion Sacred Cup also possesses the ability to store emotions. These external emotions all originate from the Seven Emotion Sacred Cup. There is only one method to resist: you must also generate corresponding extreme emotions yourself. Counter pain with pain, and despair with despair!”
The oily, colorful light continuously rotated around Xia Feng. His black eyes were vacant, his neck arched back and suspended motionlessly. He remained indifferent even to Yue Hongli’s urgent voice in his ear.
Madam An quietly watched the man before her, her creepy, smirking lips filled with malice. She grabbed his neck, and the stream of colorful sacred cup light in her eye sockets grew brighter, illuminating Xia Feng’s face.
Living is too tiring, I give up resisting, let it be… Negative thoughts one after another sprang up in Xia Feng’s mind, without the slightest thought of resistance.
But still, he had been a Spirit Master for over a year, constantly on the run, and it was quite tiring. It would be better to be sealed and imprisoned by the Seven Emotion Sacred Cup and get a good night’s sleep.
After all, he was truly so tired.
“Mr. Xia…” At this moment, a familiar, cool voice echoed from the abyss of his memory sea, faint at first, then gradually clearer—
“Mr. Xia…”
“Mr. Xia, I like you.” The complex emotions contained in the cool, low voice seemed to possess supreme power, startling Xia Feng’s hazy consciousness and making his mind clear! The Seven Emotion Sacred Cup required emotions to counter it, and it was the only way to break free! Upon regaining consciousness, Xia Feng hesitated no longer, and quickly immersed his memories and emotions into his childhood.
Returning to the rainy night before he met Gong Changyi, he had been beaten half to death by a group of thugs and curled up in the corner of a cold alley, filled with confusion, helplessness, and a desire to die.
That night was the eve of his transition from darkness to light, and it was one of the most desperate moments of helplessness in his life.
The memory of the alley in the rain curtain faded. Heavenly thunder roared, and the black-dressed woman stood before him, only to be pierced through the heart by a transparent light cone and fall into his arms, bleeding from the corner of her lips.
Weakly, she whispered into his ear, “Mr. Xia, I’m tired. Can you support me…”
As if experiencing it firsthand, he returned to the day Miss Mu was about to die. Endless despair and pain instantly surged into his heart. His face, tilted upwards in suspension, visibly flushed red, veins bulged on his forehead, his vacant black pupils twitched and distorted, and his eye sockets turned a ghastly red.
“Buzz—!!”
The oily, colorful light violently swept outwards from his forehead and brows! The bizarre girl’s figure was blown apart by this sudden light explosion and disappeared.
Countering pain with pain, and despair with despair, these two negative emotions from the Seven Emotion Sacred Cup were barely resisted by Xia Feng, and his vacant black pupils regained their light.
However, cold sweat beaded on his forehead, and his brows were tightly furrowed. He looked around, only to find that he was still trapped in this oil painting world and had not successfully escaped.
He could feel that this emotional world was filled with over ten kinds of negative emotions, among which emotions like ‘shame,’ ‘humiliation,’ and ’embarrassment’ were the most dominant, forming the foundation of this world.
To escape, merely resisting ‘pain’ and ‘despair’ was far from enough.
His heart still needed to generate extreme ‘shame.’
But—
Humiliation, or shame… In his life, he seemed to have very few moments of disgrace, except for the day before yesterday in the safe house—
His body was like a fish on a cutting board, completely out of his control, growling at the ears of two Miss Mus like a woman, desperately trying to resist, yet unable to help himself.
Although he absolutely did not want to recall this outrageous past, to escape, he could no longer afford to care. Xia Feng immersed his consciousness into the memory scene and emotions of that time.
Within this emotion domain, his imagination was magnified dozens of times. He felt as if he was reliving it, his thin lips trembling, his hands pulled behind his head by an invisible force, his astonished, trembling body arching up, his black pupils shrinking into stars once more.
“Fear is the root of all things. Only with fear can all things evolve continuously throughout the long river of time for these billions of years.”
The mysterious voice beside his ear was condescending, like a faint immortal sound from the horizon. “Heh~ Mr. Xia, do you feel fear~?”
The sense of humiliating shame rushed into his brain. Xia Feng gritted his back molars, quietly observing, and at the same time, frowned and looked around again.
Only to discover that the scenery of the surrounding oil painting world was still unmoving.
It seemed to be far from enough.
