Struggling was fruitless, so Su Chen stopped wasting energy and quietly hung there, pondering a solution.
This bearded man clearly had the chance to kill me, but deliberately went off to drink, saying he’d crush my head when night fell. What’s the reason behind it? Could it be that he has a habit of killing only at night?
Looking at the surrounding white skulls, Su Chen suddenly felt a chill. This seemingly foolish man must have Blood Sect blood flowing in his veins. Taking pleasure in killing truly suits the title "Demon Lord of Chaos".
But the most important thing now is how to escape. Unable to move at all, with no external force to rely upon, it seems there’s no other way but to wait for death. Su Chen thought hard but couldn’t come up with a viable solution. Watching time tick by second by second, he felt increasingly anxious.
Suddenly, amidst his slight movements, he noticed the faint ring print on his finger!
A strange thought flashed through his mind: This Blood Shadow Thousand Spiders were strands formed by blood, and the Ring of Blood Demon happened to be a Spiritual Treasure related to blood energy. Perhaps it could absorb the Blood Shadow Thousand Spiders?
With this plan in mind, Su Chen focused for the first time, preparing to merge his spirit with the Ring of Blood Demon.
Guiding his spirit to roam within his body was simple, yet merging it into an unknown Spiritual Treasure forcibly embedded within him was considerably challenging. Fortunately, Su Chen had a profound understanding of the Proud Celestial Profound Scripture, fully mastering the control of spirit and the operation of Qi energy. Soon, he led his spirit to his ring finger, where he indeed sensed a peculiar and eerie aura nearby. It felt like a sinister red ghost fire, occupying several acupoints, agitating the blood there.
As his spirit slowly entered the ring finger, before reaching the aura, it was blocked by a barrier. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a cluster of blue Beast’s Qi Energy?
What’s going on, why is the Beast’s Qi Energy not staying in the Sea of Qi, but running to the acupoint of the hand for no reason?
Could it be warning his spirit not to approach here? Weighing his options, Su Chen decided to use his spirit to eliminate the obstruction from the Qi energy. Easily, that cluster of Beast’s Qi Energy transformed into a streak of light and disappeared from the ring finger, allowing his spirit to approach the ghost fire unhindered!
Utilizing the insights from the Proud Celestial Profound Scripture, even the forces beyond one’s original attributes could be easily mastered. Su Chen controlled that ghost fire with his spirit, effortlessly sensing the extremely similar aura on the surface—the Blood Shadow Thousand Spiders. Naturally, the next step was to absorb it. As he silently descended from the stone wall, a victorious smile reappeared on Su Chen’s face.
Holding the Bloodlight Longsword, he stepped toward the still-sleeping Zhao Tianjing, a rare trace of killing intent surfacing at the corner of his mouth.
"I have to kill you to pass the second trial; don’t blame me..."
Su Chen raised the Bloodlight Longsword, his grip suddenly shifting, the sword tip aimed at Zhao Tianjing’s heart. With this strike, unless protected by divine intervention, death was certain.
Su Chen steeled himself and thrust the longsword forward fiercely!
Suddenly, a plea escaped Zhao Tianjing’s lips from within his dreams, causing Su Chen to freeze in place. Holding his longsword, he appeared puzzled, as Zhao Tianjing’s eyes remained closed; indicating he hadn’t woken up yet. Did this mean he was talking in his sleep?
"Don’t kill my son, I beg you, please spare him, he’s only ten years old!"
Zhao Tianjing trembled as if struck by electricity, his face, once fierce, now showing a blend of pain and helplessness.
"I’ll kneel before you, begging you to have mercy, please spare him..."
An unexpected tear slipped from Zhao Tianjing’s dirty eyes.
Su Chen slowly withdrew the longsword, a hint of complexity appearing on his face. He stopped not because of Zhao Tianjing’s tears, but due to the merciful fatherhood he displayed.
Zhao Tianjing’s voice gradually faded, the tear at his eye eventually slipping into his thick whiskers.
Su Chen turned and headed towards the door, but after only a few steps, he heard Zhao Tianjing’s sorrowful voice from behind, "Without killing me, you can’t leave. Also, thank you for not killing me just now."
Turning back, Su Chen saw that the once fierce Demon Lord of Chaos was now unusually serene. His typically threatening face was filled with sadness and nostalgia.
"What happened to you?"
Su Chen softly asked.
Zhao Tianjing lay sideways on the floor, looking desolate. The faint red firelight reflected on his rugged face, adding an unusual sense of melancholy.
"I always thought that dream would pass, but unexpectedly, it persists, giving me no peace to sleep..."
Zhao Tianjing lamented.
Unable to resist, Su Chen walked over and sat down facing him. Maybe it was because someone as rugged as Zhao Tianjing wouldn’t stoop to deception, or perhaps the depth of his sorrow moved him, leading him to act impulsively.
"Is it about your son? Can you tell me?"
Zhao Tianjing lifted his head to look at Su Chen, his eyes showing a hint of aging murkiness. With a bitter smile, he said, "How ironic, I, Zhao Tianjing, who’ve killed countless people, am now complaining to a stranger child..."
He sighed to himself for a moment before shaking his head, "Forget it, since you want to hear it, I’ll tell you."