EFB Chapter 2390 Prisoners in Purgatory
Chapter 2390 Prisoners in Purgatory
Chapter 2390 Prisoners in Purgatory
Ling Jinbao deliberately laughed and said, "What nonsense are you spouting? Who do you think you are, daring to speak so disrespectfully to our Mother Goddess!"
The white-browed old man closed his eyes, not wanting to pay him any attention.
Ling Jinbao continued, "If you answer me obediently and satisfy my curiosity, maybe I'll use less force later."
At this moment, Aunt Zhu whispered to He Lingchuan, "Are they trapped in the secret realm behind the screen?"
He Lingchuan nodded: "It has no physical form, only a soul."
He had already realized that these two were not living people at all. Behind the screen was also a secret realm, where the Earth Mother had imprisoned them, restricting their movements, and for thousands of years they had suffered the torment of being burned by the earth's fire.
What kind of deep-seated hatred is this?
However, Immortal Mingke paid more attention to the stone sculpture than the golden sword. It was dressed in robes and was over seven feet tall.
“I recognize him.” Immortal Mingke felt that he looked somewhat familiar, and after taking a closer look, she said with emotion, “This is Wang Ye, the last leader of Changfeng Valley! I have seen his statue before.
He had seen the statue of Wang Ye at Lingshan.
Lingshan has a method to preserve three-dimensional virtual images of people, so lifelike that they are said to be exactly the same as the real person.
The other three people looked over when they heard the noise.
The Earth Mother actually sculpted the stone into the likeness of the leader of Changfeng Valley, and inserted a sword into its chest as a mechanism, deliberately placing it outside the Screen Secret Realm—
This is a blatant humiliation, one that these two souls must witness day and night.
Ling Jinbao's offer moved the old man with white eyebrows. His suffering here was endless; if he could say a few more words and suffer less, why not?
Anyway, what else does he have to lose?
"I am Liu Yisheng, the peak master of Bailu Peak in Changfeng Valley."
He then pointed to the stone sculpture with a golden sword inserted in its chest and said slowly, "This is Wang Ye, the sect leader of Changfeng Valley."
"It's just a stone sculpture."
"What do you know, you little demon?" Liu Yisheng said expressionlessly. "This is the real Wang Ye. After his death, the master of Yujing City specially sculpted a clay shell on his body and fired him into this stone puppet."
Even the well-informed Immortal Mingke felt a chill run down his spine upon hearing this. Changfeng Valley was a prestigious sect thousands of years ago, yet its sect leader's remains suffered such treatment, being toyed with by the Earth Mother.
He had also heard of the name "Liu Yisheng".
After the death of its leader, Changfeng Valley split into three factions, one of which was led by Liu Yisheng.
All four of them had heard the legend that the Earth Mother was the final slayer of these three factions.
Ling Jinbao couldn't help but say, "Where would an ordinary person come up with such an idea?"
This kind of perverse taste can only be achieved with a bit of creativity and ruthlessness.
“It’s no ordinary person!” Liu Yisheng smiled strangely. “It’s a misfortune for my Changfeng Valley to have produced the most vicious demon in the thousands of years since the sect was founded.”
That sounds a bit strange. The Earth Mother is old enough, and she has a natural stone body, making her older than any human. Why would she need to be "nurtured" by Changfeng Valley?
Ling Jinbao pointed to the middle-aged man squatting beside him: "And what about him?"
“He was originally my grand-disciple, Li Yun, the master of Jinfeng Cave.” Liu Yisheng also glanced at the middle-aged man, “He was also that wicked man’s uncle, and he has gone mad now.”
Despite being a grand-disciple, the way he looked at Li Yun was as indifferent as if he were looking at a stranger.
"Which wicked creature?"
"How did he go crazy?"
Ling Jinbao and Aunt Zhu asked questions at the same time.
Liu Yisheng lowered his eyes: "If you were trapped in this kind of place for thousands of years, suffering torment every day, constantly being burned by subterranean fire, and unable to commit suicide, you would also break down."
This is what it means to be unable to live or die. Li Yun, a dignified immortal, was ultimately driven mad by the torment of suffering.
Aunt Zhu asked him, "Then how come you're alright?"
"I want to hold onto a sliver of clarity and see what fate awaits that wicked creature!" Liu Yisheng said, each word distinct. "Having committed so many evil deeds, it will surely meet a terrible end, a hundred times more miserable than we have!"
He smiled, revealing his stark white teeth: "For this, I can wait! I don't care if it takes forever!"
His sect was gone, his physical body was gone, and only a lonely soul remained in purgatory.
Only hatred could sustain him on this path.
Aunt Zhu saw the hatred and madness in his eyes: "You're a bit crazy too, just not as bad as him."
After saying that, it raised its paw and placed it on the golden sword on the chest of the stone sculpture.
It had only intended to test the material, but upon seeing this action, the dazed Li Yun suddenly cried out in alarm:
"It's started, it's started!"
"My bowl! My bowl!"
He lowered his head and searched for a bowl on the ground.
Liu Yisheng remained silent, then kicked a stone bowl to Li Yun. Li Yun squatted down, holding the bowl, and counted as he rummaged through it: "One, two, three, four..."
The bowl contained millet and fine sand, the grains of which were almost the same size and color. Li Yun was about to take the two out of the bowl and stack them into two piles on the ground.
This was a task requiring patience, or rather, a tedious and agonizing job, but Li Yun was completely focused and worked with exceptional enthusiasm.
Ling Jinbao couldn't help but ask, "What's the point of separating them like this?"
“It’s no use,” Liu Yisheng said indifferently. “After we sort them, that wretched thing will just dump them all back together and make us keep counting the meters.”
“He just wants to see us fail.” He pointed to the golden sword on the stone sculpture’s chest. “If we refuse, he’ll activate the mechanism; if we count too slowly, he’ll activate the mechanism too.”
So when Li Yun saw Aunt Zhu's actions, he immediately squatted down several meters away, fearing that he would be punished if he was a step too slow.
Even if he's gone mad, this conditioned reflex has already been formed and is ingrained in his bones.
Even though he went mad, Mother Earth didn't let him go, and still made Li Yun count rice every day.
Aunt Zhu looked at him and said, "Is this fellow faking madness?"
If I pretend to be crazy, will I be able to avoid a lot of humiliation?
"He went mad less than a thousand years after he was imprisoned here," Liu Yisheng said expressionlessly. "No one can fake madness for thousands of years. Besides, that monstrous creature never stopped torturing us, so what's the point of pretending to be mad?"
As Li Yun lowered his head and reached out to pick something up, everyone immediately noticed the numerous whip marks on his arms and calves, a mix of red and black.
The red marks are blood stasis, and the black marks are scabs; the purple ones look shocking.
This is an old wound that hasn't healed, and a new one has been added.
He Lingchuan subconsciously glanced at the long whip around the statue's neck. Was it this whip that had struck him?
Ling Jinbao went even further, reaching out to grab the whip.
Upon seeing this, Li Yun was so frightened that he rolled on the ground, making loud "huihuihui" noises like a donkey.
Where is there any resemblance to an immortal?
Immortal Mingke felt a pang of pity, snatched the whip back, and hung it back on the stone sculpture: "He's suffered too much."
"What happened to the whip marks on your bodies?"
Liu Yisheng had kept his sleeves tucked in the front, but now he stretched out his hand, revealing that his entire arm was bruised and swollen like a radish.
(End of this chapter)