875 Unhinge
Wang Wei further opened the seal of his memories and spiritual power from his second life as the Myriad Devourer. After accessing this massive source of spiritual power, he mobilized his Soul Dao to cast a terrifying illusion.
Di Tian immediately tried to resist. However, his Samsara Dao was still in a weakened state because of the previous Order-Disorder Technique. Furthermore, he discovered even by changing his previous three Emperor Artifacts to ones designed explicitly with Soul or protection Grand Dao Source, he could not stop the illusion.
Then, his nightmare began.
"Where am I?" asked Di Tian, looking around. He saw he was in a brightly lit room, and his arms were chained. He tried to break them, mobilizing his overwhelming power to break free.
Alas, he discovered the ability of these chains was beyond his capabilities.
"Oh, you're awake," suddenly said a voice that drew Di Tian's attention. He saw a handsome young man with silver-gray hair and eyes enter this dungeon-like room.
"Wang Wei? Why are you here? What have you done to me?" he asked coldly. His memories were foggy, but he suddenly remembered he was in a terrible battle with the person before him, and he seemed to have lost.
"None of that matters," said Wang Wei, his eyes colder than anything Di Tian has seen in his life. Suddenly, he had a terrible omen.
"I have a surprise for you," said Wang Wei before clapping his hand. Then, Di Tian's eyes almost popped. He saw his wife–Qiao Ning–in
all perfection and glory, slowly walking into the room before standing behind Wang Wei like an obedient puppy. She looked at him with a blushing face and sparkling eyes.
"Ning'er, what are you doing here? Why are you looking at him like this?"
However, she paid him no mind and only looked at the ground shyly. Di Tian could sense some sort of anticipation from her.
"What–"
"I hope you enjoy the show," said Wang Wei with a sneer. Then, he waved his hand to create a barrier that seemed to isolate sound. Finally, he turned to Qiao Ning and slowly undressed. While she was shy, he was far from it; on the contrary, he seemed adept at removing her clothes.
Without hesitation or pause, Wang Wei removed his clothes before placing Qiao Ning on the floor. Soon afterward, a pleasant sound echoed in the room, followed by the Dao Rhyme of Yin-Yang.
"Noooooooo," screamed Di Tian, the sounds of chains rattling reverberating in this dungeon. Sadly, his voice could not penetrate the barrier, but he could hear everything on the other side.
For the next few hours, his screams became embedded in the very foundation of the room. Unfortunately, nothing he did would stop what he was forced to watch.
Di Tian tried to close his eyes and closed off his other senses. However, her moaning voice penetrated deep into his soul. Somehow, the voice without any visuals made the experience even worse.
Di Tian felt his sanity rapidly sleeping into an endless abyss with each passing second. His mind fractured and was on the verge of collapse. The only thing keeping him sane or even alive was his hatred and the constant reminder that this was not real.
However, the truth was before him, and no matter what he did, he could not break out of this "Illusion."
Wang Wei put his clothes back on, "How do you like my show?"
"I will kill you," roared Di Tian, trying to catch Wang Wei by the throat. His hands were only a few centimeters from his target, but the chains did not provide him with any more mobility.
Wang Wei calmly watched him, not even batting an eye when he was this close. Instead, he sneered: "This is just the beginning." He walked away, and with a snap of his finger, the sleeping Qiao Ning floated in the air to follow him.
The next day, Wang Wei appeared in the dungeon and put on another show for Di Tian.
"I swear, she is sweeter than yesterday," said Wang Wei, creepily licking his lips as he put on his clothes. "Is this the characteristics of a Perfect Creature? She gets firmer instead of looser? Tch, tch, no wonder you were so infatuated."
"Arrrrrgh." Di Tian released a bestial growl as his eyes turned to bloodshed. His palms were bleeding as he dug his nails into them. However, his physical pain was nothing compared to the psychological one.
"There is no need to get wile up," said Wang Wei with a smirk. "Today is only the second day. We have plenty of time. Don't worry. I promise to make things memorable for you."
Wang Wei walked away, ignoring the growling and the clinking sounds of the chains. The next day, he returned and performed the same show.
"I was right. This little goblin is getting better. I didn't think I would one day have to worry whether my kidneys could keep up," said Wang Wei with a lewd smile.
"Why?" asked Di Tian, his voice full of hatred, anger, sadness, and unwillingness; he had a defeatist aura or atmosphere around him.
"Why are you doing this?"
Wang Wei looked at him with his cold eyes. "You might not remember our battle, but during it, you took away something from–
something I love dear. So, as punishment, I will torture you until the end of time.
"I will slowly break your spirit, repair it, and continue the cycle. Don't worry, this is just the beginning. I have plenty more in store for you."
Wang Wei walked away. On the fourth day, after finishing his show, he saw Di Tian's hair had turned all white, and his spirit reached the lowest level. However, he only glanced at him before continuing the cycle.
After a month, Di Tian knelt on the ground, begging to stop. He offered countless conditions, even his eternal servitude. All he wanted was for you to stop and give him back his Ning'er.
However, Wang Wei only looked at him with cold gazes; this was just the beginning.
After three months, Di Tian begged again. However, he was begging for his life this time. He asked Wang Wei to release him from suffering by killing him and showing him mercy. He had tried to end his life, but the restrictions on the chains prevented him from succeeding.
So, all he wanted was relief.
"You don't deserve my mercy since you brought this upon yourself."
Di Tian suddenly felt an intense hatred, not toward Wang Wei, but toward himself. He did not know what he did to bring on such a vile form of torture, but he hated his former self for pushing things to such an extent.
For a brief moment, he felt he might have deserved such a harsh punishment for whatever it was he did.
After six months of this constant torture, Di Tian's spirit could no longer take it and was on the verge of collapsing. However, Wang Wei released a large quantity of spiritual power to keep his last sanity intact.
"Like I said, this was just the beginning," said Wang Wei with a sneer. The next day, something changed–a third person appeared with Wang Wei and Qiao Ning.
"Big Brother Qiao Feng," said Di Tian, looking at the purple-robe youth before him. He seemed to have thought about what was going to happen, and he yelled:
"No, no, no, you can't do this."
"But I can, and I will," said Wang Wei, sneering. "I have gone to extreme lengths to revive him. Now, enjoy the show."
Wang Wei left the room at the sound of Di Tian's voice, full of unbearable agony.
For the next six months, Di Tian watched the women he loved being defiled by his former big brother, who betrayed him. The mental torment broke his psyche on the second day Qiao Feng had his turn, but Wang Wei always preserved his last burst of sanity.
So, after a year, not a single voice could be heard from Di Tian's mouth. He watched and experienced everything with a listless appearance.
"Defeated so quickly?" said Wang Wei as he scrutinized him. "This can't be good. I still have some other things planned. Well, no matter, the next show should simulate you."
He clapped his hands, and five people walked into the room. They were dressed in rags, dirt all over their coarse clothes, and an almost tangible stench emanated from their bodies.
"All of you are the lowest of society. However, today, you will experience something that even the most powerful cultivators never had the chance to–touch a perfect creature.
"Now, have fun; for today only, forget all your worries."
Wang Wei coldly looked at Di Tian, who had a look of horror in his face. Then, he slowly walked out of the room, not minding the beggars' discussion on who gets to go first.
'Like I said, this is just the beginning.'
