Chapter 263: Planting the “Miracle Flower”
Xie Erlang, with his neck cut open, knelt on the ground in a posture that was hard for an ordinary person to achieve. His spine arched dramatically backward, and his split chest and abdomen opened wide like ripped packaging paper, exposing his internal organs to the air.
His heart had already stopped beating.
Typically, a person injured like this would be as good as dead; even if this was an urban legend, it would be half a life gone, yet Xie Erlang was still moving.
His hands were moving.
A pair of hands seemed to have gained independent consciousness, no longer belonging to that body, as all ten fingers rhythmically moved, like two strange giant worms, crawling up from the pool of bl**d along the shattered body until they reached his throat, gripping it tightly.
On his pale and bloodless arms, veins bulged out. Had it not been for the fact that he had already ceased to breathe moments earlier, he would probably have choked himself to d*ath with his own hands.
“I… killed him… I… came back to life?”
In the distance, Shen Baiwei vaguely heard Xie Erlang whispering while covering his throat with his hands.
As he had slashed his throat, the combat kn*fe had nearly torn it apart, resulting in a voice that came out raspy and eerie, like a windbag with a hole in it, as if the voice might slip away if not careful, and then quietly seep into her mind.
Following that, amidst the frenzied laughter and cheers erupting in the hall, a sticky sound of flesh squirming could be heard.
At first, it was only the horrific and grotesque edges of the wound, slightly wriggling, but soon it erupted en masse, the flesh of the entire body seemed to become a shapeless gel, boiling in sync with the increasing shouts and laughter, moving violently and erratically.
“Look, he’s coming back to life! He’s really coming back to life!”
“Hahaha, I won, I won!”
“Get away, don’t touch my money with your filthy hands! The other Miracle Saint isn’t dead yet, how can you say you won?”
“……”
As an outstanding product of the Tethys Laboratory, and having served there as an experimental assistant for a long time, Shen Baiwei had seen many “grand scenes,” but this moment still made her feel a twinge of tension.
However, her anxiety did not stem from not having seen such a scene before, but rather from the disaster having told her before it left that if someone corrupted by the Shaman Queen truly managed to achieve something that could be called a “miracle,” then it would prove that the plan to stop the Shaman Queen from eroding the God Realm Prototype had failed.
But what does failure mean?
The disaster didn’t tell her…
Just as Shen Baiwei hesitated briefly, a series of explosive sounds suddenly erupted from the violently squirming corpse that seemed moments away from resurrection.
It sounded as if the flesh was bursting open.
Following the sound, one could see, along with the explosive noise, a large amount of thick, deep red liquid that shone like asphalt, gushing out from his open chest like a spring.
It was hard to imagine that the originally somewhat frail body could produce liquid that was several times, or even a dozen times, the volume of the entire body.
It was more absurd than an orange that could yield two large cups of juice in an infomercial!
The deep red liquid churned, continuously condensing limbs such as hands and feet, then dissipating in an instant.
Seeing this, Shen Baiwei’s heart skipped a beat. She had seen similar entities once when she had just entered the God Realm Yumen.
The overwhelming black tide had taken away many members of the Miracle Cult and half-urban legends…
After a breath, a head resembling that of the youth emerged painfully from the swirling viscous liquid, its white eyes staring wide at Shen Baiwei, slowly opening its mouth, growing larger and larger, gradually exceeding human proportions.
Its mouth looked like a jagged wound that had been torn open, filled with mouths the size of eyes, each with tongues of various lengths and thicknesses, twisting like bloody tentacles, stirring around in the massive cavity.
As it opened and closed its mouth, the huge wound on its body seemed to open and close like a giant mouth as well, letting out a high-pitched sound that pierced the eardrums.
Though it said nothing, in the instant the screeching sound filled her ears, Shen Baiwei miraculously understood what it was trying to express.
It said, “I have come back to life, now it’s your turn!”
Seeing this, Shen Baiwei’s heart tightened, and she instinctively began to recite a spell, but then suddenly remembered something, furrowed her brows, summoned her powers, and called forth her beloved little notebook.
The situation had nearly escalated beyond control; should she use a spell to destroy the urban legend’s body right in front of her, it wouldn’t fundamentally solve the problem.
It was time to revert to a save point.
This was threatening her life, so why wait any longer to use the save function?
Although the disaster hadn’t told her what to do after a failure, how could the great Time Princess fear failure?
In her dictionary, the word “failure” did not exist. As long as she could succeed, even with a one in ten thousand chance, theoretically if she could endure the pain of reverting, she could revert ten thousand and one times to grasp success in her hands.
“……”
The b*stard disaster probably thought of this and deliberately didn’t tell her what to do after failure, right?
d*mn it! Can’t you just say it directly? Why use such a mind game?
Although she hadn’t had time to return to the Tethys Laboratory to find that “very important thing” and change the power of the Snake of Time from suppression to enslavement, she couldn’t recklessly use the save capability.
But now… at worst, she would just be stuck inside the God Realm Yumen from a thousand years ago, not going back!
Shen Baiwei thought fiercely, looking at the urban legend in front of her, her gaze slightly narrowing, and then she gently flipped open her little notebook with her fingertip.
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“Monsters, how dare you create chaos here?!”
Seeing the situation was bad, Chen Long quickly stepped forward, picked up his sword, and with a single step, swung the blade to create a fierce wind, slashing toward the monster.
What did the victory or defeat of this true and false Miracle Saint matter? At this moment, it was no longer worth worrying about.
However, before the blade could touch the monster at all, a torrent of thick liquid suddenly surged forth, sending both him and his sword flying.
Without waiting for him to rise again, the gathered crowd rushed at him, pinning him to the ground with seven hands and eight feet.
Beside him, Xia Lianqing had just recovered from the shock of the youth’s self-slaughter and barely had time to react before she watched the young man’s body, within a few breaths, transform into a horrific monster.
In terror, she hurriedly pushed into the center of the crowd.
But those who had already fallen into a frenzy did not even spare the Longxiang Army Armor Soldiers blocking their way and would naturally not take her seriously.
Before she could get close, a series of limbs from invisible sources reached out, physically blocking her outside the crowd.
They’ve gone mad, everyone has gone mad!
Completely insane.
As the youth came back to life and transformed into a monster, the surrounding crowd, instead of panicking and fleeing, pushed forward eagerly toward him.
“Now he’s really come back to life, he’s alive!”
“A miracle!”
“A miracle! Look… it’s a flower! The Miracle Flower!”
“……”
Soon, the continuously emerging red and black thick liquid engulfed small portions of their bodies.
From the waist up, their forms were exposed, moving with the wriggling red and black viscous fluid, swaying back and forth, their faces bearing the fervor and joy of a pilgrim.
Under the influence of the power of that red and black viscous liquid, some even thought they could possess such strange abilities, pulling out knives from their bags or picking up sharp objects nearby, trying out their own bodies.
From a distance, in the grand hall, over a hundred people looked like humanoid rice seedlings growing in a red and black rice paddy, swaying unavoidably in the wind.
A shrill explosive sound abruptly rang out.
It pierced everyone’s eardrums and tore apart their consciousness, as if to imprint suffering and fervor upon every soul.
Along with the explosion, countless viscous deep red substances appeared out of thin air in the hall of the Dai Mu Institute, turning into a spouting spring, the smell of bl**d spreading.
Xie Erlang’s “coming back to life” miracle pushed the revelry into a climax, as the power from the Shaman Queen, after eroding the perceptions of the hundreds present regarding miracles, was about to bear substance.
Undulating and squirming, an invisible gigantic entity moved intensively within the Dai Mu Institute, and even in a broader space.
Like being summoned, countless undetectable deep red rays rushed from all over the God Realm Yumen, dancing wildly and swirling in the hall of the Dai Mu Institute, resembling a delicate and exceptionally long deep red flower blooming brightly here.
The monster that Xie Erlang had turned into served as its robust roots, while the hundreds of lively lives about to perish would serve as nourishment to help it grow continuously.
The “Miracle Flower,” formed by the Shaman Queen’s twisted Hong Bian powers, had already been initially completed. Next, it just needed to spread until the layers of petals cast shadows, overshadowing every corner of the God Realm Yumen…
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Outside the Dai Mu Institute.
It was as if dark clouds had obscured the sun, and the heavenly light that illuminated the God Realm Yumen suddenly turned overcast, carrying a vague grayness.
Countless deep red rays quietly spread from the ground, ascending into the sky, swirling like a group of vultures waiting for food to d*e.
As those deep red rays continuously clustered, a sinister outline gradually took shape above the God Realm Yumen—it was a gigantic eye.
When that eye slowly opened, revealing a bizarre double pupil, the entire God Realm Yumen fell into a deadly silence.
It was quietly overlooking the earth.
On the ground, figures, under its gaze, emerged from dark corners and began walking in all directions toward the Longxiang Army camp, the County Prince’s Mansion, the southern wall, and the Dai Mu Institute, towards all corners of the God Realm Yumen.
From one angle, they were like Xie Erlang—a “seed.”
The “seed” of the Miracle Flower, after corruption and distortion.
Now, it was time to plant these “seeds” in the fertile soil of the God Realm Yumen.
“Boom—!”
A hoarse roar of low thunder erupted from deep within the sky.
As if repelling or punishing those deep red rays gathered in the heavens, golden lightning suddenly descended, where it passed, the deep red rays instantly dissipated and then re-congealed as if mocking with malice.
Thus, two streams of spirit energy from different sources violently collided in the sky, creating a series of roars.
Yet this struggle, beyond common understanding, was unseen by the creatures on the ground; all they could see were twisted figures in various corners of the city gate, spewing out thick, bl**d-scented waves that stirred anger and bloodlust.
One giant deep red flower after another bloomed in every corner of the God Realm Yumen.
The entire God Realm Yumen seemed to gradually turn into a vast battleground, an atmosphere steeped to the extreme, just waiting for a command to sound the arrival of a massacre.
But before that, cheers and laughter filled the entire God Realm Yumen.
In this tense atmosphere, hardly anyone noticed that the temperature was silently rising, and the air showed signs of swirling heat, just as few noticed when drought arrived—the first blade of grass withered, and when the first stream dried up.
No one would notice that in a remote corner of the large city gate, on a “petal” formed from the converging deep red rays, a barely noticeable spark quietly appeared.
Then.
Like a spark igniting the center of a piece of paper, the scorch marks rapidly spread across the entire petal.
Starting from the outer layer, the “Miracle Flowers” that had just begun to bloom quickly withered and decayed…
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Inside the Dai Mu Institute.
“Stop! You all stop!”
“Can’t everyone see, that’s a monster? Wake up!”
As her body was gradually covered in the asphalt-like thick red and black liquid, and seeing one familiar or unfamiliar person after another facing misfortune, Xia Lianqing let out weak cries of despair.
Just when she was about to give up hope, a scream reached her ears.
“Ah—!”
Looking toward the sound, a music girl stared wide-eyed at the monster in the center of the hall, her face filled with terror.
“Help… help! Help me!”
Before Xia Lianqing could understand how her sister had escaped that terrifying frenzy, voices pleading for help began to rise beside her.
“Oh my! What… what is that thing? A monster, there’s a monster!”
“My body… d*mn, I’m stuck? Someone help me?!”
“……”
More and more cries for help erupted, causing the entire Dai Mu Institute to boil over.
Weird! How did they… suddenly stop being insane? Doubt appeared on Xia Lianqing’s face.
Quietly, without a sound, something had changed. The hundreds who had been completely lost to insanity suddenly woke up in an instant.
“Bang—!”
With a sudden explosive sound, the monster’s twisted and terrifying body in the center of the hall exploded, showering the entire Dai Mu Institute with splattered bl**d and flesh.
The red and black viscous liquid that surged from the exploded body instantly unleashed a powerful wave, pushing everything outward…
