Journey to the End of the Night-Chapter 1233 - 810: The Final Calculation

Off-screen, Ji Pei’s expression suddenly turns heavy.

Even across the cold Time Record, outsiders can sense the aura of death permeating from the air within the scene.

Blood flows for ten miles, flowers bloom for ten miles.

The red spider lilies look back into infinity.

Ghouls possess the strongest desire in this world to feed, they crouch on the earth, desperately sniffing the blood flowing freely among the blazing petals.

The fiery red flowers, layered and dyed with blood, seem to burn brilliantly.

Flowers bloom in the blood mist, amidst the eerie bloodiness of the scene, there is a touch of strange, tragic, and desolate beauty.

The blood, like poison, leaves an exceedingly deadly allure in the air.

Packs of ghouls, upon licking the blood on the ground, plunge into a whirlpool of frenzied madness, rushing desperately towards Baili An.

A ghoul accurately bites his shoulder, tearing off a piece of flesh, where azure flames burn fiercely within the grotesque wound.

Such a cruel scene makes everyone involuntarily turn away.

Only Ji Pei, drenched in cold sweat, seems to realize something, murmuring: "Could it be..."

Su Jing’s gaze slides over coldly: "What?"

Ji Pei unconsciously swallows the dryness in his throat, speaking in a somber tone: "The Corpse Demon Clan, each possesses their own unique Superpower. The Young Master, as I see him, should possess the ’extraordinary self-healing’ power of the corpse demon talents."

Jun He frowns slightly and says: "Even at a time like this, what good is it for him to have such a miraculous corpse demon talent? No matter how powerful his self-healing power is, he faces 300,000 ghouls."

Ji Pei’s eyes darken as he says: "But Master Brother, don’t forget, within the Chaotic Netherworld Valley, the 300,000 ghouls are already all gone."

The crowd falls silent for a moment.

Baili Yu raises his reddened eyes, his heart filled with anxious unease: "What do you mean by that?"

Ji Pei replies: "Ghouls have corrosive Flame Poison, and corpse demons possess Corpse Poison. He allows poison into his body, feeding thousands of ghosts, each ghoul that consumes his flesh will have a Blood Curse planted within them. Once... once the Young Master dies, the Blood Curse ignites and erupts, any ghoul that has tasted his blood will perish in entirety. Thus, this can be done without harming an inch of the mountains and rivers, without needing the Sect Master or Dianjian Palace, losing cultivation, and eliminating the threat of ghouls."

Upon hearing these words, the crowd is deeply moved.

Jun He also trembles, finding it unfathomable that there could be someone so insane in this world.

He murmurs, shaking his head: "Impossible... Even so, how can his single body supply food for these 300,000 ghouls?"

Ji Pei remains silent.

Jun He’s words carry no disdain, because even Ji Pei believes that there is no body of any race in this world that could achieve this.

Even if possessing such extraordinary talent, a defiant, immortal body, Ji Pei believes that it requires an incredibly strong heart to endure the fear of being consumed alive?

To ensure that all 300,000 ghoul’s teeth could rip through his flesh, consuming it, in this long and terrifying process, he must stay completely conscious to maintain the blood curse from prematurely erupting.

Too cruel!

Ji Pei cannot imagine what kind of life one would have gone through to be so cruel to oneself, applying the butcher’s methods entirely upon oneself.

Watching the Yin Yang Record, one ghoul after another tears open the boy’s body, flesh and blood fly, organs and intestines are clawed out raw, the scene is bloody and terrifying, the neck ripped open by sharp claws, like being savagely bitten by a beast!

Yet in the next moment, fiery flower stamens bloom from the wounds, blood-red threads and veins entwine upwards along the stamens, forming new flesh swiftly, the grotesque, ravaged body heals as before.

Then once more, a new round of gnawing, tearing, partaking.

Then rebirth, ripping, rebirth, tearing.

An endless cycle, life and death alternate, as if reincarnation.

It is like a feast of blood, ghouls take turns feeding, filling the abyss of hunger from years past, they are immensely satisfied.

In the deep blood-soaked darkness, for a moment, the Mortal World, Purgatory, seem indistinguishable.

Among the onlookers, someone can’t help but swallow their nausea, unable to continue watching.

Within the Corpse Tide, the boy’s body resembles a broken doll, stitched then torn again.

Meanwhile, outside the Corpse Tide, Baili Yu, encased in the gentle halo of the Corpse Pearl, remains in slumber, the spiritual vein sealed by Spirit Transformation Powder gradually awakening, unaware of external matters.

Until the large red spider lilies fill the entire view of the Yin Yang Record, sprawling for miles, vast crimson flowers like flame, dazzling across the hills, nearly enveloping the endless bodies of ghouls tenderly.

His Blood Curse, just like him, is akin to fire blown into the wind, upon sight, everything is fragmented tenderness.

Even the method of killing is so gently portrayed it resembles seeing a resplendent spring when everything revives.

The crimson stamens wrap and engulf corpses, the 300,000 ghouls sink into the sea of flowers, the blood curse fully realized, flowers bloom and wither, flakes turn to ash, revealing the original gray mountain.

The boy lies on the ground, the horrific wounds on his body can no longer heal, as he dies, the bloody death aura invites carrion vultures and cold crows from the mountain, their wings descending...