TYMIMA Chapter 144

Zhan Pingchuan’s consciousness suddenly broke free from the Spirit Realm system as he opened his eyes in reality.

 

The black liquid seemed to have encountered something insurmountable, retreating from his body like a tide. His breathing became light again, and blood-red totems floated in his pupils.

 

Benbu’s madness froze on his skull-like shriveled face, his eyeballs embedded in their sockets shaking violently up and down.

 

“Wuhe leng… wuhe leng!” (Impossible)

 

Impossible!

 

This was a miracle, something mortals couldn’t resist—how could this person force back his black liquid?

 

Something must have gone wrong. He’d try again and definitely blast Son-in-law to pieces!

 

Benbu’s waterless throat could no longer make any clear sounds. He waved his dry-stick fingers to gather the black liquid again, lunging at Zhan Pingchuan.

 

Receiving orders, the black liquid instantly gathered into a stream, rising like a venomous snake to bite Zhan Pingchuan.

 

The totem in Zhan Pingchuan’s eyes gradually faded. His gaze sharpened as he crossed his palms, a barrier blocking in front of him.

 

Only this time, red light seeped from his palms, gradually spreading to cover the entire barrier.

 

BANG!

 

The gurgling black liquid crashed heavily against the barrier, trying to penetrate through tiny gaps, but this time the barrier was seamless, perfectly scattering the black liquid.

 

The black liquid flowed to the ground, jumping restlessly and splashing high.

 

Zhan Pingchuan looked at his palm in amazement—it was healthy and flushed, with the thickest blood vessels faintly visible. Nothing else was abnormal, and he didn’t know where the red light came from.

 

Benbu’s transparent-thin lips tore open a crack, revealing a row of protruding teeth. His gums were deeply sunken, making him look horrifying.

 

“Rao si! Rao si!” (Seeking death)

 

Benbu tore at his dry throat, roaring angrily. The black liquid was infected by his emotion, forming several water whips that lashed fiercely at Zhan Pingchuan.

 

Zhan Pingchuan leaped back nimbly, skillfully dodging each black liquid attack.

 

The debris-covered stone slabs under his feet were shattered to pieces, fragments flying everywhere with dust dancing, frightening prisoners on three floors into successive screams.

 

They’d seen with their own eyes that Benbu’s ability wasn’t constrained by rare lead ore—meaning if they touched the black liquid, they’d only have one path: death.

 

“Federation government, may you die horribly!”

 

“They call us demons, thugs, perverts—now who looks more like a demon?”

 

“So disgusting, he’s just like a zombie!”

 

“So the high officials from the restricted zone are things like this, full of concentrated liquid!”

 

“Expose them! They should be exposed!”

 

“They must be evil spirits—how can the Federation be led by such people!”

 

“Still talking about gods—what god looks so ugly?”

 

“Does anyone have a mirror for him? He must not know he looks like an alien from a horror movie!”

 

…

 

Chaotic curses came from everywhere, making Benbu’s bone frame creak with rage.

 

“Wu xu li men wu ru shen ming! Li men zhe xie da ni wu dao de lou yi! Zhe si qiang da, si hao ji!” (Don’t let them insult the gods! You rebellious ants! This is powerful, this is high-level!)

 

“Wu xu!” (Don’t!)

 

“Wu xu!” (Don’t!)

 

Benbu roared excitedly. The black liquid writhed like human tissue, splitting into countless tiny capillaries. Those constantly dividing branches spread like a membrane network, crawling into various cell doors.

 

BANG! BANG! BANG!

 

Prisoners exploded one by one, becoming bloody mud. Flesh fragments rained down like droplets, sprinkling on the gray-white stone slabs.

 

“Devil!”

 

“Help! Help!”

 

“Black Lantern Society, kill him quickly!”

 

“Kill this Federation government monster!”

 

Benbu burst more black liquid from his body. His throat bone was completely locked, sucking tightly against the membrane like a vacuum.

 

He wasn’t a monster—he was blessed by the gods, a faithful believer, the supreme chief messenger.

 

These vulgar humans couldn’t see the gods’ power and beauty—they were shallow, they deserved to die!

 

While dodging the black liquid’s attacks, Zhan Pingchuan kept talking: “What kind of cult do you believe in, babbling about gods all day?”

 

“They made you like this, and instead of tearing apart their ancestors, you’re trying to change public aesthetics here?”

 

“I’ve been wanting to say this—can your organization change work uniforms? Look at this wrapping—does it look good like a cocoon?”

 

“What crawls out of cocoons isn’t necessarily butterflies—could also be moths.”

 

Benbu was so angry smoke came from his seven orifices, nearly rolling his eyes and fainting, because the god’s symbol was precisely a moth spreading its wings—the true form the elders had personally witnessed.

 

Benbu’s bone joints had become stiff from lack of lubrication. Any slight movement made his body creak.

 

He looked at Zhan Pingchuan with those venomous eyes as the black liquid boiled like water, bubbling and gurgling, slowly wrapping the black night in a layer of twisted, trembling black mist.

 

The absurd verbal battle should end—he’d send Son-in-law to hell now!

 

Zhan Pingchuan’s words stopped, his expression becoming serious. He felt the black liquid’s powerful force from a distance, as if some indescribable thing had frozen and boiled this liquid mass, bringing every atom to its most explosive state.

 

Fifty meters beneath the frozen soil, wind arose from nowhere.

 

Zhan Pingchuan’s hem and hair were blown up, fluttering rustling. Soon ice formed on his hair tips and eyelashes. Unlike the scorching heat he’d felt in the Spirit Realm system, the black mist now emanated extreme cold.

 

Suddenly—

 

Cold air swept over. Zhan Pingchuan felt the lights dim as liquid particles filled the sky.

 

Damn!

 

Just as he was about to dodge, the expanding black liquid suddenly gathered like a giant net, completely enveloping him. Before barriers could block it, the black liquid suddenly solidified, becoming extremely hard and freezing him inside in a perfect square.

 

Benbu lifted his transparent lips in silent laughter. His black liquid’s solid state was indestructible—just a thin layer could wrap someone into a lifelike specimen. Now using all his liquid to seal Son-in-law, he guaranteed Son-in-law wouldn’t live past two minutes.

 

Nothing in this world could break this solidification, except miracles from the depths of chaos.

 

He creaked his skull around to look at White Pharaoh, still healing his teammate.

 

After killing Son-in-law, next would be White Pharaoh.

 

He anticipated seeing despair and pain on White Pharaoh’s face—the fear of approaching doomsday.

 

 

Such power deserved everyone’s fear and trembling!

 

But Benbu’s eyes soon became confused.

 

Because White Pharaoh’s eyes were clear and bright, without any fear. He just quietly watched Son-in-law trapped by the black liquid, as if waiting for something.

 

Suddenly, a blood-red thread shot out from the indestructible black stone.

 

Benbu jerked his head with a crack, his face changing dramatically.

 

Then more blood-red threads shot out from different positions in the black stone, like countless arrows piercing through the frozen shackles!

 

The black stone began trembling violently. The pierced gaps made cracking sounds as ugly, winding cracks appeared on the black stone’s surface, as if an angry flame was burning inside.

 

BANG!

 

The black stone’s endurance finally reached its critical point. Large and small fragments scattered and burst apart, fleeing like the scorching center.

 

The air temperature rose rapidly, humid mist instantly dried up, and the bone-chilling Loracity Icefield seemed to be steaming above a volcano.

 

If someone could look down from above at this vast white island, they’d see the snow covering the surface year-round melting at a visible rate—ice layers thinning, soil exposed, snowmelt forming streams pouring into the sea from all directions!

 

No no no no… impossible!

 

How could a human have such energy, such flames?

 

Benbu shook like a sieve, finally looking at Zhan Pingchuan with terrified eyes.

 

Zhan Pingchuan’s gaze was sharp, his expression deep. His clenched fingers suddenly opened as [Linear Bending] activated, threads shooting straight for Benbu’s throat!

 

The silver threads looked like firework fuses as blood-red light ignited them like flames. When the scorching red fire burned to the thread’s end—

 

Splurt!

 

The blood thread pierced through Benbu’s throat, the explosive force hurling his shriveled body a hundred meters away, crashing into the wall and leaving a deep crater.

 

Benbu slid down the stone wall, his skull deflating like a punctured ball.

 

He finally admitted this person possessed miracles like him.

 

And this person was more talented, already able to imprint miracles on every ability.

 

Jealousy, anger, fear, curses—complex and dark emotions grew in his heart. Benbu struggled to raise his finger, summoning the black liquid back.

 

Faster, faster…

 

As long as the black liquid refilled his body, he could recover. He was an elemental Awakened—the black liquid was part of him.

 

The shattered black stone softened into liquid again, like surging waves rushing toward Benbu.

 

Closer, even closer!

 

Hope rekindled in Benbu’s eyes.

 

Just then, space-time tore open a huge rift before him, instantly swallowing all the rushing black liquid.

 

Stop! Stop quickly!

 

Benbu shrieked through his torn throat!

 

But Zhan Pingchuan decisively crushed his last hope, the rift instantly closing and leaving all the black liquid beyond space.

 

Zhan Pingchuan smiled coldly, bright red flames burning in his palm again.

 

He couldn’t die! He couldn’t die! He had to tell the elders about other miracles manifesting!

 

Benbu struck the stone wall hard, his eyeballs staring straight up.

 

The next second, the stone wall behind him suddenly disappeared, and his shriveled skin rolled over.

 

“Damn!” Zhan Pingchuan struck like lightning, but the blood thread still hit the thick stone wall hard.

 

With the old madman around, this prison still constrained them everywhere.

 

Five minutes had passed. Lance finished treating Popov. Though Popov hadn’t awakened yet, at least his life was saved.

 

“Still let him escape!” Zhan Pingchuan was full of regret.

 

But Lance stood up, ran over in big strides, and threw himself heavily into Zhan Pingchuan’s arms.

 

He pressed his cheek against Zhan Pingchuan’s pulsing neck, breathing deeply with lingering fear: “Good that you’re okay.”

 

He was truly worried sick. If Zhan Pingchuan died before him, he’d probably lose his sanity and completely believe in the Outer God, letting the whole world fall.

 

Zhan Pingchuan gently patted Lance’s back, soothingly kissing Lance’s cold ear bone, temples, and crown: “I’m fine. Your husband’s amazing.”

 

“Mm.” Lance greedily inhaled the familiar gentian pheromones.

 

After cuddling affectionately for a while, Zhan Pingchuan recalled the battle. He’d seen with his own eyes his high-end, classy silver threads and light blue barriers turn flashy blood red.

 

It seemed the black liquid seeping into his eyeballs had left aftereffects.

 

He looked hesitant, carefully probing: “Baby, if I become red-blue colorblind, would you still love me?”

 

“…”

 

Lance quietly looked at Zhan Pingchuan. After a few seconds, he indulgently and dotingly stood on tiptoe, pressing his lips up: “Always.”

 

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