Mu Cang felt the majestic torrent of pain that permeated the entire hell, and couldn't help but ponder:

"If I devour all the pain in this hell, then it will only be a matter of time before the ancient myths and even the ancient myths are fulfilled."

It's just an idea, though.

Sensing the Leviathan will hidden in the wisps of painful emotions around him, he knew very well that even if he only absorbed the slightest bit, he would immediately attract the other party's close attention.

This is also normal, after all, the entire Hell of Pain belongs to the Leviathan's private domain.

In particular, this painful emotion is the food for his evolution and the foundation of his existence, how can he not care about it.

However, this did not prevent Mu Cang from sneering at Leviathan's stupidity:

"What a waste, so many painful emotions have been absorbed for more than how many years, and he is still just a false god."

He had come up with a solution, a way to settle the Leviathan once and for all and then take over this painful hell.

Step ~ Step ~ Walking around another corner, Mu Cangtang glanced at the nail head next to him and asked:

"Spencer, do you remember what you went through as a human?"

Hearing the master's question, the nail head shook his head slightly.

Apparently, he had completely forgotten about it.

"Then......" Mu Cang thought for a moment, "Leviathan should have read or devoured all the memories of the transformed in the process of transforming the curse into a monk."

"Yes master." Nail Head said in a deep voice, "The Leviathan will seek out all the painful fragments of the memories of the dead souls, and then enjoy those painful moments in an immersive way, and then collect and store these memories for future generations.

It's his instinct, and as long as he starts, he can't stop."

"Yes." Mu Cang grinned, "Very good, give me a rough description of how the Leviathan transformed humans."

"Yes, master."

Nail Head nodded slowly, "If someone opens the mourning box on earth, then his body will be torn apart by the large number of iron hooks that protrude from the box, and only a wisp of the dead soul will be taken to hell by us.

Upon reaching Hell, these souls are given a mangled body to become Cursers.

If his potential is too mediocre to appreciate and enjoy the art of sadism, then he will have to wander through the pits and torture chambers to endure endless torture, providing a constant stream of suffering for hell."

Speaking of this, Nail Head couldn't help but sigh, "Mortals have too narrow an understanding of pleasure, they can't understand the abuse and the ultimate enjoyment that comes from being abused."

Then he continued, "Those who are inferior and useless, when their souls are broken, will be put into walls and live in memories and pain forever.

If the potential is good, then they will not suffer the fate of being built into the wall, and they will get a luxurious "personal hell"."

[In view of the general environment,

"Deluxe...... Personal hell......" Mu Cang raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise and said, "Open one and show me."

"Good master." The nail head nodded respectfully, and then raised his hand and stretched out his index finger to tap it lightly in the void in front of him.

Buzz –

Time and space fluctuated, and the surrounding deep corridor scene model lake disappeared, and began to quickly change positions.

During this period, the breath that had been dead and dull on the nail head was also agitated, faintly exuding a breath like a bright moon.

That's right, Spencer, the nail head who is the high priest of hell, is a Radiant Moon-level existence.

But unlike the Radiant Moon wizards in the world of Ansel, most of Spencer's strength comes from Leviathan's transformation, not his own cultivation.

The blood is the blood of the Leviathan, the leather cloak worn outside the body is the flesh of the Leviathan, and even its most important soul is mixed with a lot of Leviathan power.

Of course, the Hell Monks also barely practiced this concept.

They are usual

In addition to the endless abuse of the curses, the main thing is to serve as a jailer, responsible for the countless suffering souls in hell.

These monks tend to work in groups, like the nail heads in the movie "Chasing the Ghost" are groups of four.

Such groups are often referred to as the "Rift Order", or "Penance".

As a high priest with a higher status than the average monk, Spencer was responsible for more work.

One of them was the regular organization of prayers for the friars, prayers for the Leviathan.

This kind of everything also led to Spencer's "foundation" being extremely poor, so he was captured by Mu Cang at a glance and became another of his spiritual scroll clans.

Buzz –

The surrounding scene gradually became clearer.

The position where the two of them stood was also transformed into a gray stone square with a side of several hundred meters long.

In the middle of the square sits a classic-looking manor house, surrounded by strange trees.

After a few steps closer, I found that the gate of this manor was made of heavy aggregate grinding and cutting, and there were intricate secret patterns carved on it, which looked very strange.

The stone steps in front of the door are paved with almost petrified eyeballs, which make people feel very awkward to step on.

Bang –

After pushing the bone door open and entering the manor, there is a black fountain in the center of the blood-colored lawn, and thick painful emotions spray out from the center of the fountain to all sides, forming a terrifying black curtain full of despair, which makes people feel uneasy.

Walking across the lawn to the main building of the manor, the overall structure is made of dirty white aggregate, and the tall bone pillars support the whole building, which looks both majestic and terrifying.

"It's a great place to live."

Mu Cang admired the surrounding scenery and said with a smile, "Suitable for the devil to live."

With that, he pushed open the door of the main building and entered the hall.

As soon as he entered, he saw the bloody furniture that filled the hall that could not be explained in words and words.

In the dim light of the crystal lamps overhead, the sofas, coffee tables, bookcases, and long tables in the hall are all very delicate, and the materials and craftsmanship that make them can be made...... But it's incredibly cruel.

"Hmm...... Mu Cang looked the furniture up and down, and said casually, "These are made from part of the resident's own body."

"Yes." Nail Head said slowly, "Happiness can be reaped by the hard-working people, and these furniture are made by the spell practitioners who live here with their own hands, using their own skin, blood, muscles, internal organs, bones, and brain marrow.

Consume and recover at the same time, so that you can enjoy the ultimate pain of flesh and blood, and at the same time get comfort and comfort in the hard work, killing two birds with one stone."

"And screaming, isn't it?" Mu Cang laughed.

"There's always to be some note to embellish the music." Nail Head shrugged, "It's inevitable."

"So, where are these residents?" Mu Cang looked around and suddenly looked under the floor, "Basement?"

Buzz –

As soon as the words fell, the surrounding scene instantly became a lake, and the two of them suddenly came to the dark basement.

As soon as he came here, Mu Cang saw that in this slightly narrow underground space, there were three unique ...... Instruments of torture.

A gurgling pool of turbid bubbles, an iron coffin densely packed with moving spikes, and a pit kiln with a diameter of four or five meters that constantly crackles and burns.

"Interesting."

Opening his mental vision, Mu Cang suddenly saw that in each of these three torture instruments, there were three pieces of flesh and blood in the size of a half-human who were constantly twitching and trembling.

Yes, the three inhabitants have been corroded, stabbed, and burned to flesh, with no facial features and limbs.

Moreover, these three torture instruments seemed to have been subjected to terrible evil magic, and the pain felt by the curse disciples lying in them every minute and every second would be dozens or hundreds of times greater than in a normal state.

Of course, the pain they gushed out wildly is hundreds, thousands, or even thousands of times greater than that of those "wall-builders".

This is only the level of "quantity", and it is far more than the level of "quality".

"Mind Swing ......"

At this time, Mu Cang observed for a moment that in fact, the flesh and blood pain brought to the "guests" by these three torture instruments was just the "key" to open the more terrible pain.

This even more terrible pain comes from the spiritual level of these "residents".

The magic torture instrument will transform the deepest negative emotions of their souls, the most extreme thoughts, and the fragments of memories that they want to forget into entities, appearing in their respective spiritual realms.

The "residents" then fall into the endless sorrow and fear created by their own thoughts and memories...... There is no liberation.

"Man's greatest suffering often comes not from the body, but from the soul and memory."

Mu Cang whispered leisurely.

Spencer, the nailhead standing on the sidelines, nodded silently, clearly agreeing with this.

Mu Cang raised his head, and his mind overlooked his vision from a distance, ignoring all obstructions, and "looked" at the Leviathan, which was quietly suspended on the outside of this huge labyrinth, tens of millions of kilometers above.

After watching from afar for a few seconds, he suddenly smiled, "Since you like to see other people's painful memories so much, I'll give you a big gift."

The real universe, the Milky Way.

In the vast void, Mu Cang (the body), who had already eaten up the entire Immortal Spiral Arm for 60,000 light years, hundreds of millions of stars and immeasurable intelligent life, was now stepping into the even larger Centaur Spiral Arm.

Boom –

In one second, hundreds of thousands of star systems in the huge interstellar space with a diameter of 1,000 light-years instantly "melted" into infinite light and heat under Mu Cang's will, turning into rivers of blazing light that were even larger than the solar system, enveloping a large number of intelligent life planets hundreds of millions of times faster than the speed of light across long distances, and flying into the dimensional rifts all over his body.

At this moment, Mu Cang's movements, which seemed to be a giant of the universe, stopped slightly, and his majestic and radiant divine thoughts immediately reversed the current, and quickly entered a certain three-dimensional unit cell in his body.

It was empty, with only one star system slowly moving.

This is the solar system, and it is a "commemorative ornament" specially kept by Mu Cang.

There is still a blue star here, but it is a replica.

An unmanned blue star that has been perfectly replicated at the level of elementary particles.

The real Blue Star and all the human beings have now "moved" to the "Flood World" located inside another three-dimensional unit cell in Mu Cang's body.

However, Mu Cang's target is not Blue Star.

It's the sun.

"The First Devil—Matteru Ellis."

At the core of the sun's blazing heat, a figure like a streamer slowly emerged.

This is the manifestation of Mu Cang's divine thoughts.

Against the backdrop of the infinite incandescent white, this ethereal incarnation of divine thought appears both illusory and majestic, both fragile and majestic.

He slowly stretched out his palm, raised two fingers, and pinched a black point of light as fine as dust hovering in the boundless sea of light, and smiled:

"It's been a long time, Elis, well, it's not long, it's been since I last put you here...... Less than a month passed.

Hehe, of course, for you, 68,000 years have passed, 68,000 years of absolute soberness, absolute loneliness and absolute boredom."

It was just Mu Cang's muttering, and he didn't mean to talk to Eris.

Because for Ellis, who is now in the "torture of nothingness", even a dirty insult is a supreme gift, enough to make him reminisce for a long time, and to survive the loneliness and boredom of despair.

"Don't gossip."

Mu Cang's finger pinching the black dot flickered slightly, "Lend your memory."

Buzz –

The black point of light trembled rapidly, and in an instant, all the memories of Elis imprisoned inside the point of light, including the memories of the desperate 68,000 years of nothingness, were all copied by Mu Cang.

Then he let go of the black dot and disappeared

The interior of the sun.

Leaving only Ellis, unaware of this, to continue his "torment" of nothingness that would last for countless billions of years.

Realistic starry sky.

Mu Cang slowly came back to his senses and looked at the small ball of light in his huge palm.

This light cluster is the weapon used against Leviathan this time - Memories of Eris.

He wasn't going to take a taste of the memory.

Although Mu Cang was not afraid of 68,000 years of loneliness, it was completely necessary.

"Don't you love pain, these 68,000 years of loneliness when you had no hearing, no touch, no sight, no taste, no smell, and all senses, and you couldn't sleep, you couldn't touch anyone or anything, you couldn't even break down, and you couldn't relieve your loneliness with anything you could imagine...... It should taste good."

Mu Cang smiled coldly, "No, I don't think it's enough, it's far from enough."

With that, he wrapped this "Memory of Eris" in layers with endless light.

Suddenly, it defied common sense and swelled its "volume" to as much as one million times its original size.

That is, 68 billion years of desperate and lonely memories.

"It is equivalent to counting from the second of the birth of the universe to the twenty-first century, and it is a full 13.7 billion years......

Mu Cang smiled very jokingly, "...... And go back and forth five times."

Somewhere in the vast void of the fantasy realm, in the midst of a painful hell.

Mu Cang (clone) suddenly opened his eyes, looked at the dark starry memory crystal diamond in his palm, and grinned, "Then, let's start."

Hiss –

His resentful body slowly collapsed, shrinking into a ray of scarlet light.

At this moment, the majestic power of hatred also scattered and flew in all directions, cleansing and swirling in the air, wrapping around the crystal condensed by the "Memories of Eris", layered on top of each other.

In just a few seconds, it turned into a slightly sluggish revenant.

And at this moment, the scarlet light that had been hanging in the air for a long time also suddenly penetrated into the eyebrows of the revenant.

The power of resentment that had been circulating around the area worked again, and from nothing it began, a body about thirty or forty years old, with an obscene appearance and a thin body, and a body covered with blood and scars.

In the next moment, the revenant stepped head-on and immersed himself in the body.

Goo Dong ......

Heart beat.

The obscene middle-aged body trembled immediately.

Bones, internal organs, muscles, and skin trembled, and even the tattered linen clothes worn on the body fluctuated slightly.

"True memories, illusory souls, broken bodies, I exist between the three."

Mu Cang's voice faintly resounded around him, "Under the unity of the three, Leviathan will definitely not be able to detect it.

When he swallows up this desperate memory that contains 68 billion years of eternal years, hehehehe, I don't know how he will react."

Then, a voice rang out in Spencer's ear:

"Take me to Leviathan, I'm going to give him a gift."

The nail head lowered his head respectfully, and then raised his hand to manipulate the space, and teleported himself and the body that hid Mu Cang's will out of this narrow basement.

Only the three instruments of sorcery were left, and the three pathetic curses who lay in them and suffered endlessly.