The door to space opened at the end of "The Snake with Two Heads" does not set the spatial coordinates of the landing point - perhaps because it does not have suitable coordinates, or perhaps because it does not want to give Yanluge a chance to live.

Therefore, it threw the small space that it had cut into the Endless Void, into the high-dimensional space that had nothing but turbulence.

A low-level transcendent with no "spatial awareness" could not escape from the void turbulence at all, and could only huddle in this place where there were no resources, dying of despair in hunger and thirst, or gradually suffocating due to lack of oxygen.

Ritsuge can't even wait for that time...... He was too badly wounded.

The spatial blades that were touching and dying slashed his feet, tore off a large piece of his skin, sliced off half of his shoulder and part of his lung, and slice open his spleen, causing his blood to run dry...... These injuries are fatal.

It's just that Yan Luge is really able to bear it, not only has he always maintained absolute calm and soberness, but he has not screamed from beginning to end, and he has not even deformed the slightest movement of moving and dodging.

But being able to endure does not mean that he does not feel pain and does not perceive harm, in fact, Yan Luge knows better than ordinary people what these injuries mean.

It means that ordinary doctors can't save him, and even extraordinary doctors and their self-healing abilities can't cope with such a scene.

For now, he would hold on for another ten hours at most and die of blood loss, pneumothorax, cardiac arrest and other causes before suffocation.

So......

Yan Luge showed a hint of ruthlessness, spreading out the flexible phantom limb tentacles, and placing himself on the ground, completely unconcerned about the sharp pain of the wound on his body coming into contact with the rough ground.

After all, compared to what he had to do in the future, the pain at the moment was just an appetizer.

He rolled the black xenomorph mark with his tentacles, brought it to his mouth, and swallowed it without hesitation.

This was the third time he had attempted to devour the Xenosigil.

The first time it was "Capricorn", the second time it was "Pseudo-Man", and this time it was "Snake with Two Heads".

The terrible polluting forces with extreme pain came upon him from the inside out.

Yan Luge tensed his body suddenly, and stretched his neck as if he wanted to let out an instinctive howl, but in the end he was silent and did not make any sound.

It is a pain that transcends human limits.

Intelligent life struggles to resist the forces of pollution, and many times it is because it is too painful.

Whether it's a knife wound, a burn, a broken bone, a cramp...... No pain is equal to one ten-thousandth of what is distorted by pollution.

Yan Luge had been hurt so badly that he felt severe pain all the time, but the moment the polluting power soaked into his body, he couldn't feel anything.

It's like a finger being pricked by a needle, and it hurts a lot, but then someone nailed it through the palm of the hand with a dagger, where can you care about the small injury of the needle prick in the blood?

The same is true of the feeling of being polluted.

All sentient beings instinctively want to escape from this pain, and the thought of escape is drawn to the supreme pleasure of lightness and degenerates into a pollutant of madness and chaos.

But that means you're losing, and you're about to be one of them.

Words and songs trembled and endured.

The wounds on his body, which had not bled anymore, began to turn gray and black, as if he had been poisoned, and gradually turned into black flesh and blood similar to the "Snake with Two Heads".

The part below his waist began to change, his pelvis shattered and reorganized, and his legs twisted and grown, slowly changing towards the shape of a snake's tail.

The ribs on both sides of his ribs began to break in the middle of his chest, and the internal organs in his body were torn to both sides, as if they had been torn alive by a pair of giant hands, slowly splitting into the shape of two snake heads.

The xenomorph mark hidden in his body, which was made up of "Capricorn" and "Double-headed Snake", also moved uneasily, colliding, fighting, annexing, and merging with the "Double-headed Snake", bringing great pain to Yanluge, and adding more inhuman traces to his body.

Thick horns sprouted from his forehead, and pale faces emerged from his torn chest.

He was slowly being contaminated into a new xenomorph.

But on the other hand, the tiny scars on his body from the spatial blade were rapidly healing, or twisting into something else—in short, there was no need to worry about him dying from these injuries.

Pollutants are meant to be something that is neither alive nor dead, and he is becoming such a thing.

And that's what he wants.

Immersed in inhuman pain, Yanluge maintained an absolutely lucid consciousness, almost brutally embracing the torture he had personally inflicted.

It's hard to bear, but it doesn't seem to be that unbearable.

He moved his head slightly, forcing the "life mimic" in his body to continue devouring and deciphering the xenomorph mark, and at the same time let out the first sound since swallowing the xenomorph mark—a hoarse sneer.

He's getting used to it a bit.

Or rather, he should have gotten used to it.

He had been dealing with polluting forces in his previous life, and his memories of pain and patience were so numerous that he even broke records every day after swallowing the "Elephant Swallowing" mark.

So it's no big deal.

The real challenge lies beyond the physical pain...... That's spiritual pollution.

The distortion brought about by the polluting power is all-encompassing, and the most terrifying thing is not the physical abnormality, but the spiritual distortion.

Chaotic prayers rang in his ears over and over again, pointing at an indescribable monster, and his will would be pulled and fallen by this irresistible force, torn apart and crumpled into something else.

He will no longer be him, he will be becoming a faithful fanatic of that thing, and then into that thing itself.

He could clearly feel the change in himself, and he clearly felt that he was losing his humanity little by little.

When devouring the "Capricorn" mark, he injected a large amount of spiritual potion to remove the polluting power. When devouring the "pseudo-human" mark, he fell into a rage and devoured countless transcendent creatures before he could suppress the spiritual pollution.

And now he is trapped in a small space, with nothing, and can only rely on his own will to resist.

He wanted to kill. He wanted to believe in gods.

He wants to destroy. He wanted to be them.

He thought......

The polluting force is getting deeper and deeper, turning the words and songs into almost inhuman, and dyeing the eyes of eternal reason with madness.

For a moment he seemed to be unable to take it anymore and rolled and struggled frantically.

But this small space was too small, and as soon as he moved slightly, the huge snake tail that had grown up hit the edge of the space, and was mercilessly torn apart by the void turbulence.

As a result, the will of Yanluge gained a moment of clarity, and then slowly fell into a frenzy as the wound healed and grew.

However, just when he was about to lose himself, Yan Luge did not hesitate to crash into the edge of space again, and used the trauma to regain his temporary sobriety.

It's not going to be too pleasant...... But he didn't hesitate.

He has always been a guy who is cruel to others and to himself.

Perhaps it was the experience of living in the wasteland in his previous life that made him vicious; Maybe it's only those who are that vicious who are qualified to survive in the wasteland.

In the process of this cycle, Yanlu Song still inevitably falls towards the abyss of heavy pollution, and even slowly crosses that boundary.

Ordinary life should have been completely polluted a long time ago, but he just retained a trace of clarity in that pain.

He knew what he wanted.

A man like him would not swallow a xenomorph mark for no reason, nor would he put himself in danger unprepared.

From the beginning, he knew what he was doing.

So, in the case of deep pollution to the point of almost incurable, Yan Luge suddenly opened his eyes that had been closed.

In the midst of the polluting power, he grabbed what he wanted.

Spatial Awareness.

A kind of transcendent ability that can only be obtained by high-level transcendents is also a strange power that xenomorphs have the opportunity to have.

The "Two-Headed Serpent" has spatial awareness, and Ritsuge has swallowed its xenomorph imprint, and has been polluted to an extremely deep extent.

At this level of pollution, he can almost be regarded as a new alien species, and he can naturally use the spatial abilities of the "Two-headed Serpent".

Power is just power.

The will can be used to harness spiritual power, and it can also be used to control polluting forces.

Under the manipulation of the absolute will, Yan Lu Ge unfolded this newly acquired ability, outlining complex rune lines one by one in a high dimension.

One end of the line connects the small space where it is located, and the other end of the line extends out and falls somewhere on the main space.

Space Jump.

The figure of Yan Luge suddenly disappeared.

(End of chapter)