Comprehension Ability: I Forge a Villainous Longevity Family-Chapter 46: Path of Suffering!

On the stone table.

The second item is still a book.

The entire book is made of soft sheepskin, with a dark blue vertical eye painted on its red cover.

Deep, cold, malevolent, rigid, twisted, chaotic.

No words can describe this dark blue vertical eye.

When Chen Zhixing looked at this sheepskin book, the eye on the cover eerily stared back at him.

Beside the eye, scribbled carelessly, were three ancient characters—Path of Suffering.

Chen Zhixing’s gaze tightened. How could this book appear here?

Path of Suffering, it would be better described as an evil skill rather than a book.

The cultivation technique is very simple: as long as one feels pain, they gain power.

The deeper the pain, the greater the power!

The creator of this method is unknown, even in the past life game Great Cultivation, there was no explanation for this technique’s origin.

However, many players of Great Cultivation in the past life speculated that the creator of this technique might be the ancient Primordial Ancient Serpent, also known as the World-Encircling Serpent, the Serpent of Suffering, the Undying Serpent.

Chen Zhixing agreed with this speculation.

Because the cultivation obtained through this method seemed rootless, like a drifting duckweed, requiring no cultivation, no breathing exercises.

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In Chen Zhixing’s view, only the power of belief in the Evil God could achieve all this.

This cultivation technique seemed simple, but only Chen Zhixing knew how terrifying it really was.

Chen Zhixing recalled that in the early story background of Great Cultivation, there was someone named Aliang who had practiced this technique.

At first, Aliang’s pain was easily satisfied.

The simplest self-infliction could bring him pain.

But humans become numb.

With the repetition of self-harm, the sense of pain experiences a marginal diminishing effect.

Until finally, ordinary self-harm could no longer satisfy Aliang at all.

Then.

He cut off his own ears, gouged out his own eyes, flattened his own nose.

He crushed his bones inch by inch, and then, under the almost immortal recovery ability of the Path of Suffering, they healed again, only to repeat the cycle constantly.

Breaking fingers and extracting bones!

Gouging eyes and cutting tongues!

Severing limbs, smashing spines!

Flaying! Lingchi! Dismemberment by cart! Crushing skulls!

Planting venomous insects inside his body, allowing them to gnaw on his flesh and blood daily!

Almost all the great terrors of the world, he inflicted upon himself!

However, as the marginal diminishing effect took hold, when these torments could no longer make him feel pain.

He turned his gaze from physical pain to psychological pain.

Aliang killed his parents. The more he cared about the person, the more tragic their death by his hand, the more pain he felt!

He watched as a fire reduced his parents to ashes before his eyes.

His parents screamed in agony in the flames, twisting like dying maggots.

Aliang cried and laughed loudly, laughing so hard his liver and guts felt like they would split, crying so hard it tore at his heart.

At that moment, he understood in his heart.

There were no more obstacles on his path of cultivation!

He once again gained the great power of heaven and earth!

In the end, when there was no one left around him to kill.

Aliang sealed his memories, married a gentle and kind woman in the mortal world, and had children.

For ten full years, Aliang and the gentle woman lived a life of husband farming and wife weaving, raising children.

During those ten years, he experienced a happiness he had never known before.

His wife was virtuous and loving, deeply caring for him.

His children were smart and clever, every time they toddled towards him, babbling calling him father, he felt like the happiest man in the world.

Therefore.

He cooked his wife and children into a pot of stew.

At that moment.

His pain was like being sliced by a thousand knives, pain so deep it threatened to tear his soul apart.

And at that moment, his cultivation reached the Peak Realm.

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His thoughts gradually gathered.

Chen Zhixing came back to his senses, silently staring at the evil book Path of Suffering before him.

The same malevolent, chaotic eye stared at him coldly.

This cultivation technique was indeed powerful, but Chen Zhixing had no intention of practicing it.

He didn’t want to worship the Evil God and end up as a monster neither human nor ghost.

Yet to leave it here for others, Chen Zhixing was equally unwilling.

The next moment.

He waved his right hand, storing the method in his sleeve.

Then, Chen Zhixing looked at the third item on the stone table.

It was a pale mask.

On the forehead of the mask was engraved a bright red ’ten’ character!

"White Ten Mask?"

Chen Zhixing reached out and took the mask, feeling its cold touch, a faint invisible aura isolating all his Divine Thought probes.

"This item is indeed not bad."

Chen Zhixing’s eyes brightened, this mask made from Death Spirit Stone could isolate any Divine Thought spying.

If in the future certain matters were inconvenient to act upon, he could wear this mask for convenience.

The next moment.

"There’s still five days, no need to rush."

Chen Zhixing sat cross-legged, took out the scroll of Nine Gods Technique in his hands, and began to earnestly peruse it.

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In the blink of an eye.

Four days passed.

In the Ziwei Chen Family’s Land of Trial, as the trial reached its end, it became more intense.

On the surface of a lake.

Chen Zhaosheng stood on the water, his expression indifferent.

Surrounding him, eight members of the Chen Family in the Void Transformation Realm encircled him, blocking his retreat.

"Chen Zhaosheng, hand over the bracelets, and we’ll give you dignity!"

"That’s right, you’ve taken too many bracelets alone, are you trying to eliminate us all?"

"Young Master, I only need one bracelet, and I’ll leave!"

"Young Master, even if it’s you, against the eight of us combined, surely you can’t be a match?"

One by one, the Chen Family members, nearly twenty years old, shouted.

Chen Zhaosheng stood with his hands behind his back, expressionless, and said:

"No matter how many ants there are, how can they bite an elephant to death?"

With these words, the faces of the eight Chen Family members, much older than Chen Zhaosheng, changed, and they yelled:

"Stubborn fool!"

"Young Master, today we won’t hold back, using our numbers against you!"

"Young Master, apologies in advance today!"

"Attack!"

"Charge!!"

In an instant, these eight Chen Family members stomped and rushed towards Chen Zhaosheng.

"Pathetic wretches."

Chen Zhaosheng’s eyes showed disdain, as an aura of the Clarity Realm erupted from him!

A storm suddenly arose!

The entire lake’s water exploded violently!

The sparkling surface of the water reflected the scene of Chen Zhaosheng and the eight clashing!

Boom——!!!

Patterns of the King’s Pattern spread from Chen Zhaosheng’s back, instantly covering his entire body.

Chen Zhaosheng’s black hair danced wildly, and his eyes shone with divine light, like a Divine Son descending from the Nine Heavens, appearing divine yet not human.

Bang, bang, bang!

Intertwining lights and shadows, twisting and turning!

In just half an incense stick’s time.

The lake’s surface returned to calm.

The eight members of the Chen Family lay unconscious on the lake, bobbing with the water.

Chen Zhaosheng’s black hair fell, standing alone on the water’s surface.

He raised his head, looking into the distance, a hint of fervor flashing in his eyes.

"My dear brother, where are you!"

"How much longer will you hide from me?"