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

"If I swallow all the pain in this hell, then the achievement of ancient myths and even ancient myths can only happen overnight."

However, this is just an idea.

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

This is normal, after all, the entire hell of pain belongs to Leviathan's private territory.

Especially since this painful emotion is the basis of his evolution and the foundation of his existence, how can he not care about it so much.

However, this did not prevent Mu Cang from scorning Leviathan’s stupidity:

"What a waste. He has absorbed so many painful emotions for so many years, and yet he is still just a false god."

He has thought of a way, a way to completely eliminate Leviathan once and for all and then occupy this painful hell.

Tread~tap~

After walking around another corner, Mu Cang glanced at the nail head next to him and asked:

"Spencer, do you remember everything you experienced as a human?"

After hearing the master's question, Nailhead shook his head slightly.

Apparently, he had completely forgotten about it.

"Then..." Mu Cang thought thoughtfully, "Leviathan should be able to read, or devour, all the memories of the person being transformed during the process of transforming the curser into a monk."

"Yes, Master." Nailhead said solemnly, "Leviathan will search for all the painful fragments in the memory of the deceased, and then enjoy the pain immersively, and then collect and store these memory fragments for future use.

Come and continue to reminisce.

This is his instinct, once he starts, he can't stop."

"Really?" Mu Cang grinned, "Very good, give me a rough description of how Leviathan transforms humans."

"Okay, Master."

Nailhead nodded slowly, "If someone opens the box of mourning in the human world, his body will be torn apart by the large number of iron hooks protruding from the box, leaving only a wisp of the dead soul to be taken to hell.

After arriving in hell, these dead souls will be given a broken body and become cursers.

If his potential is too mediocre and he is unable to appreciate and enjoy the art of sadism, then he can only swim in the pit of fire and torture chamber to endure endless torture, providing endless pain to hell."

Having said this, Nailhead couldn't help but sigh: "Mortal people's understanding of pleasure is too narrow. They cannot understand the ultimate enjoyment brought by torturing and being tormented."

Then he continued: "Those despicable and useless curse disciples will be built into the wall after their souls are broken into pieces, and they will live in memories and pain forever.

If they have excellent potential, they will not face the fate of being built into a wall, but will get a luxurious 'personal hell'."

"Luxury... personal hell..." Mu Cang raised his eyebrows slightly and said in surprise, "Open one room and show me."

"Okay master." Nailhead nodded respectfully, then raised his hand and stretched out his index finger to tap lightly in the void in front of him.

Buzz——

Time and space rippled, and the surrounding deep corridor scenes blurred and disappeared, and began to change positions rapidly.

During this period, the aura that had been dead silent on Nail Head's body also surged restlessly, faintly exuding an aura that resembled that of the Huiyue level.

Yes, as the high priest of hell, Spencer the Nailhead is a Shining Moon-level existence.

But unlike the Moon Wizard in Anzel's world, most of Spencer's power comes from the transformation of Leviathan, rather than his own cultivation.

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

Of course, the hell monks have almost no concept of cultivation.

In addition to endless torture of cursers, their daily work is mainly to serve as jailers, responsible for taking care of the countless suffering souls in hell.

These monks often work in groups. For example, Nailhead in the movie "The Devil Wears Prada" works in groups of four.

This kind of group is usually called a "rift order group" or a "penance group".

As a high priest with a higher status than ordinary monks, Spencer was responsible for more work.

One of them is to regularly organize monks to pray to Leviathan.

All these factors also led to Spencer's extremely poor 'foundation', which is why he was captured by Mu Cang at a glance and became another of his spiritual dependents.

Buzz——

The surrounding scenes gradually became clearer.

The location where the two stood has also transformed into a gray stone square with a side length of several hundred meters.

In the center of this square sits a rather classical-looking manor, surrounded by jagged and strange trees.

After taking a few steps closer, I discovered that the gate of this manor was made of heavy grinding and cutting of aggregate, with complicated secret patterns engraved on it, which looked very strange.

The stone steps in front of the door are paved with almost petrified eyeballs, which makes people feel very numb when they step on them.

Boom——

After pushing the bone door open and entering the manor, you will see a black fountain in the center of the blood-colored lawn. Thick painful emotions spray out from the center of the fountain to all sides, forming a terrifying shady scene full of despair, which makes people feel...

Feel uneasy.

Walking across the lawn to the main building of the manor, the overall structure is made of dirty white aggregate, with tall bone pillars supporting the entire 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, "It's suitable for devils to live in."

After that, he opened the door of the main building and entered the hall.

As soon as he entered, he saw the bloody furniture filling the hall that could not be described in detail in words or words.

Under the dim light cast by the overhead crystal lamp, the sofas, coffee tables, bookcases, and long tables in the hall were all very delicate, but the materials and craftsmanship used to make them... were incredibly cruel.

"Hmm..." Mu Cang looked at the furniture up and down and said casually, "These are probably made with part of the residents' own bodies."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Yes." Nailhead said slowly, "Hardworking people can reap happiness. These furniture are all made by the curse disciples who live here.

, using your own skin, blood, muscles, internal organs, bones, and brain.

By consuming and recovering at the same time, you can not only enjoy the ultimate pain of flesh and blood, but also gain comfort and comfort from hard work, killing two birds with one stone."

"It will also be accompanied by screams, right?" Mu Cang laughed.

"Music always has some notes to embellish it." Nailhead shrugged, "It's inevitable."

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

Buzz——

As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding scene blurred for a moment, and the two of them suddenly arrived in the dark basement.

As soon as he arrived here, Mu Cang saw three unique... instruments of torture placed in this slightly narrow underground space.

There is a sulfuric acid pool with gurgling turbid bubbles, an iron coffin densely packed with movable spikes, and a pit furnace with a diameter of four to five meters that constantly makes crackling sounds.

"interesting."

Opening his mental vision, Mu Cang suddenly saw three half-human-sized pieces of twitching and trembling fuzzy flesh lying inside each of the three instruments of torture.

Yes, these three curse disciples living here have been corroded, stabbed, burned and tortured into flesh and blood, with no facial features and limbs, and they are no longer human.

Moreover, these three instruments of torture seemed to have been cast with terrible evil spells. The pain the curser lying in them would feel every minute would be tens to hundreds of times more than under normal conditions.

Of course, the painful emotions they spout wildly are hundreds, thousands or even thousands of times more than those of the 'wall builders'.

This is only on the 'quantitative' level, and it goes far beyond the 'qualitative' level.

"Psychic fluctuations..."

At this time, Mu Cang took a closer look and discovered that in fact, the flesh and blood pain caused by these three instruments of torture to the 'guests' was just the 'key' to unlock more terrible pain.

This more terrible pain comes from the spiritual level of these ‘guests’.

The evil torture tools will turn the deepest negative emotions in their souls, the most extreme thoughts, and the memory fragments they most want to forget into entities and appear in their respective spiritual realms.

From then on, the 'guests' will fall into the endless sorrow and fear created by their own thoughts and memories... and will not be able to escape.

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

Mu Cang whispered leisurely.

Nailhead Spencer, who stood aside, nodded silently, obviously agreeing with this.

Mu Cang raised his head, and his telescoping vision ignored all obstructions and looked tens of millions of kilometers above at Leviathan, which was quietly suspended outside this huge maze.

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

The real universe, the Milky Way.

In the vast void, Mu Cang (the true body), who has already eaten up the entire 60,000-light-year-long Immortal Spiral Arm, billions of stars and countless intelligent lives, is now walking in the even larger Centaur Spiral Arm.

boom--

In one second, hundreds of thousands of star systems in the vast interstellar space with a diameter of a thousand light years were instantly 'melted' into infinite light and heat under Mu Cang's will, turning into strips larger than the solar system.

The blazing river wrapped around a large number of intelligent life planets, crossed a long distance billions of times faster than the speed of light, and flew quickly into the dimensional cracks all over his body.
To be continued...