Long Wangchu's pupils contracted sharply, his legs trembling as he slowly backed away.

No matter how dull or stupid he was, he now knew with immense terror that Yuan Divine Son before him was no longer a noble and gentle benefactor, but a malevolent ghost baring terrifying fangs at him.

At this moment, his entire body turned cold, and his frame suddenly became incredibly heavy. He instinctively wanted to turn his head, but a sudden, overwhelming force pinned his neck as if it were nailed shut, making it impossible to turn even a fraction.

His legs, attempting to flee, were crushed into ground until he knelt heavily.

Boom!!

A massive Qilin claw crashed down from endless grey sky, pressing heavily onto Long Wangchu's body. Abyss-transformed Qilin eyes slowly opened at this moment, casting an extremely grim ghostly light across this space.

Long Wangchu let out a terrified shriek. His limbs were crushed against ground, his body feeling as if it were under a sky-reaching mountain whose peak could not be seen. Forget breaking free—even moving a finger for an instant was a luxury, and he could not gather even a wisp of profound energy.

With vast power of Abyss Qilin God, forget Long Wangchu's cultivation being only level eight Divine Master Realm—even at level eight Divine Extinction Realm, there would be no possibility of escape under its crushing weight.

Had it not greatly restrained its power under Yun Che's control, Long Wangchu's body, even if a hundred times stronger, would have been crushed into grey residue.

Dark nightmares filled his dragon soul. Long Wangchu, who had lived in flattery and favor of his entire clan since birth, experienced true fear for first time... when just moments ago, what he was about to welcome was a magnificent dream.

In his trembling, nearly bursting pupils, he saw Yun Che approaching step by step. Those steps were light and slow, but with every stride, his heart pounded violently, and fear in his soul was like a startled nightmare, growing crazily as he drew near.

Finally, Yun Che's steps stopped. He slowly crouched down, looking down at him crushed on ground like a meat worm.

"Yuan... Yuan Divine Son..."

Long Wangchu's lips shook like chaff, his voice trembling so much it was almost impossible to hear: "This must... must be... your Dream Weaving Divine Kingdom's... Falling Dream..."

"It's... it's... it's a dream... a test... for my dragon soul..."

In extreme absurdity and fear, he seemed to have convinced himself, clutching tightly to that straw he had woven for himself. His violently trembling mouth forced open an extremely ugly smile: "I... can endure it. I am... Dragon Clan Young Master..."

Yun Che looked at him indifferently, without a single wisp of light in his eyes. When hatred and anger reached their peak, for a moment, he could not even think of what cruel way to use to reclaim what was lost, to vent his rage.

He slowly raised his hand, five fingers curling in slight spasms, then suddenly struck down.

"Waaaah——"

Five fingers pierced into Long Wangchu's flesh like cruel, blunt blades, nailing into his dragon bone.

Dragon blood splattered, accompanied by a heart-wrenching scream, yet it did not cause a single ripple of emotion on Yun Che's face, nor even a moment of venting pleasure.

Puff!

Yun Che raised his five fingers, flesh and bone fragments flying. Amidst sharp screams in his ears, he stared at dragon blood staining his palm—every drop so lowly, so filthy.

"I, Yun Che, protected by Ancestral God, bearing inheritance of Creation God and Devil Emperor, overturned world's structure in a mere twenty years to become Emperor of an era."

He spoke softly, every word a unique pride that others could never replicate, yet at this moment in his mouth, it was so gloomy and sorrowful:

"My Shen Xi... only daughter of Primordial Azure Dragon, only disciple of Life Creation God, a miracle pearl left from Era of Gods..."

"Our daughter, every drop of her blood is so noble... heh... hehe... hahahaha..."

He began to laugh, an endlessly hoarse, endlessly tragic laugh, filled with desolate mockery... mocking himself, mocking fate.

"Actually for a... lowly waste like you... actually... actually..."

"Yuan... Divine Son... gu... you..."

Long Wangchu could not understand what Yun Che was saying. He was trying his best to make a sound... yet he did not know that this terrifying nightmare was merely most insignificant beginning.

Eternal Calamity Devil Flames ignited in Yun Che's palm, instantly incinerating filthy dragon blood, and then his burning palm suddenly pressed down.

"Uwaaaaaaaa!!"

Tragic screams nearly tore grey sky apart, so sharp it felt as if ten thousand red-hot iron needles were simultaneously piercing out from Long Wangchu's throat, each wrapped in dragon blood scorched black by Eternal Calamity Devil Flames.

Soul-burning pain of Eternal Calamity Devil Flames was hard for even a Half-God to endure, let alone weak-willed Long Wangchu. His screams were like desperate wails of a purgatory ghost, traveling very, very far in this world of heavy Abyss Dust, yet strangely not stirring any roars from Abyss Beasts.

As if this place were a cruel hell existing solely for him.

Flesh and dragon bone turned charred black under black flames, then quickly turned into complete nothingness. Long Wangchu's screams grew more tragic with each cry, his features distorted like a malevolent ghost, bloodshot eyeballs nearly bursting, every joint in his body violently dislocated and spasming, every inch of skin twitching and heaving, as if ten thousand maggots were wildly scurrying within.

Beneath vanishing skin and dragon bone, complete internal organs were gradually revealed... but at this moment, Yun Che flipped his palm, and pitch-black devil flames turned into pure white holy light, bestowing a dense aura of life.

Screams finally slowed down bit by bit. Long Wangchu gasped for breath, but with every breath, large amounts of blood foam choked out from his torn throat.

"Ah... gu... wu..."

He made a series of hoarse, strange sounds. After a long time, he finally regained ability to speak: "Spare... me... don't... don't kill me... uh... gu..."

"Kill you?"

Yun Che smiled faintly, as if regaining that gentle and elegant Divine Son demeanor: "What are you saying, Brother Wangchu. How could I possibly kill you? I am person in this world who least wants you to die."

These words allowed Long Wangchu, deep in abyss of pain and fear, to grasp a life-saving straw again. His guess received most practical evidence: "Indeed... this is indeed a dream... a test..."

He used all his strength to believe everything was just a dream, but fear did not recede in slightest. He shrieked: "No... I don't want it anymore. Whatever dragon marrow or dragon soul... I don't want any of it... I beg Yuan Divine Son to let me leave... let me leave!"

Curve of Yun Che's mouth tilted slightly more. His downward gaze was not at all like looking at a living Dragon Clan Young Master, but at a pitiful beast to be cut into a thousand pieces.

"Brother Wangchu, why be in such a hurry? You lived in light for so long; this time spent living in darkness seeking death should naturally be just as long."

He lightly tapped his finger.

Crack!!

A thunder-like explosion sounded on Long Wangchu's body. His dragon spine shattered in an instant, and then that cruel power surged through his entire body's bone marrow like a heartless flood. Amidst countless overlapping thunderous explosions, it crushed every one of his dragon bones into powder and snapped every inch of his dragon tendons.

"Uwaaaaaaaa——!!!"

Screams that had just ceased for a few breaths once again tore through lightless sky, even more tragic and broken than before.

Yun Che narrowed his eyes, watching, listening...

He wanted to know how many years ago, and how often, beast under his palm had demanded essence blood from Yun Xi, but he could never bring himself to ask.

Having walked edge of death countless times, with a will so resilient it amazed Great Divine Official, he was actually so terrified of that answer.

With dragon bones crushed and tendons snapped, Long Wangchu had completely turned into a pool of living mud. Sweat from his entire body splashed and steamed like a waterfall, and back-flowing dragon blood bit by bit became viscous, emitting a nauseating stench.

Yet he still had complete five senses, able to clearly feel ten thousand layers of purgatory torture inflicted upon him, able to clearly hear devil's whispers in his ear.

"You filthy beast... even if all your clan's dirty blood ran dry, it wouldn't equal a single hair of my daughter... you dared... you dared..."

"Heh... hehe..."

He began to laugh, a laugh that was incredibly heart-piercing and mocking: "I vowed to overturn everything in this world, yet I specifically excluded Dragon Clan, because I once... truly felt grateful to Dragon Clan. I once foolishly thought Dragon Clan treated my daughter well, giving her protection and a place to stay."

"For such kindness, if my dragon marrow and dragon soul were truly needed as repayment, I would absolutely not hesitate!"

"But why... are you so foolish... so foolish!"

Long Wangchu's head, slumped on ground, struggled to adjust its gaze to look at Yun Che's face.

His expression, his voice, his hatred... none of it seemed fake, none of it seemed like a dream...

"You... exactly... wu gu..."

His voice no longer seemed to come from his throat, but struggled out from depths of his torn chest, from every soul fragment being crushed into powder by fear.

"I... Dragon Clan... never... offended... even less know... your daughter..."

"Must be... misunderstanding... uwaaa... spare... life... I... Dragon Clan... will give you... anything..."

"Hmm? Give me anything?" Yun Che raised his five fingers, laughing coldly: "Rarely, my thoughts and yours, you beast, actually coincide."

"…?" Bloodshot lines in Long Wangchu's eyes briefly froze.

"How could I fail your Dragon Clan Young Master's hospitality? Everything of your Dragon Clan, I will accept without leaving a single hair... including every piece of dragon bone, every drop of dragon blood."

Smile on his face did not fade, his voice as flat as a breeze, as if describing a most ordinary scene: "Then, I will turn your entire clan's bodies into foul stepping stones under my feet, and stain your entire clan's dragon blood with sin that can never be washed away for eternity... making your entire clan extinct from world, then nailing you to most foul-smelling eternal corner of Abyss's history!"

"Uh... uh..." Long Wangchu's head twitched like a dying insect. He had never heard such a terrifying voice, such a malicious curse. Every one of his soul strings was spasming and entangling; extreme fear even surpassed physical pain, making it hard for him to utter another complete sound.

In Yun Che's hand, a small jade stone appeared.

It was only thumb-sized, pitch-black and lightless. Clearly existing, yet strangely without any aura.

Even if a True God were here, unless their gaze touched it, they would be completely unable to perceive its existence.

He touched pitch-black jade stone to twitching Long Wangchu, staying for a short moment... immediately, a faint black glow rose on jade stone, vanishing in an instant.

Jade stone was withdrawn and touched to himself... at this moment, Long Wangchu's eyes suddenly widened, momentarily forgetting to struggle.

Because his remaining spiritual sense actually perceived from Yun Che before him most familiar aura in this world, one impossible to mistake...

His own dragon aura!

Putting away Abyss-Reversing Stone, cruel smile on Yun Che's face also bit by bit receded, like a layer of thin ice floating on water's surface, silently swallowed by undercurrent surging from below.

"You should have also roughly heard that three months ago, I once endured punishment of Abyss-Devouring on Pure Land. That was indeed an extremely painful torture. However, when enduring it, I was not without gain."

His voice was faint. Above his palm, a wisp of faint profound light appeared: "At least, I roughly know how this torture is applied."

"Actually, it's quite simple. It's just using Abyss God power to tear and repair every wisp of life breath and soul thread, then tear again, then repair again... as long as it exists, even within a hair, there is absolutely no escape."

"Every tearing and repairing, every moment, is pain that those who haven't experienced it can never imagine."

His palm slowly pressed down, open five fingers bit by bit enlarging in Long Wangchu's pupils: "Unluckily, I happen to have Abyss God power as well."

"…!!" Long Wangchu's broken-boned remnant body actually began to tremble chaotically... no matter how shallow his knowledge, he would not have failed to hear name of most cruel torture in this Abyss world.

As Yun Che's palm drew closer bit by bit, his body had already turned a deathly pale, as if completely bloodless.

"No need to be afraid." Yun Che comforted "mercifully": "Abyss-Devouring punishment never takes a person's life. However, I heard that those criminals on Pure Land who endure Abyss-Devouring punishment mostly choose to end themselves to escape pain... tsk tsk, truly too cruel."

"However, Brother Wangchu has absolutely no need to worry, because I am much more merciful than Pure Land. I will absolutely... absolutely not give Brother Wangchu a chance to end himself."

Despite bones and tendons being all broken, Long Wangchu's body actually trembled even more violently... it was soul of endless fear tearing and impacting his flesh in its attempt to flee.

"I will also keep you alive and well, at least until... day you father and son reunite!"

As voice fell, a withered yellow profound light shot out from Yun Che's palm, turning into countless light needles as fine as hair that fell directly onto Long Wangchu's remnant body, instantly surging in from his limbs and bones, reaching all his flesh, hair, blood and bone, meridians, bone marrow, soul...

Long Wangchu's body instantly stiffened, and then a heart-tearing, soul-shattering scream erupted from his torn throat.

Extreme pain, extreme itch, soul-burning heat, bone-chilling cold...

All extreme tortures that living beings could and could not imagine exploded crazily on Long Wangchu's body. His veins burst one by one, and his body under Qilin's tread seemed to be chaotically pulled by ten thousand hands, flesh jumping wildly.

"Uwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!"

His shriek from just first moment was tragic enough to make malevolent ghosts fear and night demons wail.

Deep in Yun Che's soul sea, Li Suo let out a very light sigh.

Yun Che never deigned to bully weak with strength, much less abuse weak.

But at this moment, even if it meant losing dignity, even if it meant dirtying his hands, he would use most cruel means to personally abuse this Dragon Clan Young Master who, in his eyes, was only worthy of being called a waste.

"Uh... aaaaaaaa uwa!"

"Aaaaaaaa... uwaaaaaaa——"

Unceasing screams no longer belonged to sounds of humans or dragons; they were like extreme pain itself made manifest.

Yun Che slowly rose. He narrowed his eyes at that pool of pitiful rotten meat, listening to his blood-weeping screams, unable to feel even a single wisp of reluctance or pity in his heart.

"Enjoy it slowly, Dragon Clan Young Master." He spoke faintly: "You should thank your father. If not for him, would a lowly thing like you be worthy of enjoying this Abyss-Devouring punishment?"

"Wuwu aaaa... aaaa..."

He spasmed crazily, screamed crazily, tears and blood flowing across his eyes. He could not utter a single word... not even to beg for mercy, not even to end himself.

"Heh!"

An extremely faint laugh came from quiet gloom behind, easily swallowed by soul-tearing screams.

It seemed to be a laugh of momentary mockery.

Yun Che's figure shot out like lightning. Dense Abyss Dust could not block his spiritual sense or form... in an instant he was ten li away, and within his tightly locked five fingers was throat of an Abyss Ghost.

"Ge... he..."

Abyss Ghost's eyes flashed with strange light, and from its crushed throat overflowed a strange sound like a cold laugh.

This seemed to be a profound practitioner who had not long been abyss-transformed, profound robes on its body not yet completely devoured.

Yun Che swung his arm, throwing Abyss Ghost far away, then let out a slight breath.

Just now, with anger filling his soul and hatred pouring out, he had actually let such an Abyss Ghost get within ten li.

Being cautious, his outward spiritual sense did not immediately withdraw, but instead focused on scanning surrounding space. After a few breaths, he withdrew his spiritual sense and turned back to where Abyss Qilin God was.

And at moment his figure turned, behind a piece of black wood ten steps away, a ghostly shadow silently walked away with her back to him.

As close as ten steps...

Yun Che noticed nothing.

She walked away unhurriedly at such a close distance...

Yun Che did not turn back at all.

As if... that was a ghostly shadow without breath or soul.