Chapter 441: "Jasmine" Resurrected

The Undead King suddenly vomited blood, his face twisting in agony.

Something was squirming inside his body.

A moment later, boundless black light burst from the Undead King's mouth, nose, eyes, and ears, piercing heaven and earth!

"Ahhh!!!"

He shrieked miserably, curling up on the ground and convulsing uncontrollably. Intense agony drowned him like a tidal wave.

Riiip!

A bare arm thrust out of the Undead King's mouth.

Watching this, Su Mu smiled faintly. "Not bad. You've certainly made progress. At least you know how to use your brain and scheme now."

Relying on the Undying Body granted by his Pain Divinity, Yang Dongqing had resolutely chosen to merge into the river of blood and let the Undead King devour him. The Undead King couldn't digest him, forced instead to endure attacks from inside his own body.

Even the Undead King couldn't withstand the sensation of Pain Divine Power erupting inside him. Though it wouldn't kill him, the intense agony would shatter his consciousness and knock him out.

With the victor decided, Su Mu knew there was no need to keep watching. He vanished into the void.

Tonight was destined to be a sleepless night for the Blood Moon Empire, and the night the Pain Divine Cult shot to fame. The Undead King, who had ruled the Blood Moon Empire for years, was defeated and abducted by the cult's leader.

The Blood Moon Empire plunged into absolute turmoil. Countless members of the Blood Clan and believers of the Pain Divine Cult poured out in full force, sparking chaotic brawls in every corner of the country.

The next day.

In the dungeon of the Pain Divine Cult Stronghold.

"You just wait! One day, this King will break free, and when I do, I will wash this place in blood... Ahhh..."

Yang Dongqing expressionlessly poured Pain Divine Power into the Undead King's body. Bound to a cross, the Undead King was in so much pain that his eyes rolled back in his head as his entire body spasmed.

"Not enough, not enough, it's still not enough! I need more pain!"

The Pain Divine Power morphed into pitch-black whips that lashed madly at the Undead King. Every strike seemed to lash his very soul, making him wish for death. His flesh had long been flayed open, but his formidable regenerative abilities restored him in an instant.

A long while later, a black-robed figure entered the dungeon.

"Cult Leader, you must be tired. Please, rest a while, and leave this lowly member of the Blood Clan to us. Most of our brothers in the cult were persecuted by the Blood Clan, and we want revenge too!"

Yang Dongqing initially wanted to refuse, but upon seeing the deep-seated hatred in the man's eyes, he nodded silently.

Overjoyed, the man shouted to the dense throng of black-robed figures outside, "Line up, everyone! The Cult Leader has agreed!"

"Yes!"

"Great!"

"Long live the Cult Leader!"

"You damned inferior race, I will tear you all to pieces!" The Undead King's eyes split with rage. He had never imagined he would one day be reduced to such a state.

But the black-robed cultists couldn't care less about the Undead King's threats. They frantically inflicted pain upon him.

Several days later.

Yang Dongqing gently caressed the doll in the Crystal Coffin, constantly muttering, "Jasmine... wait a little longer, just a little longer. You will definitely be resurrected."

The cold doll offered no response.

Bang!

Yang Dongqing slammed his fist into the ground, his expression suddenly twisting into something ferocious. "Why?! Why hasn't the Miracle of Pain descended yet? Is the pain still not enough?

Men!"

Two black-robed men hurried over. "Cult Leader, you called for us?" they asked respectfully.

Yang Dongqing glared at them with bloodshot eyes. "You useless trash! You must have been slacking off! That's why the pain the Undead King provides isn't enough! Increase the torture! Go, now!!"

"Cult Leader... but I'm worried the Undead King won't be able to hold on. Although he has an Undying Body, his soul does not. The relentless torture has already pushed his soul to the verge of collapse."

"Nonsense! How could the Undead King be so fragile?! Give him blood! Let him drink blood to recover, and then increase the torture! Do as I say!"

The two exchanged a troubled look. "Yes, Cult Leader."

Once they left, Yang Dongqing's ferocious expression melted back into gentle infatuation. "Jasmine, it'll be soon. Very soon, we'll be able to live together just like before. When that time comes, I definitely won't let you leave me again."

He obsessively stroked the doll's cold face, seeing nothing else.

An hour later, a black-robed man rushed in frantically. "Cult Leader! Disaster!"

The tranquil atmosphere shattered. A flash of brutality crossed Yang Dongqing's eyes, but he quickly suppressed it and spoke softly, "Jasmine, he didn't scare you, did he? My subordinates are ignorant. I'll cut off all their tongues later."

With that, he turned his head, his eyes brimming with savagery.

"Didn't I say that no one is allowed to disturb Jasmine without my permission?" His icy voice caused the temperature in the room to plummet.

The black-robed man shuddered, forcibly swallowing his fear. "Cult Leader... the Undead King... he's dead!"

"What?!"

Boom!

Yang Dongqing's figure abruptly vanished. When he arrived in the dungeon, he saw a corpse mangled beyond recognition. He stepped forward to check, finding no breath left in the body.

"No, no, no... how could you die! You're the Undead King! Who permitted you to die! Ahhh!! Fuck!"

Yang Dongqing shrieked and howled like a madman, "Jasmine... Jasmine..."

He sprinted back to Jasmine's side and fell to his knees beside the Crystal Coffin. Staring at the lifelike but utterly motionless doll inside, hot tears streamed down his face.

"Why... why is it like this? Why hasn't the Miracle of Pain descended?"

The agony of his shattered hope felt like death by a thousand cuts, leaving Yang Dongqing wishing for death.

A teardrop slid down his cheek and landed on the doll's face with a faint dripping sound.

This seemed to act as a signal. From the unseen void, endless strands of black mist surged, flooding in from all directions and frantically pouring into the doll's body.

"This... this is... the Miracle of Pain!!" Upon sensing the anomaly, Yang Dongqing was overcome with wild ecstasy, his mood rocketing straight from Hell to Heaven.

Under the black mist's invasion, the cold doll's body gradually took on a rosy flush. Her skin plumped up, and a trace of life sparked in her large, vacant eyes.

"Jasmine! Jasmine! Can you hear me?"

"Yang Dongqing," a faint call drifted from the doll's mouth, instantly stirring endless ripples in Yang Dongqing's heart.

"Jasmine! It's me... it's me..." Weeping uncontrollably, Yang Dongqing grabbed Jasmine's hand and pressed it to his cheek. Feeling her warmth, he sobbed like a child.

"How truly touching..." Su Mu sighed from the sidelines.

What a pity it was all fake.

Because Jasmine's folder was still sitting quietly in the recycle bin.

Su Mu was well aware that what had been resurrected wasn't Jasmine at all, but merely a monster conjured by the God of Pain.

He had long seen through the God of Pain's schemes; true suffering always came after hope was shattered.

The God of Pain had bestowed Divinity upon Yang Dongqing merely to use him as a vessel for descent.

Giving Yang Dongqing hope now meant that when that hope shattered, Yang Dongqing's pain would reach its absolute peak. And that moment... would be the day the God of Pain descended.