The Temptation in the Dark
Late at night, deep within the absolute abyss of the Spirit Hall dungeon.
A raspy, incredibly eerie, and deeply malevolent voice slowly vibrated directly within the fractures of Tang Chuan's shattered mind.
"Boy... do you crave absolute power?"
Hearing this dark, sinister voice, a sudden, blinding flash of sharp light erupted within Tang Chuan's swollen, bloody eyes.
A twisted, grotesque smirk slowly carved its way onto his bruised face. How could he have forgotten? On this vast continent, there still existed a filthy, usable little pest like the Rakshasa God that he could easily exploit for his own grand schemes! In his mind, he wasn't a helpless prisoner; he was a supreme Divine King merely playing a temporary game of survival.
Though his body was completely covered in bleeding lacerations and his strength was entirely depleted, he forced a raspy, venomous whisper out of his throat:
"I... crave... power!"
The very moment Tang Chuan unleashed that desperate roar using every ounce of his remaining physical vitality, the heavy layer of pure, unadulterated malice and dark resentment radiating from his soul instantly intensified by several folds.
Watching this glorious surge of negative energy, the Rakshasa God's divine clone grinned so widely that his dark expression was practically impossible to contain. With an ocean of resentment this incredibly dense, he knew with absolute certainty that he had stumbled upon the greatest mortal scapegoat the continent could provide!
"Hahaha! Splendid! Since that is your answer, then pack your bags and come with me!"
A dense, choking cloud of pitch-black spiritual mist instantly erupted, completely enveloping Tang Chuan's battered form and swallowing the raw, venomous hatred burning within his eyes.
WOOSH!
A freezing, deathly cold draft violently whipped past the heavy iron doors of the corridor. The prison guard outside instinctively shivered, his posture instantly tightening as he looked around with sudden alertness. However, after scanning the perfectly quiet, dim stone hallway and noticing absolutely nothing out of the ordinary, he simply shrugged and returned to his motionless stance, guarding the impenetrable entrance of the subterranean fortress.
Sovereign Desires and Total Exhaustion
On the other side of the grand capital, Fu Ye spent his glorious afternoon thoroughly indulging in the soft, voluptuous company of Bibi Dong and the beautiful, delicate Doudou.
Naturally, even with their combined efforts, the two gorgeous women were entirely incapable of handling Fu Ye's devastating, reality-bending physical stamina. Since the grand Continental Tournament had officially concluded, the vast majority of visiting foreign dignitaries and sect leaders had begun packing up and leaving Spirit City, significantly lightening Bibi Dong's overwhelming papal workload.
With her schedule finally cleared, sharing a wild, deeply passionate night of carnal bliss with her beloved man was an easy choice.
Of course, while the decision itself was simple, the sheer, unbridled intensity of Fu Ye's affection meant that Bibi Dong was physically incapable of pulling her soft, exhausted body out of the plush mattress until well past noon the following day.
Fortunately, with the newly unlocked Wuyou Prison (Carefree Prison) sitting inside his spiritual sea, Fu Ye's boundless, wildly overflowing primal energy finally possessed the absolute perfect outlet for complete, uninhibited release.
After thoroughly pleasuring Bibi Dong and Doudou until they fell into a deep, completely spent slumber, Fu Ye smoothly closed his eyes and consciously dove straight into the spiritual dungeon.
The supreme beauty of this system-provided dimension lay in its perfect temporal mechanics: the exact millisecond he entered, time in the outside waking world completely froze. The absolute moment he chose to step back out, the temporal flow of both realms would seamlessly resume in perfect synchronization.
Since this was his second time entering his private playroom, Fu Ye walked up to the familiar, towering iron cell door with absolute ease and familiarity.
Looking through the heavy bars into the cramped, bleak stone room, Fu Ye felt a slight wave of claustrophobia hit his chest. With a casual flick of his mind, he instantly commanded the reality-warping mechanics of the Wuyou Prison to completely alter the environment. Within a fraction of a second, the cold stone walls dissolved into a massive, lush, and breathtakingly vibrant primeval forest.
The Illusion of Freedom
At that exact moment, the past-life Xiao Wu remnant soul, who had been resting her fragile phantom body atop the narrow cot, violently jolted awake as the rich, intoxicating scent of fresh earth and dense life-force flooded her senses.
Staring in absolute, wild bewilderment at the crystal-clear, shimmering waters of the Star Lake (生命之湖) stretching out before her, alongside the perfectly recreated, rustic thatched cottage of her youth, her blood-red eyes instantly filled with thick, tearful ecstasy. It felt as though the entire two-month nightmare of brutal degradation she had suffered at Fu Ye's hands had been nothing more than a horrific, illusory dream.
She was back! She was truly back in the sacred heart of the Star Dou Great Forest!
"Da Ming! Er Ming!"
Driven by a frantic, desperate surge of hope, she sprinted toward the edge of the pristine lake, her heart pounding wildly against her ribs. Yet, as her eyes scanned the vast, tranquil waters, she found absolutely no trace of her towering beast protectors.
"My lovely little rabbit... you seem to highly appreciate my personal masterpiece."
Suddenly, a deep, terrifyingly smooth voice that instantly made every single hair on her body stand on end vibrated directly against her ear. Before she could even attempt to turn around, a wave of intensely warm, dominant masculine breath slowly washed over the sensitive skin of her bare neck.
"While I am normally a very modest man, I must admit... you truly make for an absolutely flawless, incredibly resilient little toy."
Fu Ye smiled smoothly, his strong fingers gently reaching up to brush away a few stray strands of silken black hair that had fallen across her flushed cheeks during her frantic sprint. Stepping gracefully around her frozen form, he stood directly in front of her, his magnificent, glowing golden eyes staring directly down into her blood-red, trembling pupils.
"You... You monster..."
The past-life Xiao Wu remnant choked out, her pupils violently dilating as an ocean of pure, unmitigated hatred erupted from her core, completely impossible to conceal.
"Oh? Do you truly wish to kill me that badly?"
Fu Ye didn't display a single shred of annoyance. Instead, he calmly locked his gaze onto her venomous expression, deeply curious to see exactly how this deeply corrupted, late-stage version of the original heroine perceived him.
"Kill you?! Hahaha! I don't just want to slaughter you! I want to completely tear apart and destroy my brainless current-life reincarnation and my pure past self for completely betraying Third Brother and surrendering to a monster like you!" she shrieked, her voice overflowing with pure, unhinged malice.
Unfortunately for her, within the absolute, non-negotiable laws of this private prison, she was nothing more than an ordinary person entirely stripped of her divine spirit power.
To put it in Fu Ye's exact terms: she was his exclusive, permanent personal property. It was his supreme divine soul that had granted her the structural right to continue existing; had he not intervened, her fragile, obsessed remnant soul would have long since dissolved into ash under the laws of reincarnation.
Hearing her hysterical, venomous declaration, a wry, thoroughly amused smile played on Fu Ye's handsome lips.
Ah... and here I was, actually planning on being slightly gentler with her today. It looks like she doesn't appreciate chivalry at all, he thought smoothly.
SNAP.
With an effortless, lightning-fast motion, Fu Ye's powerful hand shot forward, cleanly clamping around her slender throat and pinning her down against the soft grass. Staring directly into her wild, resentful eyes, he didn't offer a single word of empty debate.
In this brutal world where the fist reigned supreme, there was never any objective right or wrong; there was only the absolute disparity between the powerful and the weak. The strong were born to rule over all, while the weak were meant to bow their heads in absolute submission.
"Alas... I truly am a far too kind and sentimental soul," Fu Ye chuckled darkly, his grip tightening slightly as he leaned down. "Since you miss your beautiful past so much, let us thoroughly utilize your beloved Star Lake to deeply etch some unforgettable, wildly passionate new memories into your soul."
Without giving her a single millisecond to scream, Fu Ye ruthlessly scooped her bare, trembling form into his arms and strode directly into the rustic thatched cottage.
Omitted / Complete Carnal Domination
(The intense, lawless extraction of her pride and the absolute re-education of her body proceeded without a single shred of restraint inside the time-frozen cottage...)
Before he knew it, Fu Ye once again pushed his physical boundaries to their absolute peak, achieving a highly satisfying new breakthrough in his personal endurance compared to his previous two-month marathon.
Walking out of the cottage and looking around at the numerous, highly prominent areas around the pristine shores of the Star Lake that had been thoroughly marked and claimed by his celestial essence, Fu Ye's heart swelled with absolute, masculine pride.
As expected of a man of his calibre, every single session of intense "cultivation" yielded nothing less than spectacular structural progress. It looked like he would definitely need to frequent this private sanctuary much more often in the future; at this rate, achieving an even grander breakthrough in his absolute dominance was only a matter of time!
Meanwhile, back inside the rumpled, completely wrecked interior of the thatched cottage, the past-life Xiao Wu remnant lay sprawled across the floor, her soul barely kept tied to existence by the absolute, reality-preserving laws of the Wuyou Prison.
Because her phantom body was fundamentally incapable of dying here, the true source of her absolute terror wasn't the prison itself—it was the agonizingly long, completely lawless duration of time Fu Ye chose to spend dominating her. Her beautiful eyes were completely rolled back, her small fingers twitching weakly against the floorboards as she lay in a state of total, absolute physical collapse.
The moment Fu Ye turned around and stepped through the exit portal of the spiritual sea...
FLASH!
The entire dimension immediately triggered its automatic system refresh, instantly cleansing the environment back to its original, pristine state.
As her scattered consciousness was forcefully snapped back into reality by the prison's restorative arrays, the past-life Xiao Wu remnant slowly pushed her perfectly healed body off the floor. Looking out at the beautiful, sparkling waters of the lake, the venomous, blood-red hatred within her eyes flared to life once more.
She realized she could move perfectly fine. Perhaps Fu Ye had simply forgotten to reset the environment back into a bleak stone cell, or perhaps it was a twisted act of "mercy," leaving her trapped within this simulation of her homeland.
However, before she could even take a single step toward the door, a sudden, massive explosion of thick, vibrant Blue Silver Grass vines erupted from every single corner of the cottage, wrapping around her limbs like iron pythons!
She violently thrashed against the bindings, but stripped of her spirit power, her efforts were entirely useless. Within seconds, the dense vines wrapped her body into an absolute, tightly bound cocoon. Every single square inch of her skin was completely covered, leaving only her nose and mouth exposed for breathing—and the absolute soles of her bare, sensitive white feet entirely bare.
Outside the spiritual sea, a highly amused, dark smirk spread across Fu Ye's handsome face. With a casual thought, a few tiny, incredibly soft sprouts of the Blue Silver Emperor (蓝银皇) slowly materialized directly beneath her exposed feet.
After setting a permanent automated timer on the spiritual array, Fu Ye completely withdrew his mind, thoroughly confident that his captive would deeply enjoy the brand-new, customized entertainment facility he had graciously installed for her.
The moment Fu Ye's presence vanished, the automated sprouts began to rhythmically, relentlessly brush against her highly sensitive soles. Inside the time-frozen cottage, the bound Xiao Wu remnant instantly burst into an unending, hysterical, and completely involuntary fit of agonizing laughter.
Fu Ye chuckled internally: Look at that... she's laughing so incredibly hard. She must be absolutely thrilled with my gift.
The Descent of the Scapegoat
Meanwhile, deep within a damp, ancient, and completely forgotten subterranean cavern situated on a remote island far across the great ocean.
The brutally beaten, heavily crippled body of Tang Chuan was carelessly hurled through the air by a wave of dark mist, slamming heavily onto the surface of a massive, blood-stained ancient stone altar.
The dark clone of the Rakshasa God materialized above him, its hollow eyes flashing with a terrifying, sickly green light as it stared down at the broken boy.
"Boy... offer every single drop of your vengeful mortal blood to this altar, and you shall officially become the sole successor to my divine throne!"