MC Creative Mode: Wholesale Perpetual Motion Machine

Chapter 259 Interlude 1
(The interlude before the New World)
It was a corner not recorded in any ancient history, a tiny, insignificant world in a vast universe called "Nine Heavens and Ten Earths".

Time, too, seems to have lost its meaning here, frozen in some non-existent moment...

Night fell, but it was not the usual black; rather, it was a thick, dark red, like congealed blood. The crescent moon, blood-red, hung high, like the empty, cold pupils of a monster, indifferently gazing upon the vast, raging wilderness below.

In the dim light, a scarlet, viscous liquid poured down from the sky, like a rain of blood, densely sprinkling onto the earth.

The thing flickered eerily, like moonlight, like drops of blood, or like writhing, twisting insects, carrying an unsettling aura of life.

Like a greedy maggot, it frantically burrows into the earth upon contact, causing large swaths of vegetation to wither rapidly.

However, at the same time, more plants were expanding and multiplying wildly, twisting into all sorts of deformed and bizarre shapes, as if struggling to be reborn in pain.

Beneath the earth, countless creatures buried in the burrows were also disturbed. Their bodies were grotesque and deformed, and they let out mournful howls under the blood-red moonlight.

The Emperor's sap, carrying mysterious substances, burrowed into their bodies, granting them an astonishing growth rate, causing them to prey on and fight with the wriggling plants, growing stronger amidst the chaos.

Rumbling--

A colossal elephant, comparable to a mountain range, was charging wildly. Each stomp of its four legs, of varying lengths and as thick as pillars, triggered a violent earthquake, and the terrifying shockwaves were enough to easily shatter cultivators at the Sea of ​​Wheels realm.

Its entire body is covered with abnormally grown bone spurs, and every movement is accompanied by excruciating pain as they pierce flesh, leaving behind hideous wounds.

But under the crimson moonlight, the crimson imperial fluids soaked into the wounds, the pain vanished instantly, and the wounds healed at a visible speed, merging the bone spurs into the body, forming a bizarre cycle.

The sharp sparks that erupted from the collision of the bone spurs even pierced through the void and fell into an unknown place.

However, even this terrifying monster, powerful enough to rival a Dao Palace expert, let out a mournful cry and fled for its life. Its body, larger than a mountain range, was covered with wounds eroded by the laws of the Dao, wounds that should have healed but refused to heal under some kind of force.

A ruby-like luster flowed from its body, forming a waterfall of blood that cascaded onto the earth as it ran, only to be scattered by the massive shockwave, transforming into twisted and varied blood mist.

But in an instant, a final, mournful cry rang out, and its body was pierced by a huge bone claw.

A monster with the body of a giant eagle but the head of a human woman tore through the sky and swooped down, pinning her to the ground.

Her beautiful, jade-like face suddenly opened wide, and she bit down, chewing and swallowing the flesh and bone spurs that were still twisting and writhing even after being torn apart.

Amidst the excruciating pain of being devoured alive, tears welled up in the elephant's bloodshot eyes, and the lingering ferocity in its pupils quickly dissipated, revealing a faint glimmer of clarity.

In its final moments, its gaze remained fixed on the horizon, watching the grotesque mass of flesh desperately fleeing, bathed in the crimson moonlight. "Live on..."

That lump of flesh and blood should have been a human boy.

In order not to let down the sacrifices of his clan elders, he is desperately burning the source of his special physique.

He transformed himself into a furnace on the verge of collapse, frantically absorbing the crimson imperial liquid descending from the sky, and refining into his body the baleful aura, killing intent, moonlight power, and a trace of almost imperceptible dark malice contained within it.

His physique became increasingly deformed and bizarre, his strength grew ever stronger, but his reason became increasingly weak.

What sustained him as he continued his escape to distant lands was only the deep-seated, yet rapidly fading, hatred.

He roared inwardly, "I will drive all these monsters out! Even if it costs me everything!"

Even so, in the distant sky, there was still a mocking figure looking down at the earth as if looking at a clown.

His lips twitched, blood spilling out, and droplets of pure blood slid down his lips, only to be swallowed by his scarlet tongue.

Watching the fleeing mass of flesh, a playful smile curled at the corner of his lips: "Interesting, another promising medicinal ingredient. These naked apes grow so fast when raised. Keep growing, keep refining my essence, and then..."

After swallowing the fragrant flesh and blood, he reached out again and grabbed a lump of flesh and blood that had been forcibly twisted into a ball and was still struggling and writhing. He stuffed it into his mouth like he was cracking sunflower seeds and chewed it vigorously.

This was a time stained with blood, a time of misery for humanity... or rather, for all the weak in the universe.

A divine war of unknown origin plunged the heavens and earth into unprecedented chaos, with the once high and mighty beings engaging in a frenzied battle.

In times of peace, the already rare and cruel starry sky is transformed into a purgatory.

In the starry sky, the flesh and blood of the dead powerful beings dissipated. This flesh and blood, filled with baleful aura, killing intent, and some kind of strange substance, pierced through space and, relying on some mysterious command, fell into some ancient life-bearing stars.

Many powerful individuals discovered them and attempted to refine the flesh and blood left behind by these powerful individuals, extracting the surging divine energy and Dao principles contained within into a great medicine for breaking through realms.

But soon, after several disasters, the powerful discovered the strange contamination contained within. They found that the elixirs they refined were completely inedible; once ingested, they would become violent and insane, until they completely lost their minds.

It's one thing to be violent and insane, after all, how many powerful people haven't killed thousands and yet have pure hearts?
But completely losing one's mind is somewhat unacceptable.

However, soon, through some research findings emanating from the extremely mysterious forbidden zone of life—the underworld—the powerful changed their minds and developed a completely new art of "alchemy".

The power within is activated and slowly dispersed into small worlds, where weaker beings absorb, consume, condense, and refine it. This makes the power that originally required a lot of effort to refine much easier to absorb at a very low cost.

On this land, and in this starry sky, such "alchemy furnaces" are everywhere.

After the powerful beings ravaged the starry sky, their remaining flesh and blood, and the remnants of their power, were like rich mineral deposits.

To powerful individuals of the same level, this thing, filled with killing intent, malevolent energy, corpse energy, and all sorts of strange laws, is like a rotting corpse in the eyes of ordinary people.

But for the weak, the flesh and blood of the powerful, whose blood could destroy a planet with a single drop, is an inexhaustible treasure for this lifetime.

"Ahhh..." Somewhere underground in the Great Wilderness, a deformed, writhing mass of flesh was using one of its tentacles to curl up a sharp bone spike and forcefully stab it into its own flesh, forcibly cutting off those bizarre parts that resembled the organs of different wild beasts.

Amidst intense pain and wails, a bloody humanoid figure was ripped from it.

A pale light, like the cold moonlight, emanated from between his brows, freezing the flesh and blood that were violently writhing and trying to merge back together.

He had no name, nor did any of the humans and the weak in this farm.

As beings born from various potent drugs and with an extremely short growth and gestation period, they are like weeds, forced to use all their wisdom and life force to absorb and refine those toxic powers, using these powers to sustain their short lives, to conceive offspring in their short lives, and then burn out their lives, condensing everything into a mass of easily edible flesh and blood essence.

As he recalled the tribal elders who had bought him time to escape, a tear rolled down his cheek.

But this was probably his last tear.

In this blood-red wilderness, only the weak retain relatively normal emotions.

The more power it consumes, the stronger it becomes, and the more serious the pollution of its primordial spirit becomes.

As time goes by, they become increasingly cold and indifferent, until at some point, after a brief coma, all the memories and emotions of the past will become irrelevant, like a faded painting.

A more powerful and unfamiliar primordial spirit will be born within that body.

This boy is already on the verge of this tipping point.

Originally weak and frail, and with a strange constitution, he shouldn't have lived past ten years old in the outside world. However, thanks to these corrupted powers, his innate strange constitution, and the blood-red moonlight in the sky, he lived to be fifteen.

Wiping away the last tear from the corner of his eye, his flesh and blood were being reborn, his soul was struggling to transform, everything old was gradually disappearing, a new primordial spirit was gathering, and his eyes gradually became calm.

Once this transformation is complete, he will become stronger.

With his special physique, he will be far stronger than those elders in his tribe who became deformed and lost their minds at a young age.

He will kill the gods who control this world, and just as the gods devoured them, he will devour the gods!
One day, he, with his extraordinary physique, will break through this small world and step into the vast starry sky outside, becoming the emperor of this world!
But in the very next moment...

"Yo."

A casual greeting startled the boy, who was quietly awaiting his rebirth and death, making him jump. "Who?!"

With a snap, a strange spiral of smoke spread out, and a large bucket of liquid that had been shoved in front of his mouth was forcibly poured down his throat.

With a cold gaze, he sensed something amiss in his body, feeling as if his primordial spirit had suddenly split in two, crowding his head and creating a sense of congestion.

"Wait!" He frowned instinctively, then suddenly realized something, reached up to touch his face, and hesitated, "My emotions?"

Looking at the strange cube torch standing on the ground, and the cave space brightened by its soft light, he seemed to see in his eyes a rich and vibrant array of colors that he had only seen during his extremely brief childhood.

Fang Zheng, standing behind him, awkwardly withdrew his hand that was about to pat his shoulder and said with a smile, "Long time no see, Taiyin Holy Emperor and Taiyin Divine Emperor."

"Taiyin?" the boy murmured. He had seen this term before in half of an ancient scripture that was passed down as a treasure in his clan. It was a term used to describe one of the two aspects of the Great Dao.

His physique was also related to the power of Yin and cold. He once thought that if he became powerful enough one day, he would probably give himself a name or nickname, such as Taiyin.

(End of this chapter)