Excessive ferocity due to caution

The previous era was called the Chaotic Era, but it has been replaced by a new era, and everything about the Chaotic Era should have disappeared.

However, the chaotic power within him, and the chaotic power of the Son of God in the Tower of Infernal Punishment, both belong to the Chaotic Era.

This reminded Zhao Yi.

Perhaps the power of torture instruments... like the power of chaos, originates from the chaotic era.

Thinking of this, Zhao Yi felt a strong sense of crisis!

If this is true, it means that the chaotic era may not have truly disappeared!

It could come back at any time!

How terrifying are the iterations and replacements of eras?

The Forgotten Traveler has already provided the answer.

Even the mighty ancient humans were nearly wiped out with the successive generations of eras!

Zhao Yi's thoughts were slightly disordered. He had no intention of getting entangled with the dream of wealth and power. He released the power he had obtained from the red lacquered wooden door. His whole body was shrouded in an ominous aura, like a walker from hell!

Snapped!

Zhao Yi grasped the spine that Huang Liangmeng had violently lashed out at, and an ominous power attached itself to it. Accompanied by Zhao Yi's power of law, it directly melted Huang Liangmeng's spine, which was entangled by the torture instruments, turning it into a pool of foul-smelling sewage!

"howl!"

Huang Liangmeng let out a bloodcurdling scream, sensing the terror of the ominous power, and tried to pull his spine back.

But he underestimated the terrifying ominous power behind the red lacquered wooden door!

Under Zhao Yi's control, those ominous forces traveled upwards along Huang Liangmeng's spine, quickly invading his internal organs and soul!

He screamed in agony, his eyes filled with terror.

"Wh...what is that...get out! Get out of my body!!"

"No... I'm going to vomit..."

His body rapidly decayed, and tiny, deformed arms and heads with only mouths grew from his chest, one after another, densely packed, frantically tearing at the torture instruments on Huang Liangmeng's body!

Even Zhao Yi was surprised to see such a scene.

He seemed to have underestimated the ominous power behind the red lacquered wooden door. After being controlled again, it exhibited a corrosive ability far exceeding its previous one!

Moreover... this power seems to have merged with the Touch of Oblivion.

The Touch of Oblivion is a life system tailor-made for the Forgotten Walkers by Maya and Atlantis, the two administrators of the Holy Mountain. It is extraordinary, showing considerable adaptability and compatibility, and seems to be able to evolve continuously.

Two pale, ghostly hands suddenly emerged from Huang Liangmeng's mouth, ripped it open, and presented Huang Liangmeng's brain to Zhao Yi amidst the splattering blood and flesh.

It contains the complete essence of the Yellow Millet Dream.

Although it was already extremely weak due to the corrosive power of the ominous force.

Zhao Yi looked at the still-warm brain in his hand and put it away carefully.

In the distance, the ominous force is still entangled in a frenzied struggle with the church's instruments of torture!

The torture device that the church gave Huang Liangmeng this time was very powerful, and it was even able to cleanse Zhao Yi of the ominous power attached to it on its own!

Although the torture device was completely suppressed, no matter how Zhao Yi used his ominous power to invade the inside of that special box, it was firmly resisted from the outside.

Looking at the black cube-shaped box amidst the pile of rotten flesh and blood, Zhao Yi slowly picked it up.

"Is this also a torture device?"

"I can go see Mr. Ouyang Feng again later and have him study this carefully."

Zhao Yi had no intention of letting Ouyang Feng truly live out his days in peace.

He promised Rabbit that he would keep Ouyang Feng alive, so this person absolutely cannot die.

Moreover, Ouyang Feng possesses immense value; his continued existence may provide unimaginable assistance to the future development of the Jie Sect!

He landed slowly.

He ordered his assassins to clean up the scene thoroughly, and then eagerly took Huang Liangmeng's brain to the autopsy room of the Tianwang Hotel.

Admittedly, someone like Huang Liangmeng is unlikely to know the core secrets of the Skull Church, but Zhao Yi really knows very little about the Skull Church.

Any bit of useful information is invaluable to Zhao Yi.

Only by knowing yourself and your enemy can you understand the true weaknesses of the Skull Church.

Upon entering the dissection room, Zhao Yi took out Huang Liangmeng's brain and placed it on the dissection table.

With a slight thought, the two met once again.

This time, however, it was within the barren spiritual world of the Yellow Millet Dream.

He was extremely weak, his strength drained by the instruments of torture, and he was being relentlessly eroded by an ominous aura. Now, his spiritual form had transformed into that of a white-haired old man in his twilight years.

Huang Liangmeng huddled under a collapsing earthen wall, trembling. Upon seeing Zhao Yi, he screamed and struggled, his expression crazed, no longer resembling a normal person.

"I told you, you'd be afraid of me."

Zhao Yi approached Huang Liangmeng, squatted down, and smiled broadly.

Huang Liangmeng screamed in terror.

The terror brought by the ominous breath completely shattered his courage.

"Kill me...kill me!!"

"They...they're back again!!"

"Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer!!!"

Huang Liangmeng was acting erratically, gesturing wildly at the air as if he had seen something, his mind in complete chaos.

Zhao Yi looked at Huang Liangmeng without a trace of pity in his eyes.

He didn't kill Huang Liangmeng, but instead dissected Huang Liangmeng's brain while Huang Liangmeng was still alive.

"It was a very interesting dissection."

Zhao Yi regained consciousness and plunged the scalpel into Huang Liangmeng's brain.

A kaleidoscope of colors gradually appeared in his eyes, accompanied by the heart-wrenching screams of the dreamer. Zhao Yi glanced around, observing the scenes unfolding before him...

He saw the suffering monk approach Huang Liang Meng and brainwash him.

At that time, Huang Liangmeng was just an ordinary citizen in the capital.

Even after struggling to make ends meet, he could only manage to survive.

With his strength only at the Quasi-Great Fiend level, he could live a comfortable life in a place like a ruined city, but in a place like the capital, he could only live at the bottom of society.

They are able to meet their basic material needs, but they have almost no spiritual life of their own.

The immense pressure of his unrealistic dreams persisted for years, so when the church approached him, he agreed to become a pawn of the church after only a brief persuasion.

At that time, Huang Liangmeng's mind had begun to twist. He began to convince his subconscious that for the sake of fame and fortune, he had to abandon his conscience.

You should strive to be a superior person, not one of those "heroes" who only live in the praise of others.

Prolonged life stress and self-brainwashing finally transformed Huangliang's dream.

Although the process was thrilling, he lived the life he wanted—a superior person.

He now has his own luxurious home, his own 'dog,' and a woman he can satisfy his desires at any time.

Before he knew it, it seemed he had everything.

But the dream of wealth and glory always carries a certain illusion... that he has nothing at all.

The prolonged loneliness and emptiness became an unfillable void in his spirit, making him want to quit this game.

It was at this moment that Huang Liangmeng remembered... he had already sold his freedom to that bloodied and mangled monk, whose body was wrapped in barbed wire.

PS: Second update.