From Blood Mage to Styx Ancestor

Chapter 363 Blue-feathered Bird: Everything is going according to plan

At the scene of the ritual, countless scarlet chunks of flesh lay spread out on the ground, slowly writhing like the Shoggoths that Mordi had once seen.

But compared to Shoggoth, there is another more fitting description for him—a sewer slime.

These lumps of meat looked as if they had been rinsed with strong alkali and then washed a second time with boiling water mixed with abrasive, eventually becoming mixed with bone fragments, gel, blood, flesh, and even more filth, which is why they looked like this.

No matter how vivid one's imagination is, it is difficult to tell at a glance that these things were once living, breathing people.

They are still alive, but their appearance is now very different from that of humans.

These chunks of flesh surround the center of the ritual, spreading their bodies out as much as possible to maximize the contact area between the flesh and the ground, thereby obtaining a more intense stimulation.

They are constantly enveloped by pain and pleasure, resonating at nearly the same frequency, their spirits connected, weaving a giant net, sharing their own senses.

The combined stimulation from countless people gave them a near-ecstatic feeling.

This is something you can't experience no matter how many boosters you take.

Amidst a vast web of stimuli, Mordy saw a being, symbolizing a pure sensory feast, slowly taking shape.

After the plan was leaked, the members of the Senses Sect of the Unborn Cult activated their contingency plan; in fact, this was their original plan.

The idea of ​​dragging in other forces like the Feathered Ascension Sect was just a spur-of-the-moment decision by the ceremony's host; after all, the more people involved in the party, the stronger the sensory stimulation and the better the effect.

But since they've been discovered, they have no choice but to proceed as planned.

And these people who have laid themselves bare, along with the divine being that is being conceived, are the result of this party ceremony.

It was also the target of the chaotic gods such as Modi.

"Did they create this deity, or did this deity merely use their hands to create itself?"

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The blue-feathered bird perched on his shoulder, tilting its head. Despite its reputation for having all-seeing eyes, it could only see the mist shrouding the ritual above.

"Can't you tell either?" The green, pus-filled, bloated giant sat to the side, casually grabbing a wisp of miasma and stuffing it into its massive maw.

"Who do you take Him for, a weak god?"

The blue-feathered bird glanced at the sleeve and looked at Him with an expression as if He were an idiot.

"He is not one of those minor gods, but the fourth seat of the eight-pointed star chosen by the three of us, the Lord of the Great Ecstasy of Blissful Perception, and also a being born from the remnants of that Death God."

"How come the three of us made the same choice?" Zhi Futian's face was contorted in a grimace.

"Heh, why don't you quit now? We can get even more if you're gone," the treacherous taunted.

Zhi Futian shook his head and said no more.

Modi glanced at the blue bird perched on his shoulder and asked, puzzled, "I understand the logic, but why do you keep standing on my shoulder?"

He discovered that whenever the three of them were present, the mutated sky would always fly onto his shoulder.

Is he some kind of human-shaped tree branch? Or some kind of bird frame?

"Coo coo... I don't know about the altered heavens, I just feel very comfortable standing on you."

The blue-feathered bird tilts its head; if you ignore the five eyes, the suit actually looks quite like an ordinary bird.

"Two birdmen."

Zhi Futian muttered something to himself, then his gaze fell on the center of the ritual, and his expression gradually became serious.

If He was not mistaken, the God conceived through the mystic arts was nearing completion.

Those crimson chunks of flesh crawling on the ground, they constantly used sensory stimulation to squeeze their own spirit, turning themselves from humans into ghosts, and then from ghosts back to humans.

The spiritual essence they extracted, the pain, pleasure, and emotions generated in the process, were all absorbed by the gestating God and became part of Him.

In the end, all that remained were a group of vegetative-looking human flesh blocks that unconsciously repeated the actions they had before they died, continuing to spread out their flesh and blood to obtain stimulation.

The decadent music echoed in the void, and the lewd atmosphere squeezed out from the gaps in the air, spreading rapidly from the site of the secret ritual to all parts of the Wusheng Sect's territory.

Anyone who inhales this pink gas, regardless of their cultivation level or status, will have a flushed face, their senses will be in a state of frenzy and confusion, and their nerve sensitivity will be increased dozens of times.

In an instant, countless followers of the Wusheng Sect fell like harvested wheat.

The corruption of Bliss has spread, easily causing believers who originally belonged to the Unborn Sect to fall into depravity.

The entire Wusheng Sect fell into a giant web of sexual intercourse and bloodshed.

Those who should have been steadfast believers in death were now indulging in the pleasure and pain of tearing their own and others' bodies apart while having intercourse.

"The Lord of Bliss, the Great Freedom of the Demon Realm."

Mordi softly uttered His name.

The deity perched atop the mountain of flesh seemed to sense something and glanced in his direction.

His gaze transformed into a bridge, conveying all sorts of desires to him.

The crimson lotus flames blazed fiercely, burning away the desires that followed the gaze. Then, the blue and white sword lights, like a vicious dragon reaching out its head, bit off and killed the gaze.

"Hmph~"

A seductive humming sound drifted over, and even just hearing it caused the vegetative-human flesh on the ground to twitch instinctively, secreting strange liquid from beneath them.

They ascended to heaven on the spot.

"As expected of a god born from extreme sensory stimulation, what a shameless thing."

The mutated heaven narrowed its eyes, stretched out its wings and retrieved a scepter from the void, then lightly tapped the tip of the scepter forward.

The power of change pressed down, and wherever it passed, decadent music turned into obscure and mysterious sounds, and the licentious atmosphere was ignited like burning incense.

"You dare, you scruffy bird?!"

A loud, furious female voice swept across the room, shattering the surrounding chunks of flesh into a bloody mist.

You could tell that Paradise was furious.

The altered heavens are using the power of change to corrupt and alter the existing power. If successful, it may transform into a deity who governs love and beauty.

This is similar to persuading a prostitute to leave the profession, but the problem is that Bliss has no intention of going ashore.

For Him, this was undoubtedly an act contrary to His nature.

"Why wouldn't you dare? Hurry up and do it."

The bird-like face that had usurped the heavens writhed and became ferocious and ruthless.

"Drag Him into the subspace!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Modi and Zhifutian attacked simultaneously, their blue and white sword energies, accompanied by thick miasma, surging towards the Blissful Heaven in the center of the secret ritual.

"Surrender and you will be spared punishment." Zhi Futian's tone was completely flat.

"If you resist stubbornly, you will be beaten mercilessly." Mo Di sneered.

The three gods of the eight-pointed star attacked simultaneously, almost instantly shattering the defenses of Bliss.

From a realistic perspective, He is, after all, a newly born native deity who has not yet been contaminated by the cesspool of warp space, nor does He have the blessing of the eight-pointed star seat.

Facing three Chaos Gods stronger than himself, unless he could devour the faith and incomplete authority left behind by the Mother of No Life in a very short time, he would have no chance of turning the tide.

Clearly, He couldn't do it; the miracle did not happen to Him.

"No, I don't want to be dragged into the cesspool!"

In the void, the wails of Bliss echoed far and wide.

"Hehehe, that's not up to you." Mo Di chuckled strangely, much like a water ghost dragging someone down with it.

"Either you reform and become a good person, or you fall into the subspace. You have no other choice." The mutated heaven also let out a hoarse laugh.

The corrupt heaven did not speak, but His actions revealed His attitude.

Bliss's resistance gradually weakened, but it was still struggling. A blush appeared on the face of the person who manifested, whose appearance was indistinguishable as a man or woman draped in a light veil.

There was even a faint humming sound coming from inside.

Modi frowned, sensing that Blissful Heaven seemed to be enjoying itself.

Could it be... that he's enjoying the process?

"Gurgle... Let's finish this already, this guy's starting to enjoy it." The five eyes of the mutated heaven were half-closed.

The look of disdain in the eyes of the stagnant heaven towards the heaven of bliss.

The three gods exchanged glances, decisively increased their power, and in just two or three breaths, dragged Elysium into the long-awaited subspace.

The subspace, a chaotic demonic realm that no one can find, is the location of Bliss.

The manifestation of Bliss, suspended in mid-air by two iron rings, still had a slight rosy complexion on its face.

"Even if you beat me to my knees, whip me, kiss me, and torture me, I will never... ugh!"

Modi struck him in the stomach, forcibly interrupting him.

Just looking at his expression of enjoyment, Modi felt that doing so would make his hands dirty.

"Fatty, go and slap him twice with your sweaty hands."

"Ugh, my hands are so sweaty, the smell is too strong, I need a..."

"Shut up, you shameless bastard!"

The Heavenly Emperor, unable to bear it any longer, cast a silencing spell on Him, finally bringing peace.

"..." Zhifutian's face twitched, and he moved his massive body forward, giving Jiletian two slaps.

However, seeing the Elysium hanging like a roasted chicken, its face flushed and twisted like a maggot, Modi still felt nauseous.

He wouldn't dare touch Su Youli until he went back and rebuilt his body.

"I have a feeling we'll regret this decision," he said helplessly.

Although Bliss is not powerful, it can still disgust people.

"Let's drag Him down with us, I really don't want to have any more contact with Him." The usurper had lost interest in watching the spectacle.

The power of the warp is all-pervasive, and the captured Elysium was naturally unable to resist it.

His birth was too short. Even if he had a vast foundation in the future, and even if he was born from the legacy of the Unborn Mother, he would have no chance of winning against the corruption of the Warp.

A corrupt and evil force surged into his body, transforming the very essence of Bliss and attempting to bind Sleeves and the subspace together.

The essence that originated from the Mother of No Birth was extracted and absorbed by the subspace.

In this way, the Chaos Octagon acquired some of the essence of a demon god.

Mordi, along with the Alter and the Corruptor, also share this essence, and in terms of rank alone, they are higher than the other immortals.

"Is this the true nature of a demon god? It looks... not much different from before." Zhi Futian sensed the changes within himself and slowly shook his head.

"After all, it's just the incomplete essence of that one, and since we haven't been upgraded yet, we naturally can't exert any effect."

Looking at Bliss, which was still hanging in the air, Modi said, "If its incomplete nature could bring about immediate improvement, Bliss wouldn't have been beaten to this state by us."

"Waaaaaah"

"Shut up, Bliss!"

After he scolded him, Jiletian, who was being hung up like a roast chicken, had no choice but to shut up.

"Now that Elysium has returned to its rightful place, we should proceed with the next step of our plan," proposed the Usurper.

Zhifutian glanced at him sideways. "Do we have a next step in our plan?"

The blue-feathered bird that had tampered with the sky was delighted. It tilted its head, eager to introduce its grand plan.

"Gugu, everything is going according to plan. I've already figured out what to do next."

Fluttering its wings, it landed on Modi's shoulder and projected a whiteboard with the words: "Four Small Vendors and Xixi Upgrade Plan" written on it.

"None of us could possibly ascend to the rank of Demon God on our own."

He first made this conclusion, then glanced at everyone to make sure no one objected, before continuing, "But if we unite, using the warp as a base, we might become a four-in-one warp demon god."

"Among all the realms of the void, only we have such conditions."

Sharing the same demonic essence, coexisting in the same cesspool environment, and possessing a vast subspace as their foundation, they were born to do this.

"As for what will happen after the upgrade, it's a matter of getting on the train first and buying the ticket later."

After ascending to the status of demon gods, they had plenty of time to fill in the gaps in their own essence.

The tampered heavens called it an evil way to quickly become a demon god; as long as you level up fast enough, there will always be a way to make up for any deficits.

Zhi Futian rested his chin on his hand, pondering the feasibility of this proposal.

Bliss blinked, unable to speak due to the silence.

Modi and the usurper exchanged a glance, neither of them surprised.

This plan was something he and the usurper had come up with, so he wasn't surprised.

"At the moment, it seems we have no other options," said Zhifutian. "But there's a problem: the subspace... do you agree?"

Including Mordy, they all accepted that a vague consciousness existed in the warp, even though it was at most equivalent to instinct, but none of them would ignore it.

"I petitioned the Warp Space to hear about my grand plan, and the Warp Space has replied—it has agreed. Otherwise, how do you think this operation would have gone so smoothly?"

The tampered Heaven looked towards Paradise, the meaning of which was self-evident.

The latter looked helpless, wanting to say something, but the silence had not yet been broken.

"Then, let's do it according to your plan." Zhifutian gave Modi a deep look, guessing that Modi must be behind this.

These two birdmen who wield the power of change must have formed some kind of clique behind his back, and deliberately devised many plans of unknown origin.

Thinking about it this way, shouldn't he also start his own small group?

Zhi Futian's gaze unconsciously shifted to the roast chicken hanging beside him.

This newcomer probably hasn't joined any cliques yet. Should we try to win him over?

Noticing the thoughtful look in Zhifutian's eyes, Jiletian quickly shifted his gaze, revealing an expectant look.

It lingered for a moment on His plump, pungent body.

"The stagnant heavens were speechless."

Considering that guy's behavior just now, He decided to let it go.

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