872: Chapter 861 Chen Xun pays respects to his master.

After the Dark Enslavement rune merged into Saintess Qian Xi's body, jet-black Darkness Power suddenly condensed out of thin air around her.

That Darkness Power enveloped her entire being layer by layer, as if it possessed its own life.

On Saintess Qian Xi's body, fine and intricate dark patterns slowly emerged from deep within her skin—her cheeks, arms, neck, thighs, and calves; her entire body was covered by those dense dark patterns.

Those patterns twisted and meandered like some ancient and forbidden curse seal, each flicker emitting a cold and eerie aura.

Qin Yan stood to the side, carefully observing every minute change on Saintess Qian Xi.

This was his first time using the Dark Enslavement secret technique of the Heavenly Demons, and he had to see the entire process clearly.

The dark patterns grew brighter and brighter, gradually changing from their initial dimness to becoming as dazzling as red-hot branding irons.

"Puchi—Puchi—"

After reaching their peak brightness, those patterns suddenly became incomparably sharp, beginning to crazily slice into Saintess Qian Xi's skin like countless tiny black blades.

Her fair skin was sliced open, and crimson blood bubbled out from the crisscrossing wounds.

Seeing this, Qin Yan frowned slightly. A verdant green light suddenly lit up in his palm, and the Wood-Type Longevity Spirit Light transformed into a gentle green halo that enveloped Saintess Qian Xi.

This was a last resort; he hadn't known that the process of planting the Dark Enslavement rune would be so aggressively corrosive to the Physical Body.

He certainly didn't want Saintess Qian Xi to die during the rune-planting process due to excessive injuries.

Nourished by the Wood-Type Longevity Spirit Light, the shocking wounds on Saintess Qian Xi's body finally stopped worsening, and the flowing blood gradually stanched.

Under the influence of some mysterious rule, the dark patterns appearing on her skin surface intertwined and achieved Fusion with her own blood, then simultaneously sank deep into her flesh.

The thick layer of Darkness Power around Saintess Qian Xi shuddered violently at the final moment, then slowly retracted and dissipated, returning everything to calm.

"It is done."

Qin Yan could clearly sense that an invisible yet firm connection had been established between himself and this Saintess of the Temple of Time before him.

From this moment on, he could decide the life or death of this Saintess with a single thought.

Subsequently, Qin Yan repeated the same trick, condensing a second Dark Enslavement rune and striking it into Saint Son Chen Xun's body.

After both slavery runes were fully planted, Qin Yan once again cast the Wood-Type Longevity Spirit Light, its verdant green life radiance sweeping over their bodies like a spring breeze.

The numerous scars on their bodies, caused by the black raindrops during the battle, healed rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Within just a moment, their external injuries had recovered as if they had never been hurt, not even leaving a single scar.

Immediately, Saintess Qian Xi and Saint Son Chen Xun slowly opened their eyes.

When the two realized that all their severe injuries had actually recovered, a look of astonishment involuntarily flashed in both their eyes.

They both looked at Qin Yan, truly not understanding what he was up to.

First he beat them until they were severely injured, and now he had healed all their injuries; what exactly was he playing at?

Saintess Qian Xi subconsciously lowered her head to inspect her own clothing, and only after discovering that nothing had been tampered with did she quietly let out a sigh of relief.

However, before the two could rejoice for long, dense dark patterns suddenly emerged on their bodies without any warning.

Those patterns were identical to the ones from when the runes were planted, yet they were even denser and darker than before.

Immediately, an excruciating pain, indescribable in words, swept over both of them like a tsunami.

This excruciating pain was not just physical; it was an extreme torture that penetrated deep into the Soul—as if countless red-hot steel needles were piercing into their Souls at the same instant, and as if countless ants were gnawing at their bone marrow.

"Ah~!!" "Ah—"

Saintess Qian Xi and Saint Son Chen Xun let out an irrepressible scream almost simultaneously.

Bean-sized beads of sweat rolled down their foreheads like broken strings of pearls, and more and more sweat was seeping out from under their skin at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In just a few short breaths, both of them were soaked through.

To be able to make two Saints and Saintesses, who had experienced countless life-and-death trials, hurt to this extent, shows just how profound the pain brought by this Dark Enslavement was.

"Qin Yan—what, what exactly have you done to us!"

Saintess Qian Xi was trembling violently, her voice becoming intermittent due to the all-pervading excruciating pain.

Qin Yan stood before the two, his expression remaining as calm and composed as before.

"I didn't do much, just placed a small curse seal on you. From now on, your lives are entirely under my control—in other words, I am now your Master, do you understand?"

"You want me, Saint Son Chen Xun, to be your slave? Dream on!"

Saint Son Chen Xun endured the excruciating pain that was almost tearing him apart, kneeling halfway in the silver seawater, gritting his teeth as he spoke word by word.

He was a Saint of the Temple of Time, a peerless Prodigy who had stood out from countless Prodigies, a being destined to stand at the very pinnacle of the Heavens and Myriad Worlds.

How could he become someone else's slave? His pride would absolutely not allow it.

Upon hearing this, Qin Yan did not get angry; he merely glanced at him indifferently.

Immediately, the dark patterns on Saint Son Chen Xun's body suddenly became even brighter and more dazzling.

"Ah ah—ao ao!"

Saint Son Chen Xun's body suddenly arched without warning, and a terrifying, excruciating pain, several times more intense than before, exploded within his body like a volcanic eruption.

That pain had already exceeded the scope of what language could describe!

Saint Son Chen Xun could no longer maintain his half-kneeling posture, his whole body rolling crazily in the seawater, causing the silver water to splash everywhere.

"Master, spare me! Master—Qin Yan, you are my Master!"

In less than ten seconds, Saint Son Chen Xun was shouting hoarsely, that originally stubborn and unyielding face no longer possessing even a shred of its former toughness.

Whatever pride of a Saint, whatever glory of the Temple of Time, in the face of that pain that penetrated the bone marrow and reached the Soul, it was all ground into dust.

Seeing this, Qin Yan then unhurriedly retracted his Divine Ability.

Saint Son Chen Xun immediately felt the excruciating pain that was almost tearing him into pieces recede like the tide, his whole body collapsing in the silver seawater like someone fished out of water, gasping for breath.

He took a good while to recover before crawling up from the seawater, walking with faltering steps to stand before Qin Yan.

(Hmm... the next chapter is written with a bit of dark humor, hmm...)