Chapter 62 The Underground Demon Cave, A Baptism of Blood

“Ding.”

The private elevator made a soft sound and, instead of ascending, plummeted rapidly into the depths of the earth.

The floors on the digital display screen kept changing, B1, B2... until B5.

The elevator door slowly opened.

A strong smell of blood mixed with a peculiar incense instantly assaulted the senses.

What came into view was a massive underground space.

This should have originally been the Black Gold Chamber of Commerce's vault or secret warehouse.

But now, it had been transformed into a chilling cult altar.

Dim candlelight flickered, illuminating the surrounding walls like a ghostly realm.

“Here, God is with us.”

The Masked Man was the first to step out of the elevator, his voice echoing in the vast hall.

You mechanically followed behind, peering through the holes in the mask.

You observed this demonic lair hidden beneath the bustling city.

Hundreds of gray-robed cult members had already gathered in the hall.

Some came from the slums of the Old City, others were vagrants from the Chaos Zone.

There were even a few well-dressed merchants and officials.

But at this moment, they all shared one identity—fanatics.

“Myriad World Pure Eye... Body Burning Undying...”

“Flesh is weak... Ascension to Bliss...”

Low and frenzied prayers rose and fell, converging into a nauseating wave of sound.

Their eyes were filled with fanaticism, as if they would not hesitate to cut open their own chests at the command of the high and mighty Masked Man.

They would not hesitate to cut open their own chests.

“Not many people, less than a thousand.”

You, in the depths of your Sea of Consciousness, calmly analyzed.

“It seems the information was correct.”

“Martial Saint Li Qingshan’s battle forty years ago truly crippled the Heart-Eroding Cult.”

“Although it has resurfaced, it’s just a handful of stragglers now.”

“They can only cling to life like underground rats.”

“However...”

Your gaze fell on the brand new blood-red banner hanging directly above the altar.

An open vertical eye was embroidered on it.

“The new cult leader’s ascension has indeed brought changes.”

“Before, they mostly hid in the center of the Chaos Zone.”

“Now, leveraging the influence of this Mountain-Sea Realm expert, they’ve started extending their reach into Federal cities.”

“They’ve even taken control of a large Longnan City company like the Black Gold Chamber of Commerce.”

The Masked Man led you through the kneeling crowd, step by step, onto the altar.

“Silence!”

He raised a hand to silence them, and the entire hall instantly fell silent.

“Today is a day of great joy for the Holy Cult.”

The Masked Man’s voice was full of allure.

“The Cult Leader’s Divine Might is unparalleled; he has not only re-established the link with our God but also bestowed this perfect ‘Divine Son’!”

He pulled you to the front of the stage, displaying you to the crowd.

“Look! This is the vessel chosen by God! His Physical Body is flawless! His Soul is as pure as ice and snow!”

“Roar! Divine Son! Divine Son!”

The cult members below erupted in frenzied roars, their eyes filled with envy and jealousy.

In their eyes, becoming a “Divine Son” was the highest honor.

“However, mortal bodies are ultimately stained with dust.”

The Masked Man’s tone shifted, becoming sinister.

“To bear divine grace, one must first ‘cleanse the body and purify the Soul,’ severing past Karma and bonds.”

“Bring the offering!”

At his command.

Two burly black-robed chosen cult members dragged up a figure tied with ropes.

It was a middle-aged man.

He was covered in blood, his limbs locked by special alloy shackles, his eyes blindfolded with black cloth.

His mouth was gagged, only able to emit mournful whimpers.

The moment the black cloth was torn off, you were secretly startled.

Grandmaster Xu Liang!

It was him again.

The once high and mighty hidden boss of the Black Gold Chamber of Commerce, who held countless lives and deaths in his hands.

The culprit who sent you to the operating table in the first simulation.

Now knelt at your feet like a dead dog.

His four limbs had been crippled, his Meridians severed, and his proud Origin Opening Realm cultivation was completely gone.

“Woo woo woo!”

Grandmaster Xu Liang struggled desperately, his bloodshot eyes filled with hatred and terror.

He stared intently at the Masked Man in front of him, his eyes full of pleading.

He seemed to want to say: “I’m one of you! I’m your loyal dog! Why are you doing this to me?”

“Grandmaster Xu Liang, you should feel honored.”

The Masked Man looked down at him, his eyes full of mockery, as if he were looking at a worn-out tool.

“You have amassed wealth for the Holy Cult for many years, your contributions are immense.”

“Now, the Cult Leader has shown mercy, bestowing upon you the opportunity to be the ‘baptism’ offering for the Divine Son. This is the glory of your lifetime.”

Upon hearing this, Grandmaster Xu Liang’s eyes instantly filled with despair.

He finally understood that in the eyes of these lunatics, even a Origin Opening Realm Martial Artist like him.

Was nothing more than expendable material that could be discarded at any time.

Then, his gaze turned to you.

Looking at the “Divine Son” wearing a white bone mask and exuding a deathly aura, Grandmaster Xu Liang trembled all over.

He had no idea who was behind the mask.

He only knew that this was a monster cultivated by the evil cult, a butcher’s knife that was about to end his life.

“Kill him.”

The Masked Man handed you a bone dagger carved with intricate patterns, his voice low like a devil’s whisper.

“Use his blood to wash away the mortal Qi from your body. Sever the weakness of the past and embrace your new life.”

You took the dagger without any hesitation.

Under the control of the Secret Words, you were now a emotionless killer.

But your true consciousness, at this moment, felt a trace of absurdity and a sense of predestination of Karma.

“Grandmaster Xu Liang, you probably never dreamed of this.”

“The student you forced to die, whose organs were to be dissected to pay off debt, is now standing before you.”

“You don’t know me, but I know you.”

“As the boss of the Black Gold Chamber of Commerce, your hands are stained with the blood of countless people.”

“You exploit commoners, you traffic human organs, you can betray anything for profit.”

“Your death today is nothing but retribution.”

“In the first simulation, you killed me; in this simulation, I kill you.”

“Pfft!”

Your hand moved, and the knife fell.

The bone dagger accurately and steadily pierced Grandmaster Xu Liang’s heart, without the slightest tremor.

Blood gushed out, splattering on your pale mask, adding a touch of demonic red to this eerie scene.

Grandmaster Xu Liang’s body convulsed violently a few times, his eyes wide open, unwilling to close even in death.

Until his last breath, he didn’t know who killed him.

He went to Hell with a belly full of questions and resentment for his ally’s betrayal.

“Good! Very good!”

The Masked Man watched this scene and nodded in satisfaction.

He didn’t care about Grandmaster Xu Liang’s life.

In his eyes, Grandmaster Xu Liang was just a worn-out dog.

He could be replaced at any time with new, more reliable believers.

Being used to help the “Divine Son” prove his loyalty was already making full use of him.

“Divine Son takes his place!”

“The ritual is complete!”

The cult members below once again erupted in even more frenzied cheers.

The wave of sound echoed in the underground space, like a demonic dance.

Amidst this chaotic frenzy, you stood silently in the center of the altar, letting the blood drip from the dagger.

Your eyes were hollow, as if you had completely become a tool of the cult.

But deep within your Sea of Consciousness, the real you watched all of this coldly.

“Laugh, laugh to your heart’s content.”

“This is your last carnival.”