He smirked. This was truly exhilarating. In addition to the power of the Earth Spirit Water coursing through his body, there was the trendous inflow from his disciples. The cultivation, experiences, and accomplishnts of anyone who learned his Silk River Cultivation thod were flooding his body and mind.
His divine consciousness, concentration, and comprehension were growing by leaps and bounds, allowing him to further keep the trendous energy bloating his body under control. Yes, this was it. Even if he didn't get a chance to properly prepare for this, everything was going according to plan.
Roots were rapidly attacking the sect founder, but they were all eradicated by his domain. It seed like the tree had realized what he was doing and was trying to do the sa, but it was all in vain. Here and now, he would break through to beco an Ancient, a Demi-God! There was nothing that could stop him!
As realizations in cultivation broke down walls in his mind, he was unable to surpass before; his aged body actually regained its youth. The wrinkled skin, like crumpled parchnt, softened and tightened. He could feel it. His second rebirth. While his body reversed aging, his life span grew exponentially. He was passing the peak of the immortal realm, and once he was done, he would erase this place and travel to new shores.
Nothing would-
Clink!
The soft sound of tal clicking could be heard. It was so out of place in this space full of ravenous root tentacles that it almost tore through his perception. He felt a cool weight on his collar. At so point, he could determine that a necklace with a small pendant had appeared around his neck!?
“Who? How?!” the questions shot through his mind, but before he could determine any answers, there was a sudden piercing pain in his mind. His enlightennt was abruptly interrupted by dozens of voices.
“My butt is itchy!” “I'm horny.” “I'm hungry!” “Let's eat.” Let's fuck.” “Let's kill!” “Kill!?” “Kill!”
“No, sleep!” “I want to-” “Scratch!” “Eat!” “Feel warmth.” “It's cold.” “Please, help!” “It hurts. “Let's hurt soone!” “Kill!” “Itchy!”
Incessant, random thoughts suddenly flooded his mind from this small prick, as if he was injected with heart demons. Why was this happening? he had long overco the 7 Emotion tribulation! He cast them away when he stepped into the Dao Seeking realm.
“Urgh!” he coughed up so blood. His concentration faltered for just a mont, and he could feel his veins rupture in several places! Was this it? No, he couldn't die like this, he- had to find a young female monkey and- No! What were these pictures in his mind!?
Driving back the voices growing in noise, he focused on reigning back the current of power. For so reason, it felt easier?! The pain in his body lessened, too. Had his veins healed? How? Even if he regained control, healing veins should have taken days, maybe longer...
“It hurts!” “Heal!” “Destroy!” “Please let out of here...” “I don't want this!” “I want this!” The voices beca even stronger, drowning his own thoughts. Just what was happening? Was it the necklace? It had to be the necklace!
When his attention shifted to his necklace, he found the reason the energy beca more manageable. This little thing was sucking up power at trendous speed! What kind of cursed jewelry was this!? Instinctively, he raised he grabbed the pendant, and wanted to rip it off- His arm didn't move.
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“One of us!” “ One of US!” “Suffer!” “Freeze!” “Fuck!” “Sleep!” “One of US!” “Mine!” “Mine” “!” “?” “Who is ?” “Where is us?” he almost threw up when the voices in his mind swelled in volu and power.
He started shaking. He couldn't control his own thoughts anymore. He was even losing control of his body! How was this- she would need a really nice pink butt, oh how great that would- happening?! He suddenly imagined the feeling of a piece of bloody at in his hand. The squishy muscles and warm blood squelch under his grip...
“No!” he exclaid indignantly, raising the strength in his hand. He circulated a portion of his power through his sea of consciousness to clear his mind. He was able to push back the voices invading his mind and regain control.
With all the power he could muster, he ripped on the thin chain. His eyes bulged- The thin string of tal didn't budge. Even though he never cultivated his body, how could it withstand the power of soone who had surpassed the peak of the immortal realm!?
Only now did he notice that his breakthrough was actually failing! The energy he had amassed, the strength of mind, his comprehension- The mont had passed! Pushed away by the voices. Sucked away by the necklace!?
“No! No! Get off!” he muttered as he hectically tried to take the necklace off, but it was stuck to his neck! It would not rip. It would release from his body! How could this be! How would he get a good night's sleep? How would he ever find warmth? No, these were not his thoughts!
“What happened to the voices. They were...? is the voices. No, I don't want this. This couldn't happen to ! I'm us. No, no I'm not. I'm horny! No! I was about to beco- a father of many children-...”
The voices had fused with his thoughts as the power of the Earth Spirit Water waned, sucked into the terrifying necklace. Tears started flowing from the eyes of the immortal who had cast away earthly emotions, as his body and mind were assimilated into the Whimsical Curse and his thoughts beca increasingly chaotic.
The domain surrounding the ancestor of the Silk River Sect vanished. His body was riddled with roots, ending his life before the Whimsical Curse did. A last act of rcy, the tree granted the immortal unwittingly.
When the body turned into a mummy, and life vanished from his eyes, the fine necklace with the small pendant slid off his neck and hit the ground with an almost gentle clank. It was a surprisingly calm end for such a turbulent battle. The history of the Silk River Sect had finally found its end at the hands of its own founder and a tiny treasure.
...
Seth watched it all, standing not far from the man sitting on the ground. He had co here to stop the man from whatever he was doing. Although the sphere of power that eradicated the roots was scary, Seth, trusting his armor, had taken the risk to put the necklace on the man.
To the blacksmith's surprise, he had stayed untouched by the power of the domain. This led him to believe it was perception-based. Another surprise was the effects of the Whimsical Curse. The pillar of power surrounding the man, who seed on the verge of a breakthrough, had quickly lost its luster.
When he finally realized what the problem was, the influence and durability of the necklace was already too strong. Seth had not often gotten the chance to see the full course of symptoms when wearing the Whimsical curse. The man seed to resist while becoming increasingly more confused.
Ultimately, he watched the domain vanish, as if the man accepted his fate and chose a quick death at the roots of the tree sapling. When he finally died as a mummy, which took uncomfortably long, the Curse of Binding was released, and the
With a lot of respect, Seth picked up the Whimsical Curse. It had beco one of the few items he himself was afraid of, despite being its creator.
All aspects of the necklace had upgraded beyond belief, it even gained the domain ability of the sect ancestor...
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