《Taboo. Desire》2《Living by Desire》
Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Soul's Shura Field
1、【Collapse of Reality and All-or-Nothing】
Reality world, Shen Family Mansion.
Shen Yanzhi collapsed on the cold hard floor of the underground collection room. His once perfectly tailored suit was now tattered. He coughed violently, every mouthful of phlegm bringing up dark red blood clots.
He stared in horror at his reflection in the mirror—that was no longer the spirited conglomerate president, but a monster with cracked skin, sunken eyes, as if he had aged a hundred years in an instant.
“Sun… You actually… drained my life essence…” Shen Yanzhi roared, his voice hoarse like an old bellows.
His trembling hand gripped the ritual blade stained with countless evil auras. His eyes erupted with final madness. He knew the ancient Shen residence was collapsing; if he could not kill the previous-life Sun and Lu Yuan in that spacetime, he would wither and die in reality due to “severed roots.”
“Since I must die… I’ll drag you all down to hell with me!”
Shen Yanzhi viciously plunged the ritual blade into his thigh, using extreme pain to forcibly burn his remaining soul power, forcibly dragging his consciousness back into the execution ground amid the storm.
2、【Return to the Frontline】
Ancient times, Luanshigang execution ground.
Rain poured, lightning flashed and thunder roared.
The previous-life Sun and Lu Yuan knelt in the icy muddy water, surrounded by roaring villagers and executioners holding broad blades.
“Kill them! Kill this adulterous pair!”
The modern Sun and Lu Yuan manifested again as spirit bodies, but this time their spiritual light was no longer faint; it carried a devouring black-red killing aura. Sun gazed at the blood-soaked earth beneath her feet—that was the first pool of blood shed by her unborn child.
“Shen Yanzhi, you still dare to come.” Sun spoke coldly, her voice echoing across the entire execution ground.
Shen Yanzhi’s consciousness possessed the ancient tycoon’s body. He staggered down from the execution platform, holding a chilling longsword. His face was twisted, overlapping with the aged modern version of himself, appearing extremely ferocious.
“Sun, do you think becoming stronger means you can rewrite history?” Shen Yanzhi sneered, pointing his sword at the kneeling previous-life Lu Yuan. “One strike of this sword and he will be destroyed in reality too! You can’t save him—you can’t save anyone!”