Chapter 644: Pale Severed Hand

Li Heng regained his focus and looked back at where the monster was.

With his current Hongdao Level vision, he could vaguely discern what the monster was gestating, rather than being shrouded in mist as before, making it difficult to see clearly.

He raised his eyebrows, somewhat surprised.

Because this process was not just gestation, but an arrival.

Something from the nether was breaking through the Absolute isolation inside and outside the prison through some kind of connection, descending into the monster's demonic fetus. Although its power did not appear significant now, its status was extremely high.

Wujian then spoke with a solemn expression.

"Venerable, should we stop this monster? Although I cannot see what this monster is gestating, I feel a sense of dread, and the entire Wujian Prison is trembling; it is very Ominous."

Li Heng was somewhat surprised.

As one of the successful experimental products of that organization behind the scenes, Wujian had a mysterious origin, and the status and potential hidden within were extremely high. Although he had not observed it carefully, Wujian's potential would definitely not be limited to a Great Venerable.

Yet, the current situation could make Wujian feel Ominous?

Wouldn't that imply that once the demonic fetus was successfully gestated and the entity from the nether successfully descended, its essence could even surpass Wujian, and then break out directly from the inside, which was originally impossible to breach?

This was interesting.

Li Heng shook his head lightly and spoke with a smile.

"Not yet, we will know the outcome soon."

Although Wujian felt a sense of dread at this moment, everything was under his, Li's, control, especially since he still had 1.5 million Golden Source Points on him; what was there to panic about?

Hearing Li Heng speak this way, Wujian could only nod reluctantly. He could not defy his Venerable's words and could only focus his full attention on the monster, waiting for any unexpected developments.

This monster, like an ink pool, kept squirming, and the liquid, which resembled ink, began to bubble slowly—first one or two, then appearing in large areas, as if boiling.

Every time a bubble burst, Weird and insane whispers, babbling, and endless wailing would sound in the surroundings, yet one could hear a hint of pleasure in the wailing; it was unclear whether this monster was in pain or in supreme bliss at this moment.

The liquid boiled violently, even splashing out pitch-black droplets.

Subsequently, the water level of this ink pool began to drop slowly; the monster was sparing no effort in its own essence to gestate the demonic fetus, and its originally powerful aura also began to decline slowly.

Finally, not long after, the critical period arrived.

Li Heng could see that the demonic fetus had taken shape, and all that was left was for that entity from the nether to take residence within it through the connection, then descend here and unleash endless Great Terror.

Indeed, just as he had expected, that entity from the nether truly began to take residence in the demonic fetus following some kind of connection, though the progress appeared somewhat slow. It was as if a pair of sharp beast claws had to reach into a fragile bubble, and while the beast claws were reaching in, it had to ensure the bubble did not burst, requiring extreme caution.

At this moment, the entity from the nether revealed some of its aura, and Li Heng was finally able to see a little something, feeling it was very familiar, as if he had encountered it somewhere before.

That was it, those Ominous resentful dolls from back then.

Li Heng recalled that old affair.

Back then, through that incident, he had realized that the dolls crafted by the two, Shuiyue and Huoling, all possessed certain risks; among them, ten dolls were even more Ominous, and the prototypes behind them were incomparably mysterious, some even existing beyond the Great Void.

He took out the ten dolls he had confiscated back then and compared them carefully, discovering that there was indeed one doll whose aura matched the entity from the nether that was currently descending.

It was just that this doll seemed to look rather bizarre.

How should he put it?

Li Heng's expression was somewhat strange; he had wanted to question the two women, Shuiyue and Huoling, back then, and now he wanted to capture them both to continue questioning them even more—was a pale severed hand with two eyes and a mouth in the middle of the palm considered a doll?

However, he thought about it; among the many dolls of the two women, there were many far more bizarre than the one before him, enough to make one feel indescribable and mentally deranged at a single glance.

And what was interesting was that many of those more bizarre, uglier, and more indescribable dolls had no risks behind them, no so-called prototypes, and no Causality entanglement.

He put the severed-hand doll away again.

Since the main subject had run over itself and he happened to encounter it, then naturally, he could not let it go. He strongly suspected that the main subject of this descending severed-hand doll, the entity from the nether, should not have originated from the Great Void, but rather from beyond the Great Void.

Following Li Heng's impatient waiting, the entity from the nether finally successfully descended onto that demonic fetus.

The demonic fetus shook violently, and its form was finally determined.

It had evolved into a pale severed hand with two eyes open and one mouth, looking very Terror-inducing, but after looking at it for a long time, it made one feel a strange sense of beauty. It was as if on a battlefield where limbs were flying and blood was dripping, a stunningly beautiful woman with no clothes on suddenly walked toward one—sensual, stimulating, yet Weird and Terror-inducing.

Li Heng nodded; this was confirmed. It really was the prototype behind that severed-hand doll that had descended here. Was this not a bit too coincidental? The Great Void was very large, after all.

He thought to himself.

In an instant, the water level of the ink-pool monster began to drop rapidly, and in a moment, it withered away; it was clear that the demonic fetus was absorbing all the essence of this ink-pool monster, just like some creatures that would eat the eggshell that wrapped them after hatching—it showed no mercy in its absorption of the ink-pool monster.

If this continued, the ink-pool monster would die sooner or later.

Since that was the case, he, Master Li, was kind-hearted and could not bear to see things suffer in front of him, so he simply sent the ink-pool monster on its way. With a movement of his mind, he slashed at the ink-pool monster with a blade of consciousness, killing it instantly and harvesting the Source Power within.

And at this moment, the pale severed hand was finally revealed.

However, Li Heng noticed that Wujian, who was observing this matter with him, had a look of confusion on his face, as if he had not seen the pale severed hand appear and was still wondering what had happened.

In an instant, the pale severed hand moved.

This severed hand seemed to be looking for the guy who had just harvested its food; in that mere instant, it had already flown through Wujian Prison countless times, searching countless times.

However, the result was a return with nothing to show for it.

Then, the next moment.

The fingers of the severed hand began to dance, overflowing with endless pitch-black ink, smearing it wantonly across Wujian Prison, and then, a hole appeared in the Void.

A hole leading outside the prison.

At this moment.

The severed hand also instantly noticed Li Heng, who had been observing all along; the Weird eyes on the palm rotated, and across the endless Void, it locked eyes with Li Heng—deadly silent and calm.