Seed of Death

Prince Weishi's chest was pierced by a blade, and his brow bone was dug out.

He fell into the sea but didn't die immediately.

He felt himself sinking deeper and deeper, the ocean gradually swallowing him whole.

He reached out his hand upwards, as if trying to grasp the light refracting from the sea surface.

But alas.

Light cannot be grasped, and only the dark seabed awaited him.

"Glug glug!"

Bubbles constantly slipped through his fingers.

His vision grew darker and blurrier.

Shadows gathered around him, but he could no longer make out who they were.

"Who is it?"

"Did they kill that traitor Henir and come to save me?" This thought surged in Weishi Hosen's mind, and a look of joy appeared on his face.

"Or... are they those monsters?" But on second thought, he realized it was more likely to be those monsters, and his joy instantly dissipated into panic.

In his fear, his consciousness completely succumbed—

Several days later.

In the underwater city of the Sal Domain, inside a submarine cave surrounded by Ancient Cups.

Weishi Hosen woke from his slumber, feeling a bone-deep pain, as if countless needles had pierced his body, stabbing into his flesh and blood.

"Ah!"

He let out an agonized scream, but as soon as he opened his mouth, seawater rushed in.

He was imprisoned in a bone cage. Opening his eyes, he saw his surroundings through the gaps in the cage. This seemed to be a prison of the People of the Abyss.

It was just as he had guessed in the end; he had fallen into the hands of the People of the Abyss.

"Why didn't these monsters kill me?"

Though the reason eluded him, survival itself was a stroke of fortune. As long as he drew breath, there was hope for a reversal of his fate.

He looked at his wound. With such a severe injury before, he should have been unlikely to survive.

But he found that the wound on his chest had healed.

This filled him with joy and disbelief as he touched the healed wound on his chest.

"Healed?"

Elated by this discovery, he immediately began plotting his escape.

He looked disdainfully at the bone cage, thinking these People of the Abyss must be fools to believe such a thing could contain him.

He was a high-level priest, a powerful royal Trilobite Man who had mastered various divine techniques.

"How could this possibly hold me!"

He raised his hand, and mental power immediately extended from his mind.

But before the mental power could break through his mind, he suddenly collapsed in excruciating pain.

At the same time.

He also felt the crisis of death.

He turned his head and discovered the source of all the changes.

Weishi Hosen saw a beautiful flower cup blooming on his shoulder.

The flower cup was a brilliant gold, like the radiance of the sun.

He finally understood why his wound had healed so quickly. It was the powerful life force of the Sun Cup that had saved his life.

But there was no joy in his eyes. Looking at the golden flower cup, it was as if he had seen the most terrifying thing in the world.

"It's over!"

"It's over!"

"The forbidden technique, the King-Slaying Flower."

Seeing the Sun Cup rooted in his body, he was frightened out of his wits.

How did King Yesael die back then? How did Schlode, the first-generation Sky Temple priest, suffer backlash?

All of this was written in the great poet's "Yinsai Epic," passed down through generations of the four royal bloodline families.

It could even be said that in the realm of Yinsai, everyone knew about it.

It was the Sun Cup's backlash that claimed the life of Yesael, the second-generation King of Wisdom, causing the Trilobite Men to lose the Crown of Wisdom.

"How could this happen?"

"Damn it, it's those monsters."

"How dare you do this to me, how could you do this?"

In his extreme panic, Weishi Hosen tried several times to use the power of wisdom, but every time he exerted his power, the Sun Cup would devour the mythical blood in his body.

The backlash came so quickly.

Because these people didn't possess the divine techniques of the first-generation Sky Temple priest, and even if they did, they wouldn't use them on Weishi.

They had directly rooted the Sun Cup in his flesh, brutally combining it with his power.

From the start, their intention was clear: to use the Sun Cup to seal Weishi Hosen's power, planting within him a seed of death from which no hope could sprout.

The female Abyss knight of the Sal Domain of the Abyss Kingdom hated Weishi Hosen to the bone. Countless of her subjects and subordinates had died at Weishi Hosen's hands.

She wanted him to die by her hand, and in the most terrifying and desperate way possible.

Discovering he was awake, the People of the Abyss guarding the prison touched their tentacles together, immediately relaying the news to the female Abyss knight.

A group of People of the Abyss lifted the bone cage and brought it to a cold and gloomy underwater palace.

The female Abyss knight looked at Weishi Hosen with a cold gaze: "Kneel before me!"

He was pressed to the ground by mental power, crawling on the ground like an ugly worm, a pitiful insect trapped in a cage.

"Kill me!"

"Just kill me!"

Weishi Hosen suddenly felt it would have been better if he had died earlier. This was no fortune; it was the beginning of his nightmare.

The female Abyss knight hated Weishi Hosen intensely. She twisted her huge tail and slid down, leaning against the outside of the bone cage, looking at the prince with blood-red eyes.

"Die?"

"Of course you will die!"

"But I want to watch you die in despair."

The female Abyss knight's cold voice filled his mind, mimicking Weishi Hosen's once lofty tone.

"Feel the grace I bestow upon you! I mercifully allow you to live a while longer."

"You will be devoured by the Sun Cup, your will forever imprisoned in this flower cup, suffering torment for thousands and tens of thousands of years."

Weishi Hosen lay on the ground, looking at the female Abyss knight.

He was terrified to the extreme and felt utterly humiliated.

But at the same time, he felt this scene was so familiar.

As if he was seeing his former self.

Arrogant, looking down on everything.

Believing his punishment of others was justified, treating his lofty abuse as his own grace and charity.

"Perhaps," Weishi thought, "this is how Henir looked at me!"

"And, and that traitor."

Weishi suddenly wondered if this was why they had betrayed him one after another.

The female Abyss knight turned her head and said to the soldiers.

"Tie him up on the Island of the Dead, let him experience the process of the saint's suffering."

The female Abyss knight looked at Weishi Hosen with contempt: "Once, the great poet Tito was also tied up on the Island of the Dead to suffer. The first King of the Abyss, following God's will, went to rescue the great poet."

"Guess what?" she sneered. "Do you think God will send his messenger to rescue someone like you?"

Not only did the female Abyss knight not believe it, but even Weishi Hosen himself didn't believe it.