Finally, I woke up again. I don't know how long I've been unconscious. The last thing I remember is the beginning of phase 2, but I have no recollection of what they did to me in phase 1.
As my cultivation progresses, my control over my surroundings also increases. I feel constant pain coursing through my body, evidence of the experiments they conducted on me.
I suspect they even dissected parts of my body.
Chained to a table, I watched as a man in a gray hood approached me, accompanied by several others. "It appears the subject is conscious," one of them remarked. I maintained my gaze, fixing the man in the gray hood with eyes that full of anger.
"Ah, so you're awake. We've been experimenting on you, you see," the gray hooded man stated, a sinister chuckle escaping his lips. "But it's peculiar," he continued. "Aren't you supposed to be a dumb girl?, but why you seems to know we put experiment on you?"
"Could it be because we experimented with the blood of a celestial being?" one of the men speculated.
"Perhaps, but all the subjects have turned into grotesque creatures and died" the gray hooded man sighed. "Maybe she's different," he chuckled, reaching for a vial containing a potion.
"Do you know what this is?" he asked, pointing at a glass tube with a swirling combination of black and red, shimmering with an otherworldly glow.
"This is celestial blood, that combined with multiple of demon blood" he declared. "This celestial blood once belonged to someone I deeply admired," the gray hooded man confessed.
"She was the one deserving of my utmost respect and admiration." His face twisted with longing and a sense of loss.
"But it all amounted to nothing," he sighed, his anticipation palpable. "In the end, celestials are merely creatures driven by instinct and bound to obey direct orders."
"You see, we once believed that celestials existed to protect us, to safeguard humanity." His face contorted with anger and a twisted smile crept across his lips.
"But what? They simply wish to didn't participate with other world invasion!" he exclaimed, his expression resembling that of a deranged individual. "When the outer realm invaded us, when monsters ran rampant, they did nothing!"
"So, what if they don't want to help us? Why do we need them?" he continued, his tone sinister. "We can just hunt down those damned celestials and seize their abilities."
"And you, young one, will become my greatest creation," he proclaimed with a laugh, his chilling words echoing through the room.
I stood there, dumbfounded by this revelation. I knew the world I had come to wasn't a safe place, but this... I never expected any of this.
Could it be because of the merging of the three realms in the purgatory I witnessed?
And now, I find myself in this world as an experimental subject, at the mercy of a person consumed by twisted ideas and a thirst for revenge.
Damn it, I despise this. I yearn to strike his head, to hit him so hard that maybe, just maybe, he'll regain some sense.
"Now, let the procedure commence," the gray hooded man commanded.
As the gray hooded man forcefully poured vials into my mouth, he began reciting, "Activate the array sequence #464.941."
Suddenly, the room plunged into darkness, illuminated only by a sinister shade of blood red. Wisps of red light materialized from the air, converging and intertwining, forming a mesmerizing network of lines. Each strand appeared seemingly random, yet intricately crafted, exuding a strange allure.
In that moment, those ethereal strings surged towards my body, merging with me.
My body began to tear apart, my flesh searing and reconstructing, but the process was agonizingly slow, never-ending. The pain persisted relentlessly, tormenting every fiber of my being. The distress inflicted upon my physical form started to affect my astral body, gradually tainting and influencing my soul.
The pain transcended mere physicality; it penetrated the depths of my entire existence. Fear gripped me, and I felt an overwhelming sense of loneliness. I yearned for an end to these merciless experiments, for respite from the torment.
I cried and cried, desperately pleading for this ordeal to cease. If it were solely my body enduring the pain, I could bear it. But this torment extended to the very essence of my being.
"Stop, please! What have I done to deserve this?" I cried out to the gray hooded man. His eyes, devoid of emotion, met mine as he responded, "It must be done. I wish there were another way."
Slowly, my body transformed into something grotesque. My flesh could no longer contain itself, breaking apart and losing all semblance of form. Suddenly, silence fell, and the mechanical and magical sounds ceased, returning to a state of normalcy.
"It seems the experiment has failed once again, sir," one of the other men reported.
"Damn it, and here I thought she was different," he muttered, slamming objects in frustration.
I felt the connection to my physical body gradually fading away. As it faded, a dark presence within me seemed to be pulled by an external force.
"Sir, I believe she is dead" another man declared, while looking at the status from the experiment table.
Wait, dead? I'm still alive, though I just can't move my body. This is dangerous. The pain persists relentlessly, never-ending. And if all connections to my physical body are severed, I fear I will return to the purgatory once again.
Damn it, damn it, damn it! You know what? Maybe it's time for me to delve into the cultivation of the Celestial Demon Art. The initial conditions are already in place, and as long as my body possesses divine blood and can consume blood, it will always adapt.
With the faintest connection remaining to my physical body, I embarked on cultivation. Drawing the blood from my body, I transformed it into essence, channeling it into my astral form, and further passing it into my soul.
I'm not entirely sure why, but my instinct compels me to cling to life. The pain I endure, the frustration I feel, the madness and anger that consume me—all serve to keep me alive. This process is agonizingly slow, but I must remain patient.
My connection to my physical body lasts mere seconds within each passing hour. I must utilize those precious moments wisely.
I have lost track of how long I have been confined to this experimentation table. Now, I find myself being dragged into a pile of dismembered bodies.
The room reeks of death, filled with an eerie gloom and an overwhelming sense of despair. I cannot begin to describe the horror that pervades this place. How many lives have been sacrificed in the pursuit of their twisted goals?
Slowly, I consume the blood, an insatiable craving driving me to seek more. The flesh surrounding me melds into my own, as I remain motionless, absorbing it all. I never wished to cultivate in this way, but it was a necessary choice.
I'm uncertain about the state of my soul. It feels as if I am undergoing a gradual transformation, becoming something different. The essences I once possessed are merging together, intertwining with the essence of the phoenix and this demonic art.
I don't know how to describe the emotions anymore. Everything has become cold, with fleeting moments of hunger and occasional surges of intense heat. As time passes, I slowly lose touch with my own sense of self.
I stand there, absorbing endlessly, unaware of how much time has truly elapsed.