Deep within the Blood Realm, in a gloomy and dark prison cell.
Drip-drop!
A droplet of water, following the stalactite hanging from the ceiling, falls into a shallow layer of filthy water below, making a sound.
Ban Poluo did not know how long he had been unconscious. Upon hearing this noise, he finally starts to awaken. He slowly opens his eyes, feeling his mouth exceptionally dry. His arms stretch outward, feeling as if sharp objects had pierced his palms, pinning him to the wall, with waves of piercing pain continuously coming through. Instinctively, he tries to struggle—
"Hiss!"
Ban Poluo’s face stiffens dramatically, his flesh throughout his body boiling like blood.
Among severe pain, his body swells, and the chains wrapped around him clank loudly, taking a long time to gradually settle down.
Obviously, some extremely clever prohibition had been placed on him. Recalling the terrifying sight seen in the Blood Realm before losing consciousness, Ban Poluo’s restless heart slowly sinks into fear.
Now, he has no thoughts of trying to escape anymore. He simply observes his surroundings. The environment of the cell is harsh; the walls stained with rotten, blackened blood, rusty hooks hanging from the ceiling, and several skull-shaped oil lamps emitting a sinister glow. Directly opposite is a thick door, guarded by two fully armed Dragon Guards, standing like two awe-inspiring statues.
Ban Poluo opens his mouth, just about to ask something.
Then he sees the two Dragon Guards suddenly move. Amid the sound of stone grinding, the door is slowly opened.
The corridor outside is dim and unfathomably dark, the tangible darkness slightly dispersing, followed by a burly figure walking slowly and steadily.
This person is Su Heng.
By his side, followed by two young and beautiful girls, wearing a red dress and expressionless face is Li Hongxiu, and the one with a slightly nervous face is Lilith.
Su Heng strides flamboyantly into the cell, waving his hand to signal the two Dragon Guards to retreat from the room.
His gaze falls on Ban Poluo.
This guy’s mouth twitches, trying to squeeze out a smile.
But he fails, under tremendous fear, Ban Poluo’s facial expression looks worse than crying.
Seeing this reaction, Su Heng immediately laughed, "I’ve heard a little about you before, thought you were some remarkable beings. I didn’t expect such mediocrity. Truly disappointing."
Slap-slap!
Su Heng pats his face, clicking his tongue, "What can I say, I preferred your unyielding attitude from before."
"Bi-big, big sir, you jest." Ban Poluo forces a laugh, putting on a brave face, saying, "Previously, I was ignorant and disrespectful. If given a chance now, I would gladly turn a new leaf and be a good person."
This guy displays a complete lack of backbone.
Su Heng sneers, "Cut the smooth talk, you should know my background."
"Whatever you want to know, as long as I’m aware of it, I will spare no details," Ban Poluo replies promptly, having witnessed Su Heng’s projection of spiritual power. He knew that resisting against such an entity was futile. Therefore, it might be better to divulge whatever he knew; it might lessen his suffering and perhaps even spare his life.
Among the Descenders, there are different ranks. Like Ban Poluo, those who are long ostracized, tasked with observation, execution, and handling special situations.
Undoubtedly, they are the lowest rank among this group.
Lots of hard work, high risk.
Yet, no corresponding status or compensation.
Descenders are also people, or rather, they are the "real people," and naturally, some feel discontented.
For various reasons combined, Ban Poluo hardly needed to think deeply before deciding to betray his superiors outright.
However, seeing Ban Poluo’s cooperative attitude, Su Heng is somewhat disappointed. After merging with the Insect Swarm Heart, Su Heng thought up several hundred torturous methods on his way here, some of which were highly ornamental and practical. He had originally thought to try them on this guy, but it seems they might not be needed for now.
"Ah..." Su Heng sighs lightly.
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A sense of alarm suddenly sweeps through Ban Poluo’s heart, cold sweat beading densely on his forehead.
"My lord?" With a forced smile on his face, he tentatively asks.
"Where to begin..." Su Heng lowers his head slightly, noticing Lilith’s anxious expression, "First, let’s discuss the purpose of your visit here, and also about Lilith. She has always wanted to determine her origins."
"If I’m not mistaken, Lilith might be the offspring of a powerful Descender and a human," Ban Poluo immediately says.
"Descenders and humans can reproduce?"
"Under normal circumstances, it’s not possible. Although they look alike, they are actually completely different species," Ban Poluo replied.
Su Heng nodded.
He had previously performed a dissection on Lilith.
The difference between Lilith and ordinary humans was even greater than between humans and dogs.
"How was I born then?" Lilith asked, with a pained expression on her face, clutching the hem of Su Heng’s clothes, her knuckles turning a pale white. Just as they were talking moments ago, several blurry images flashed through her mind, followed by intense pain in her brain nerves. Su Heng gently stroked her long hair, which seemed to alleviate her pain slightly.
Ban Poluo said, "It must have involved some kind of forbidden modification surgery. Descenders cannot reproduce; they must be transformed through surgery."
"This surgery seems to involve something..." Suddenly enlightened, Su Heng found Ban Poluo’s information aligned with his prior speculations.
"You are right!"
Ban Poluo hurriedly said, "Aside from physical transformation, spiritual perfection is more important. This requires Genetic Original Liquid, which is irreplicable, hence performing such surgery secretly among Descenders is strictly taboo."
Ban Poluo sighed deeply and said, "Although I’m not clear about the details, I can roughly guess what happened. A high-ranking Descender coupled with a mortal woman, birthing a child. Due to the child’s defective genes and inability to survive long-term, they risked using Genetic Original Liquid to complete them. To avoid investigation within their race, they placed Lilith within the Blood Realm."
"But a hidden thing doesn’t stay hidden forever; as time passed, the truth slowly came to light. I was ordered to capture her, and the subsequent events are known to this young lady."
"What would happen if I were really taken away by you?" Lilith slowly digested the truth and asked calmly.
"I haven’t lied to you, my lord," Ban Poluo said. "It’s possible she would be further completed with Genetic Original Liquid to become a true Descender. But a more likely scenario is that she would be punished and killed for extraction, to recover the used Genetic Original Liquid."
"What is Genetic Original Liquid?" Li Hongxiu curiously asked.
The power of Descenders seems exceptionally strong, and their key lies in the Genetic Original Liquid mentioned by Ban Poluo.
"It is the pinnacle of Human Federation Biological Alchemy, supposedly the ultimate that human evolution can achieve," Ban Poluo said reverently. "However, the Human Federation had already collapsed ten thousand years ago, leaving nothing but lost souls."
"So, Descenders are the remnants of the Federation?" Su Heng had previously obtained some information from the Longevity King, which now corresponded with Ban Poluo’s description.
"Correct," said Ban Poluo. "We descended on this land, expelled and slaughtered its original inhabitants. The Great Clan Chief used genetic technology to clone a batch of humans and modified them, hoping they would adapt to the power of eternal life, forming the foundation for rebuilding the Federation. As you know, the newly created humans are your ancestors."
"Did he succeed?" Su Heng grinned, "Did these created humans meet his expectations?"
"Clearly, they did not."
Ban Poluo wanted to shrug his shoulders, but he was too weak.
Even such a simple attempt failed, instead causing the chain on his body to clink.
Ban Poluo took a deep breath and said, "In the vision of the Great Clan Chief, these new humans were supposed to adapt to the contamination of eternal life and maintain their purity as humans. Clearly, with the expansion of the Mythical Battlefield, many humans died, and those who fortuitously survived underwent mutations. Besides, although there were Cultivators, not many were noteworthy, unable to satisfy the Great Clan Chief."
"..."
Su Heng fell silent for a moment, the atmosphere in the room becoming unusually heavy.
"If they failed to meet his expectations, then what would happen?"
Ban Poluo showed a bitter smile, not answering directly but using a metaphor instead, "Lord Demon Dragon, if you planted a field of vegetables, but neglected it, and upon returning after a while, found it overgrown with weeds, what would you do?"
"Of course, remove all the weeds, refresh the soil, and replant," Su Heng answered without much thought.
"Exactly."
Ban Poluo nodded, "You understand what will likely happen next."
"I remember you once mentioned that from the beginning of creation, you had left a precaution, which is key to clearing out the weeds?" Su Heng asked again.
"Correct," said Ban Poluo. "Actually, before I came to the Blood Realm, the arrangements for this matter had already begun, and now it’s nearly... cough, cough!"
His words were cut off.
He suddenly started coughing violently, his face showing a look of terror.
Dark black blood flowed from his eyes and nose like little snakes.
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Along with his distorted face and reddened eyes, he seemed incredibly ferocious and pained.
And almost instantly as these abnormalities appeared, Ban Poluo’s life aura rapidly weakened, startling everyone present except Su Heng with this sudden turn of events.