Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 936 - 472: The Soul-Devouring Domain

Here, he was no longer the charred, broken figure, but presented a completely different appearance.

Seeing Fang Cheng’s slightly surprised eyes, the Daoist-looking "Chen Hongye" smiled faintly and explained:

"I forgot to introduce myself, my Daoist name is ’Xuan Zhen’, my secular name isn’t worth mentioning, as it’s been nothing but smoke over the past one hundred and twenty-four years."

Upon hearing this, Fang Cheng nodded and said directly:

"Now that we’re inside, can we say the person’s name?"

"No rush."

Xuan Zhen’s face, however, showed a mysterious and profound smile.

"Mr. Fang, how do you think my Secret Realm is built?"

As soon as the words fell, the surrounding scene suddenly changed.

Before Fang Cheng could reply, the blood-red spells on the walls suddenly shone brightly.

Countless thick iron chains shot out like venomous snakes from the walls and floor around, rushing straight at him with a fierce sound.

In an instant, those chains wrapped around his limbs and torso like maggots on a bone.

A great force came, and Fang Cheng felt as if the ground beneath his feet had disappeared.

When he regained his senses, he found that his position had been shifted.

His body was firmly tied by chains, locked onto the altar of bones.

"Chen Hongye, what does this mean?"

Fang Cheng’s back pressed against the cold tombstone, his gaze piercing towards Xuan Zhen.

"Didn’t we reach a cooperation agreement?"

Speaking this, he suddenly exerted force with his hands and feet, attempting to break free.

Whoosh—

The chains wrapped around him tens of times instantly tightened.

The other end of the chains was deeply embedded into the walls and floor.

No matter how Fang Cheng’s muscles bulged, he only managed to shake off dust, with no sign of loosening.

With every struggle, the spells around lit up with a sinister red light.

An intangible force of confinement followed the chains, creeping into his body, making him feel heavy and unable to gather strength.

"It means nothing."

Chen Hongye, no, he should be called Xuan Zhen, he paced gracefully around the altar with his hands behind his back.

"You were just too foolish to believe a dead man’s words."

Then he stopped in front of Fang Cheng, a gleam of derision in his blood-red eyes.

"I’ve roamed the Martial World for one hundred thirty-two years, always the one scheming against others, how could I let a junior point at my nose and humiliate me like this."

"Earlier at the Chen Family Manor, you damaged my physical body, and now you’ve walked into my trap, so it’s time to repay that debt."

Hearing this, Fang Cheng snorted coldly:

"Do you think by doing this, you can threaten me? I can withdraw my Concentration at any time, sever the connection with this space and return to reality."

Xuan Zhen immediately pointed at Fang Cheng, laughing heartily, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world:

"Boy, you are welcome to give it a try."

Fang Cheng spoke no more and shut his eyes, attempting to sever his link with the Secret Realm with his spiritual power and return to his body.

But in the next second, his face changed drastically, his body trembling slightly as if encountering something strange.

A few seconds later.

He abruptly opened his eyes, the peace in his pupils replaced by an uncontainable panic:

"How could it be... What have you done to me?"

"It’s very simple."

Seemingly satisfied with Fang Cheng’s reaction, Xuan Zhen gladly explained:

"Because this is not a pure Spiritual Secret Realm. After my physical death, it was refined into the ’Soul-devouring Domain’ using remnants of my spirit."

"After a hundred years of nurturing, it has deeply fused with my Consciousness World. The moment you stepped in here, you became a fish in the net."

As soon as the words ended, the dark red spells on the surrounding walls suddenly erupted with light, intertwining into a dense cage, enveloping the entire hall.

On the ceiling, a spinning black vortex appeared.

Inside that vortex, countless distorted faces floated, men and women, old and young.

Their facial features squeezed together, emitting silent wails, looking exceptionally tragic as if desperately trying to escape.

The entire space was filled with gusts of cold air, emanating the sickening stench of blood and decay.

"This place is like a tomb where I rest peacefully and also imprison and consume the souls left behind."

Xuan Zhen lightly tapped the skeletal skull on the altar and said leisurely:

"If outsiders accidentally enter here, the only way to leave is to completely shatter my Domain."

"Of course, you could also try to use your fists and beat my old bones to death."

Saying this, Xuan Zhen sneered coldly, a fierce light suddenly flashed in his eyes.

The chains binding Fang Cheng tightened further, digging deep lines into his arms, legs, and chest, causing his bones to creak audibly.

"But do you, a brute who only relies on muscles and brute force, have the ability?"

Xuan Zhen raised his voice, filled with cruelty.

Before the words could be finished, the chains binding Fang Cheng sprouted numerous black thorns, stabbing into his flesh like venomous snake fangs.

Blood dripped down the tips, drop by drop onto the altar, flowing into the eye sockets of the skulls.

"Hehe, you pretended to be a Spiritual Ability User before, played me for a fool, and now you probably wish you truly had powerful Spiritual Ability."

Xuan Zhen showed a triumphant smile of retaliation.

But soon his eyes narrowed, finding that those black thorns only penetrated the outer muscles of Fang Cheng without going deeper.

His brows furrowed slightly, then with a sudden realization, he clapped his hands: