Poison God's Heritage Chapter 847 Deja Vu

Chapter 847 Deja Vu

Groggily waking up, I found myself in an all-too-familiar place. The cold, lifeless air bit at my skin, and the void around me seemed to press in from all directions. The oppressive stillness was unnerving, as if the very concept of sound had been eradicated. "For crying out loud, not again," I muttered, rubbing my temples as the stark emptiness of this realm confirmed where I was.

The sensation was unmistakable.

I was back in front of the Enforcer.

The throne room remained exactly as I remembered it—if you could even call this place a room. It was more like a distortion of reality, a pocket of existence where the rules of the universe had been rewritten or discarded entirely. the ma.s.sive walls with an endless depiction of cultivators, murdered by their own weapons. And the large red carpeted floor that is mixed with the s.p.a.ce itself.

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The Enforcer's throne stood at the center, an imposing structure that seemed to be carved from a single piece of obsidian, reflecting nothing of the lightless void that surrounded it. The dais on which it stood was adorned with intricate patterns that glowed with an eerie, otherworldly light, pulsating rhythmically like the heartbeat of some ancient, unfathomable being.

Seated upon this throne was the Enforcer, draped in the same flowing red and black robes that s.h.i.+mmered like the night sky, embroidered with golden stars that seemed to s.h.i.+ft and move of their own accord. His face, though largely obscured by the gold and black hood of his cloak, was still visible enough to make out that unsettling smile.

It was a smile that spoke of knowledge too vast to comprehend, of secrets buried in the fabric of the cosmos itself. His eyes, twin orbs of burning intensity, peered out from the shadows of his hood, locked onto me with an amus.e.m.e.nt that sent a chill down my spine.

"h.e.l.lo..." I said, waving a hand awkwardly. A sense of déjà vu washed over me, making the entire encounter feel even more surreal. The first time I had stood here, I had been paralyzed by fear, trembling before this ent.i.ty that held power beyond imagination. Now, despite the fear still coiling in the pit of my stomach, there was an odd sense of familiarity.

It was like meeting an old acquaintance, albeit one you hoped you'd never see again.

"You don't seem as terrified as I believed you would be," the Enforcer remarked, his voice a deep, echoing timbre that resonated through the void, each syllable carrying the weight of the cosmos.

"Should I be?" I questioned, trying to hide the undercurrent of fear that ran through me. The coldness of this place, the utter absence of life, it was all too much like the embodiment of death itself. I couldn't help but wonder—was I dead again? Had I somehow failed in the battle? My thoughts raced, each one more frantic than the last.

The Enforcer tilted his head slightly, an eerie motion that suggested curiosity, or perhaps amus.e.m.e.nt at my predicament. His movements were fluid, almost inhuman, like a marionette pulled by invisible strings. "Since you're the first one to have met me twice, even I am surprised.

But I suppose you have some semblance of knowledge as to why I brought you here?" His voice held a mocking lilt, as if he was toying with me.

"Not really," I admitted, my voice wavering despite my efforts to stay calm. "I mean, I hardly broke any rules... I never told anyone about what happened here." The words felt hollow as they left my mouth, my confidence wavering in the face of this otherworldly judge.

"Think twice about what you just said," the Enforcer said, his eyes narrowing slightly. The gleam in his eyes grew sharper, as if he were dissecting me with his gaze alone.

I paused, wracking my brain. And then it hit me, the realization cras.h.i.+ng down like a ton of bricks. "Ah, I was supposed to have my memory wiped of this place..." I muttered, smacking my forehead in frustration. How could I have been so careless? The intensity of the fight must have rattled my brain more than I thought. Or perhaps it was the poison overdose scrambling my thoughts.

"Worry not," the Enforcer said, amus.e.m.e.nt coloring his tone. "It seems that the heavens themselves allowed you to retain your memories. But I would not be so arrogant as to share what you saw here. The first or second time," he added pointedly, a warning clear in his voice.

The room around us seemed to warp and s.h.i.+ft with his words, the swirling patterns on the floor intensifying in their glow. It was as if the very fabric of this s.p.a.ce responded to his emotions, bending and twisting in accordance with his will. The thought made me s.h.i.+ver. Here, he was not just an ent.i.ty; he was the environment, the essence, the very air I breathed.

"You mean I'm not dead?" I guessed, a flicker of hope stirring within me. If he was mentioning a second time, then maybe this wasn't the end. Maybe I was being given another chance.

"Indeed," he confirmed, his voice calm, almost rea.s.suring. "You may return whenever you wish, but I'm here to discuss that... Domain of yours." His tone s.h.i.+fted, taking on an edge of curiosity, or perhaps it was caution.

"Ah, yes... Monochrome..." I said, swallowing hard. The weight of what I had done, what I had conjured, settled over me like a leaden cloak.

"Indeed. It is something... even I would not use," he admitted, which surprised me. For an ent.i.ty of his power to say such a thing—it was both a compliment and a warning.

Not use because it was risky, I thought to myself, still grappling with the implications. "Not exactly," the Enforcer said, as if plucking the thought from my mind, his gaze piercing straight through to the core of my being.

"Then what is?" I asked, confusion knitting my brow as I tried to make sense of his words.

"It is because it's too powerful," he replied, his voice dropping to a whisper that echoed through the void, resonating with a power that seemed to shake the very foundation of this s.p.a.ce. "The Delusion you put yourself into, and the Delusion you apply onto the world, it is mighty indeed, and it touches upon the realm of heavenly control to a certain point."

"Ah..." I stammered, not quite understanding. Was this one of those moments where I was supposed to nod and pretend I understood?

"That I can do," the Enforcer confirmed, his eyes glinting with something akin to amus.e.m.e.nt. "As for what that means, you, as a mortal, seek immortality by pursuing your Dao. But your delusion is something that in theory can bypa.s.s the entire pursuit of Dao all the way to achieving immortality and everlastinghood, to be among the Heavens if you so crazily deluded yourself and the world of it."

"Isn't that a bit too absurd?" I asked, the concept too grand, too impossible to wrap my head around. The very idea of transcending the Dao through sheer will alone—it was beyond blasphemous.

"It should be, no, it has to be," the Enforcer replied, his voice carrying a gravity that made the air around us feel thick and heavy. "But what if your delusion is mighty enough that you truly believe that you are the Heavens? What if your Delusion is powerful enough that you truly believe you reached immortality?

Though you would need the power to literally recreate the entire existence as you know it, with its universes and dimensions all the way to its smallest atom to achieve this Delusion, wouldn't that be as if you become the new heavens?"

"Trust me," I said, shaking my head. "I may be crazy enough to pump enough poison in my brain to kill a billion mortals, but I'm not crazy enough to become a deity."

"Do you believe that the Heavens is foolish or crazy?" it asked, a strange light in its eyes, like the gleam of stars just before they collapse into black holes.

"No," I said slowly, choosing my words carefully. "It's me who isn't that capable. After all, I really don't think I can be so selfless to watch over, protect, and punish all living things. You know... it's too much work," I replied with a shrug.

The Enforcer laughed—a deep, booming laugh that echoed through the void. It was a sound so rich and full that it seemed to reverberate in my very bones. It was unsettling, hearing such a human expression from a being so far removed from humanity. He laughed on and on, as if I had told the greatest joke in the universe, as if he hadn't laughed in eons and was savoring the sensation.

"Indeed!" he roared, wiping a tear from his eye. "It's simply too much work. I apologize," he said, the mirth fading as he regained his composure. "I truly misjudged you. You can go back, Shen Bao. And thanks to having humored me, I can allow you to come here whenever you breakthrough your cultivation instead of suffering at the hands of a Heavenly Tribulation," he offered.

For some reason, the prospect felt terrifying, a s.h.i.+ver running down my spine. But there was also a strange comfort in it, knowing that this... ent.i.ty had granted me a kind of pa.s.sage. The Enforcer was not just some cosmic executioner, but a being with layers, with... humor?

"Thank you," I said, bowing my head slightly, still not fully comprehending the magnitude of what had just transpired.

"Return," it commanded, and the world around me faded to black. The throne room, the Enforcer, and his inscrutable gaze all vanished as if they had never been, leaving me to wonder if any of it was even real.