183: Chapter 183 Tsukuyomi Descends, The Inverted Sky

"Welcome to."

"My world."

Su Chen's voice, cold as a Shinigami, echoed eerily through the collapsing space.

"Boom!"

The moment these words fell, Nightmare felt as if his brain had been ruthlessly struck by a ten-thousand-ton hammer!

A feeling of extreme, vertigo-inducing dizziness instantly swallowed his entire consciousness.

His Soul felt as if it had fallen into a bottomless abyss, plummeting frantically downward into the darkness!

Weightlessness! Tearing!

"Ahhhhh!" Nightmare let out a shrill scream in the darkness.

He didn't know how long he had been falling. Perhaps a century, or perhaps only a thousandth of a second.

The sensation of falling suddenly and abruptly vanished.

"Hoo... hoo..." Nightmare gasped sharply, suddenly opening his white, sightless eyes.

In this pure mental world, his Soul still retained visual perception.

He panted in terror, preparing to meet Su Chen's attack.

However, when he saw the scene before him, the panting in his throat was abruptly choked off.

No attack. No Su Chen. And none of the scorching, roiling sea of magma he had constructed earlier!

The surrounding scenery had completely and utterly changed.

It was so quiet here that there wasn't even a whisper of wind. It was so quiet that even an old monster like Nightmare, who had killed countless people, felt a scalp-tingling sense of horror!

"Wh... what kind of hellish place is this?!" Nightmare shivered all over, looking up at the sky in sheer terror.

Just one glance, and his heart felt as if it had been tightly gripped by a cold, massive hand!

The sky was completely inverted!

An extremely oppressive, nauseatingly gloomy blood-red color shrouded the entire firmament!

It was as if someone had brutally splashed a massive bucket of dried, thick blood across the canopy of the sky!

No sun. No clouds.

Only a massive, dark red full moon!

This blood moon was too big! It was so large that it occupied nearly half the sky, hanging over Nightmare's head in an extremely oppressive manner!

And what made Nightmare even more terrified, to the point of his Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, was this!

In that massive blood moon, three huge, ink-black tomoe were clearly imprinted!

These three tomoe were slowly rotating within the blood moon at an extremely slow, chilling frequency!

This was no moon!

This was clearly the eye of a god, massive and filled with endless destruction and dead silence!

It was looking down at him from high above in the firmament, without a shred of emotion!

"Genjutsu? Is this that brat's Genjutsu space?!" Nightmare trembled all over, his voice shrill to the extreme.

"A mere Genjutsu wants to trap this old man!"

"Break for me!"

Nightmare instinctively tried to flap the massive demonic wings behind his back to forcibly tear through this space and escape.

But the moment he exerted force, he discovered with horror that he was completely unable to move! He couldn't even move a single finger!

"What is going on?!"

Nightmare hurriedly lowered his head to look at his body. The next second, his pupils instantly shrank to the size of pinpricks!

"My body... where is my true demonic form?!" Nightmare let out a ghost-like scream!

He discovered that his original, dozens-of-zhang-tall, indestructible Abyss Great Demon body had long since vanished without a trace!

He had been completely reverted to his original form! He had once again become an extremely thin, hunched-over, blind old man wearing tattered black robes!

Not only that. What made him feel even deeper despair was his current situation!

He was spread-eagled in a humiliating " big" shape, hanging tightly in mid-air!

Behind him was a massive cross, ink-black and exuding a thick aura of death!

"Clang!" "Clang!"

Nightmare struggled desperately a few times. Several extremely thick, bone-chillingly cold black iron chains were tightly, seamlessly binding his wrists and ankles!

Cruelly pinning him to this cross!

The material of the chains was bizarre to the extreme. That bone-deep icy sensation didn't just act on his skin; it was clearly and unhinderedly transmitted to every inch of his Soul!

Cold! Extremely chilling! This coldness made Nightmare feel an unprecedented sense of powerlessness and trembling!

"Let go of this old man! You rat hiding in the dark! Come out!" Nightmare twisted his withered body frantically on the cross.

The chains rattled as he struggled, but he couldn't break free even by a hair's breadth!

"Where is my power! Where is this old man's SS-Grade Mental Energy?!"

Nightmare roared hysterically. He tried desperately to mobilize the terrifying Mental Energy of his Peak Wuzong Realm within his body, wanting to tamper with the Laws here as he had done before.

But! It was empty!

Inside his body, it was like a completely dried-up, stagnant pool! In this bizarre blood-colored space, his massive Wuzong-level Mental Energy seemed to have been...

Completely sealed! Evaporated!

He couldn't mobilize even a shred of it!

"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!" Nightmare completely broke down, shaking his head frantically like a total madman.

"This old man is the Dream Master! This old man is the king of the mental type! How could you possibly Seal this old man's power!"

No answer. In this blood-colored world, there was only his own desperate echo.

Nightmare gasped heavily. Extreme fear finally spread throughout his body like poison.

He had lost his S-Grade Talent. He had lost his Wuzong Realm Mental Energy.

What was he now?

He was now a Mortal who was not even as good as a Martial Artist! A frail, elderly man with no power to resist, waiting to be slaughtered!

Nightmare let his head hang powerlessly. Sweat slid down his withered cheeks.

He looked down at his feet.

Below the cross was an endless, extremely calm blood-colored water surface.

Not a single ripple. Not a single wave. It was as calm as a massive blood-colored mirror.

Nightmare stared blankly at the water.

The clear blood-water perfectly reflected his current appearance.

A blind old man pinned tightly to a cross. That face, which had originally been arrogant and overbearing, was now twisted and withered beyond recognition due to extreme fear and despair. It was ugly to the extreme.

"Is... is this me?"

Nightmare looked at the reflection in the water, his lips trembling violently. His psychological defenses collapsed completely at this moment.

He was the ace assassin of the Abyss Cult! A top-tier Nightmare who had assassinated countless Great Grandmasters! A notorious evil ghost on the Great Xia's bounty list!

Here. In this blood-colored space.

He had been directly stripped of all power and dignity. He had completely become meat on the chopping block!

"Su Chen! Come out!"

"What kind of skill is it to play god and play ghost! If you have the guts, fight me head-on!"

Nightmare tilted his head back desperately on the cross, roaring madly at the massive blood-colored tomoe moon. His voice cracked completely due to extreme fear.

"You can't kill me!"

"There is The Cult's great formation outside. If you can't kill me in reality, this Genjutsu of yours won't be able to trap me for long!"

Nightmare gritted his teeth, attempting to use words to mask the trembling in his heart. "This old man is a Grandmaster of the mental type!" "I will break this kind of illusion sooner or later!"

Facing Nightmare's hysterical clamoring, this dead silent blood-colored world still had no response.

Only the massive blood moon overhead watched him coldly.

"Drip."

Suddenly, a faint sound of a water droplet rang out abruptly in the quiet space.

Nightmare shuddered violently. He looked down in terror.

He saw that on the blood-colored water surface, which was as dead silent as a mirror, a tiny ripple spread out without any warning.

Following that, the ripple grew larger and larger.

"Gurgle... gurgle..."

Under the calm water, a hair-raising bubbling sound suddenly emerged.

As if something extremely terrifying was about to break out of the water from the deepest part of this blood sea!

"What is it... what are you doing!" Nightmare stared fixedly at the water surface, his withered body struggling frantically on the cross. The chains made a harsh "clatter" sound.

No answer.

Only a foot wearing a black tactical boot slowly rose from beneath the blood-colored water.

It stepped onto the water surface.

Following that was a pair of pure black casual pants, the hem of a black jacket. And, a sharp, ink-black sword held in his hand.

That black-haired youth whom he had regarded as an ant in reality. That freshman of the Great Xia First Martial Arts University.

Su Chen.

Just like that, very calmly, he slowly rose from beneath the blood-water.

He stood on the water. Those scarlet Three-Tomoe Sharingan had already turned into an extremely profound six-pointed star pattern!

Mangekyo Sharingan!

These eyes held not a shred of human emotion. They watched the Nightmare on the cross coldly, like a Shinigami.

"You... you..." Nightmare looked at Su Chen standing on the water, his throat feeling as if it had been stuffed with broken glass. He couldn't even say a complete sentence.

He felt that he was not facing a human at all. But a god who ruled this world, a god who could not be looked upon directly!

"Shh."

Su Chen slowly raised his left hand, gently placing a slender index finger to his lips.

He looked at the trembling assassin on the cross. His lips curled into an extremely cruel, extremely violent arc.

"Don't be in a rush."

Su Chen's voice was like a cold wind blowing from the Nine Hells. It drifted slowly across the blood-colored water.

"This is only just beginning."