It felt like plunging into a freezing lake.

Amid the suffocating sensation of the world spinning around him, Lian Cheng lost all awareness. It felt like only a moment had passed, yet it could just as easily have been an eternity.

When Lian Cheng finally lifted his head from that dazed state, he saw a dim, desaturated world, a world where everything lay shattered. The sky was covered in abscess-like sores. The earth was riddled with measles-like eruptions. High above, the sun wore a twisted grin, while the moon howled in agony. They were kissing in the heavens, biting and tearing at each other, recklessly spilling blood that turned into a cascading flood across the mortal world.

Where that blood touched him, clusters of mushrooms sprouted. The mushrooms melted into thick, viscous blood, and bubbles rose from within. They swelled from rotting flesh, bursting to reveal countless human faces. The faces drifted around him, weeping and laughing, rising and falling like drifting smoke.

Within the corruption of the Undying Disease, the malice of Rampant Slaughter ran wild.

From flesh that could not die grew tangled branches of bone and sheets of sinew, all warring against one another. Parts of him struggled to kill the rest of him, while he ‌sought to destroy those other parts of himself.

When the final barrier was broken, the aura of the Lord revealed itself from within. At that moment, the three forces began to swirl like a vortex, locked in an endless cycle of slaughter, rivalry, and conflict. His body had become the battlefield, the end of infinite transformation, the end of infinite life, the source of infinite stru...