Chapter Seventy-Five: Sun Wukong's Tongue is Pulled Out a Hundred Thousand Times; Yuan Submerges into Hell
Sun Yuan nodded weakly, at this moment he couldn't describe what kind of feeling his whole body was having, unable to move, could only lie on the ground and hum, this tongue-pulling pain he had experienced before.
It's hard to imagine how strong the willpower must be, to endure countless tongue-pullings without losing consciousness. This is simply impossible, it's even harder than ascending to heaven! No wonder the long-tongued ghost was so shocked after finding such a spirit that he was left sitting restlessly for half a day!
An hour later, Sun Yuan's tongue grew back out again. Before he could even catch his breath, the Long Tongue Ghost walked over with a bloody iron pincer in hand. In just one hour, the Long Tongue Ghost had already pulled out and killed ten ghostly souls. Just as Sun Yuan was about to say something, the Long Tongue Ghost didn't give him the chance. As soon as he opened his mouth, the Long Tongue Ghost's iron pincer was already waiting for him!
After a long time, "hiss" the rock wall on Sun Yuan's main body exhaled, after experiencing 500 times of tongue extraction, the consciousness attached to someone else's body finally couldn't bear it and dissipated. The woman naturally fainted, and everything had to come afterwards! This also means that even if Sun Yuan's main body moves now, he can only withstand 500 times of tongue extraction.
"This won't do, I must continue to train." Sun Yuan quickly made up his mind. Before he was absolutely sure, his true body absolutely could not go down. Otherwise, if he failed to pull out the tongue, he would be in a terrible state. It's really been half a lifetime of revolution, and now he's back to before liberation! At that time, he will have no room for choice at all.
According to the Long Tongue Ghost's theory, although in theory it would take billions of years of continuous tempering to be able to endure the pain of having one's tongue pulled out, this is only theoretical and doesn't even mention whether anyone can withstand such a long period without their spirit dispersing. Just talking about the Tongue-Pulling Hell from the Long Tongue Ghost's perspective, it also seems quite unpeaceful. Not to mention others, just those Soul Clan people, are they really that honest? In Sun Yuan's view, this is simply impossible.
So Sun Yuan's true body didn't dare to go down, his only choice was to constantly use the Soul Seal Secret Method to control the puppet and temper his divine consciousness until his main consciousness could withstand being tongue-tied ten thousand times before he could put his mind at ease.
Days passed, Sun Yuan controlled the puppet to endure the pain of pulling out his tongue, while holding an iron fork to dig a hole downwards. His current position was too far from the bottom, and if he jumped down rashly, it would definitely attract the attention of the ghost soldiers guarding the swamp edge. Therefore, Sun Yuan had to ensure that he could sneak down silently, and he also had the idea of returning immediately if something went wrong. In this way, digging a hole downwards was very necessary for him.
Nor did he know how long it took, nor could Sun Yuan remember how many puppets he had controlled. In short, one day a male puppet he controlled finally withstood the pain of having its tongue pulled out ten thousand times, and Sun Yuan's true body also endured that pain together with it, drenched in cold sweat. At this point, he finally qualified to go out.
The pain of being tongue-tied a million times far exceeded Sun Yuan's expectations. He could no longer remember how he had endured it step by step. Every time he was in agony, he would fiercely strike the inner wall of the cave. Over time, this is what formed the current scene - the blood-colored cave in front of him seemed to be silently telling the story of what happened inside.
Originally a smooth cave, it was now pockmarked with holes. Most of these were made by Sun Yuan when he couldn't bear the pain of having his tongue pulled out and smashed his head against the wall. His blood had completely dyed this section of the mountain wall red, and over time, the color had deepened to the point where it was impossible to tell that it wasn't a natural formation. At first glance, the deep red stone wall looked like it had been formed naturally.
Countless years passed in the blink of an eye, and Sun Yuan finally made it through. At this time, the passage he was digging to go down the mountain was almost completed. The passage started from his current location and extended downward at an angle, stretching for an unknown distance, all the way to the Soul-destroying Swamp in the Tongue-pulling Hell.
If a person is at the bottom of the passage, they can clearly hear the rotten breath emanating from the Soul-destroying Swamp.
After making some preparations, Sun Yuan put down the seal in his hand, hid the iron fork, and then moved a huge stone that had been dug out over the years to the entrance of the cave, blocking the entrance to prevent outsiders from discovering it. Only then did he feel at ease, running along the excavated mountain path, after many hours of running, he arrived at the bottom.
Standing still at the bottom of the channel for a moment, after careful observation, Sun Yuan confirmed that there were no characters around that were worth worrying about, and after confirming again that there was no movement in all directions, Sun Yuan pushed open a boulder that blocked his way, and with a sudden burst of force from his legs, he covered his nose and plunged head-first into the Soul-destroying Swamp, laboriously making his way towards the shore.
For this journey, Sun Yuan had many experiences over the years and seemed to be familiar with it. This time everything was no different from the previous puppet experience. After Sun Yuan set foot on the shore of the Soul Swamp, a ghost soldier soon discovered his existence and took him out of the swamp with a sinister smile.
"Haha, you're quite robust for a little guy! Maybe you can break through 10,000 times, but today I'm the one who's getting the better deal!" The ghost licked his long tongue excitedly and shouted. Contrary to Sun Yuan's expectations, this ghost was actually an acquaintance, none other than the Long-Tongued Ghost, who had revealed some secrets of the Tongue-Pulling Hell to him.
The long-tongued ghost hehe pulled Sun Yuan to the familiar bonfire, but took out a shiny pincer, ready to start pulling his tongue.
Sun Yuan found that the iron pliers were no longer the same as before. The current pliers were bright and shiny, sparkling with a glance, much better than the original rusty ones. Sun Yuan couldn't help but take another look, muttering to himself in his heart, "Could it be that this guy has finally made some progress?"
Eyes fixed on his own iron pliers, the long-tongued ghost smiled with a hint of pride and said: "You little brat are indeed lucky, coincidentally bumping into my new treasure. With this treasure, your tongue will grow back in half an hour, and accordingly, the pain you'll experience will be lessened. I hope you can bring Grandpa me a good omen!"
Endless years passed, and the Long-Tongued Ghost had only met a handful of people who could withstand being tongue-pulled ten thousand times. His companion, the Green Ghost, was far stronger than him, leaving the Long-Tongued Ghost bewildered and bloodied. He begged the Green Ghost to teach him, and after a good scolding, he finally obtained a secret trick.
This was why he changed his tongue-pulling pliers, according to Green Ghost, the better the quality of the pliers, the less harm it would cause to the ghost being pulled, and the more likely they were to survive ten thousand pulls. This was his secret to success. With this in mind, Long Tongue Ghost spent all his savings on a pair of supposedly high-quality tongue-pulling pliers. Just as he was about to find someone to try them out on, he ran into Sun Yuan, who had just crawled out of the swamp. It couldn't be helped; it was fate.
