I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 405 Ninety-four thousand five hundred breaths

Mary Morstan felt only an unbearable pain in her lungs.

The feeling of lung pain is actually not strong, but it is very unbearable, just like a looming toothache.

Although the pain is not enough to make people faint, the subtle pain is continuous, like thousands of tiny ants digging and building nests in the lungs.

Every time Mary took a breath, she seemed to be able to feel the thousands of ants in her lungs being hit by the strong wind.

In order not to be blown away from home by this strong wind, the ants had to pierce their tentacles deeply into the ground to stabilize their bodies. But even so, they could not help but sway in the strong wind, and the ground under their feet became increasingly loose.

The soil in the lungs becomes looser and more fragile, so that the hurricane of breath seems to become sharper.

Every breath Mary Morstan took made her lungs sting like a knife.

She coughed and spit out a mouthful of blood. The bright red blood splashed out, fell on the sand in front of her and disappeared in an instant, as if it was completely absorbed by this greedy land.

"Such symptoms...are the curse of delayed breathing!"

As a disciple of Ms. Sulochana, she has access to hidden secrets that are far beyond those of ordinary esoteric believers.

Even though the sexual power contained in it has declined, its essential power is still profound, and it is definitely not something that the esoteric cultists born after the Great Blight can match!

Mary Morstan once heard her mentor tell about the glory of the ancient times - at that time, the power had not withered yet, Zhu Sichen gave blessings without scruples, all kinds of secret techniques were emerging one after another, and there were capable people under the sky. There are numerous secret disciples who believe in different principles and wantonly stir up disputes, all trying to spread the ideas of the master they believe in to the whole world.

Mary Morstan was getting paler and uglier, she thought to herself.

Even as long as the cursed person stops breathing, the curse spores will stop developing, and the clock hand of death will stop.

She had seen records about the curse of delayed breathing in an ancient book.

The Curse of Delayed Breathing is the secret technique left over from before the arrogance withered.

People who are haunted by the Curse of Delayed Breathing will first feel a strangulation in their throats and begin to cough uncontrollably - coughing is the clock hand towards death, and with every cough, life takes another big step towards the end of death.

The power that has remained since before the Great Blight Era is a secret technique that has become extinct and will never be reappeared.

The curse of delayed breath is a vicious and invisible technique from ancient times.

This curse is different from the commonly known life-killing curse. It does not have the danger of killing people in an instant, but it is extremely difficult to deal with. The terrifying thing is that it causes pain like a stream of water.

But since the Great Blight, most of these forbidden secret techniques have lost their effectiveness, and today's secret cultists no longer have the opportunity to display such terrifying power.

But how could a mortal stop breathing? How can a person who has stopped breathing continue to exist?

While most of them have lost their power over time, a small number of arcane powers remain.

The power of these taboo secret techniques born in ancient times far exceeds the limits of the occultists in today's era.

People who are haunted by the curse of delayed breathing can only hold on to unwillingness and resentment in their final lives, counting every breath they take and the countdown to death.

"The sand in the tomb world of the Shadowless Kings actually still contains the curse of delay left over from the Great Blight Period... Now we are in trouble."

The most direct way for a cursed person to slow down his pain is to stop breathing. As long as he doesn't breathe, the curse spores in his lungs will not be aroused, and there is no need to endure the pain of swaying spores.

In such a fiercely competitive environment, many terrifying and dangerous forbidden secrets were born.

The next stage is the stinging pain in the lungs, as if countless spores have taken root in them, swaying and dancing with the hurricane in the lungs caused by breathing, and each dance will pull on the lungs and cause unbearable pain.

However, the secret techniques/rituals that were performed before the Great Blight Period were lucky enough to survive in the world.

They tried their best to slow down their breathing and extend their lifespan, but in the end it was all in vain.

The curse of delayed breathing will treat everyone fairly - every cursed person will meet his end after ninety-four thousand five hundred breaths.

Even if they slow down the rhythm of each breath to ten or fifteen seconds... they can only delay the arrival of the end, not escape it.

But even so, the cursed person will try his best to breathe slowly to relieve pain and delay death-this is the origin of the name of the curse of slow breathing.

Mary Morstan recalled the records in that ancient book and immediately slowed down her breathing rhythm to a long and melodious one, and the pain in her lungs indeed subsided a little. But it was only a little. The uncontrollable coughing feeling still lingered in the throat, and the pain of millions of spores taking root in the lungs was still clear.

It took all her strength to suppress the urge to cough, and she would cough uncontrollably whenever she was distracted by something else, even something as simple as taking a step.

As soon as she coughed, Mary Morstan's breathing rhythm was disrupted. The curse spores in her lungs continued to sway and dance, and the hands of the death clock began to accelerate!
She couldn't help but said melancholy in her heart:

"The Curse of Delayed Breathing is a forbidden secret technique before the Great Blight Period. Its essential sexual power is a power of a higher dimension. It cannot be dispelled and cured by the secret disciples after the Great Blight."

"If you want to completely dispel this curse, you must go to Mansu to steal a trace of Si Chen's residual power of level 5 or above, and use it as the core to perform a dispersal ceremony. Only then can it be possible to completely dispel the curse of delayed breathing."

"And the delayed breath curse in the Tomb of the Shadowless Kings is obviously more powerful than the delayed breath curse I learned from ancient books... Maybe even the remaining power of fifth-level Si Chen can't completely dispel this curse. …It is even more likely that I will have exhausted my ninety-four thousand five hundred breaths before I even get back to London!”

"We must find a way to suppress the power of the curse of delayed breathing!"

"Otherwise I wouldn't even be able to move normally, and every move would trigger a series of violent coughs."

Mary slowly swallowed the remaining blood in her mouth, raised her head slightly and looked at the setting sun in the distance.

The setting sun, as huge and round as a furnace, was currently resting on a slightly higher and steeper sand dune.

Looking from a distance, the dunes protruding like blunt triangles were like the tip of a sword thrust out from the earth toward the sky, piercing deeply into the center of the round furnace!
The unusually bloody sunset splashed down from the wound of the sword blade, and the sand dune that was originally only slightly red seemed to be red and swollen as if it had been full of blood.

The sand and dust on the hilltops fell by themselves without wind, and fell into the eyes of Mary Morstan, who had lost the enhancement of her moth-like five senses. It was as if she saw that the sand dunes that had drunk the blood of the setting sun were trembling slightly, as if there was something buried deep inside. Things beneath the dunes are about to awaken.

But Mary was completely unmoved. She just stared straight at the setting sun and sand dunes.

At least ten minutes had passed, and although the bloody setting sun in the distance seemed to be sinking slowly, in fact it was motionless.

It should be noted that the twilight time before and after sunrise and sunset is only about twenty-four minutes, but the setting sun here has not moved for at least ten minutes!
It seems that in this ancient battlefield, even the never-ending time has ended, and the natural laws of the sun and the stars have lost their effect!
Faced with this scene that subverted common sense, Mary Morstan's face showed a faint smile of ecstasy.

The frozen sunset, the towering and independent sand dunes... this is simply the most perfect and suitable stage for solo dancing!

Although Mary didn't understand why the Tomb of the Shadowless Kings was in this desert that obviously did not exist in the waking world, nor did she know where the bones of the Shadowless Kings were hidden here.

But these flaws do not affect the real purpose of her trip - to complete the dance of destiny.

She murmured in her heart: "As long as I can complete this dance of destiny, I will also usher in the fifth transformation... The threat of the curse of delayed breath will be greatly weakened, and it is very likely to even dissipate directly!"

"Even though the moth in my skull has disappeared without a trace, it will not affect my ability to continue the fifth dance of destiny."

"The dance of destiny is the real key to transformation, and moths and hearts are just twists in the direction of the key."

"Whether you twist the key to the left or the key to the right, you can open the door to transformation... I will instead devote myself to the dance of tracing the origin of the arid mountain pine."

"I will turn to the pursuit of transformation into a new body!"

"However, the top priority is to temporarily suppress the curse of delayed breathing in my body... I am bruised and bruised and already have poor physical strength. If I have to endure the torture of the curse of delayed breathing, I simply do not have enough physical strength to finish the dance of destiny. "

Mary Morstan immediately slid down the sandy slope and continued to calm her mind in the lotus position of Badma Asana, and soon she was immersed in a meditative state.

The mind is relaxed and focused, the physical sensation is gradually blurring, and the pain in the throat and lungs seems to have quietly left.

But the weak heart beat with all its strength, but it was difficult to squeeze out any more vitality.

Without enough heart power, Mary would naturally not be able to suppress the curse of delayed breathing.

"There is no way... I can only use my limited vitality to concentrate on suppressing the curse spores in my lungs."

"As long as we can complete the dance of destiny and usher in the fifth transformation, the price of Xiao Xu's sacrifice will be nothing!"

Mary Morstan thought so, and resolutely took out the vitality for other uses in the body and put it into the lungs.

If the human body is compared to the universe, then the star light symbolizing the left kidney, liver, gallbladder, pancreas and mother palace in the female dancer's body has been completely extinguished at this moment.

(End of this chapter)