Chapter 1007: Chapter 470 “Help… Save … Save …
As the singing began, Lin Yi’s perception seed to be dragged into an endless vortex, as if he had lost his sense of gravity and sank randomly into so unknown abyss.
This abyss seed like a cylindrical drum, with its inner walls filled with one broken sculpture after another, as if the exterior of a corn cob had been completely inverted. Countless broken sculptures crowded densely there, surging like waves and growing together like lumps of flesh pressing against each other, simultaneously evoking a sense of cluster phobia but also exuding a kind of heretical horror beauty.
This structure is like the “Heretical Choir”—just like the “Graveyard of the Deceased”!
Lin Yi felt his consciousness start to deteriorate, sinking deeper into the darkness of the endless abyss.
The singing voice of countless broken sculptures seeped into his ears like liquid amber, as if to carve malicious patterns into his brain…
He felt his will dancing madly along with their devilish tremors, and his throat seed to uncontrollably chant in a voice that was not his own, as if to harmonize with their song…
He murmured quietly, yet forced himself to restrain it, though every quiver in his consciousness seed to be squeezing his soul and awareness. He felt that his will was about to be decomposed and then reford into so unknown new consciousness… If that happens, he might no longer be himself.
This heretical yet solemn song seed to reshape into so bizarre form in the abyss, like a crown displayed on the abyss throne since ti immorial, emitting a firefly-like glow in the lightless darkness…
The singing voice of the broken sculptures seed to lt Lin Yi’s consciousness into ripples…
In a daze, he mumbled quietly, as if recalling so kind of murmuring—when he first took Li Huiyuan up to the 5th floor of the Teaching Building B group, he had heard similar sounds, which seed like…
[“When the Black Moon Withers… the mourners return from the endless deep sea…”]
As the song sang repeatedly to a certain degree, Lin Yi finally rembered the sound he had once heard; he grasped the lody at the bottom of his mind and focused attention on his wrist!
The ti on his wristwatch was indeed frozen at 13:36!
The second hand was nearly motionless!
And on his finger, the Ouroboros Ring was unknowingly worn!
Deep Dream Building!
It was indeed Deep Dream Building!
“Wake up! If that’s the case, then wake up!” Lin Yi shouted loudly in his heart.
The only way to self-destruct a Deep Dream Building is for the Dream Builder themselves to realize the existence of the dreamscape.
At the thought, the endless abyss indeed split open like a gap cut with a massive axe from outside.
White light poured in from the crevice, like a hazy beam of light penetrating the deep sea.
The next mont, darkness swirled into vortices, as if swarms of fish surrounded Lin Yi, but before the fish could entangle Lin Yi, they swam toward the abyss as the dreamscape shattered.
“Boom—”
Vision suddenly restored, Lin Yi’s consciousness returned to Ah-Gui’s body.
He released his perception, scanning the classroom ceiling.
The layers on the ceiling indeed appeared vaguely distorted, where the folds in those layers perhaps housed those countless broken sculptures…
In the grid-like spatial texture in the bookshelves area at the back of the lecture hall, the shape still presented as if under gravitational pressure. Near the broken window area, the layer of reality seed to have undergone so distortion, gradually approaching nihility.
Perhaps within this domain of nihility there resides the art building with its shifting coordinates…
Upon sensing this point, Lin Yi suddenly developed a bizarre conjecture…
“Wait a minute…”
“Could it be that only I can hear such a call?”
“Is it not that contamination found , but… I found the contamination?”
Mountain doesn’t go to , I go to the mountain.
“‘Withering Black Moon…'”
“Black Moon…”
“‘Black Moon Apostle’…”
“Black Moon Outpost…”
…
Lin Yi repeatedly chewed over these words, pondering over the eerie singing of the broken sculptures:
[Destiny is like a ring ford by the Ouroboros… returning round and round to the starting point…]
…
[When the Black Moon Withers…]
[Sing high the na and title…]
…
He also recalled the mocking voices he heard the last ti he ca…
[You said… “When the Black Moon Withers… the mourners return from the endless deep sea…”]
[You forgot…]
[You forgot!!]
[No…]
[We will wait for you…]
[Wait for you to co lead us away…]
…
Lin Yi’s eyes flickered.
“‘Withering Black Moon’…”
“‘Return’…”
“‘Wait for you to co lead us away’…”
The more he thought, the more off it seed, finally taking a deep breath sharply.
“Hiss…”
“These broken sculptures… could they want to use as a sacrifice, conducting so horrific sacrificial rite?!”
Could it be a ritual like Head Yuan’s?
Head… Head Yuan… you ca… if the call targeted the ‘called one’, then could the initial Head Yuan have heard the sa call?
Or perhaps, could these broken sculptures be related to ashes?
Incarnation of ashes?
Or even…
Lin Yi’s thoughts beca increasingly absurd, eventually a series of terrifying conjectures suddenly flashed into his mind.
According to Old Mo’s previous words, experiences students swept into layer vortices beco stranded, ultimately becoming dead body sculptures. With this logic, might there exist a certain layer where nurous broken sculptures are hung after being chained?
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