Chapter 1069: Chapter 501: Naless Painting, That Is Faceless Sin (Moon’s Beginning Seeks Monthly Votes)
This eyeball—in fact, if viewed from the perspective of the person in the painting, it would be impossible to distinguish it as an eyeball at all.
Because it was so imnse, overwhelmingly large beyond the field of view that the sunk one could cover.
From the perspective of the subrged person in the painting, this eyeball was infinitely magnified. Lin Yi moved closer to the painting, and imdiately, it was as if he could see the texture within that eyeball.
The patterns on the iris seed replaced by so kind of gear bite marks, filled with an indescribable sense of order. Yet, beyond those marks, the original order began to collapse, spreading into the pupil, finally rging into the dark tide…
The strokes of Painter No. 3 were very realistic, but taking realism to its extre revealed a sense of decay and disconnection completely at odds with reality. The extrely limited light and shadow in the lower left corner of the painting intertwined to form the na of this artwork—
It was a string of twisted characters, manic within their scrawl, like the words a pained person would carve into their own flesh with a knife.
The mont Lin Yi saw those words, a low, intensely restrained trembling voice slowly echoed in his ear…
[I… see… you!!]
At the sa ti, Lin Yi suddenly felt the world spinning, as if he had lost his sense of gravity, plunging straight into the painting.
“Hoo… hoo…”
Endless winds, carrying gray mist, gently slapped Lin Yi’s face, the sparse water vapor like shattered waves. A wave of dizziness hit his mind, and through the mist, he seed to glimpse a world of darkness defying logic.
A massive vortex appeared in the pitch-black sea, the heavy tide stirred as if by an invisible hand, and tangible water vapor floated on the sea like drifting yellow sand.
At the center of that vortex was a realm of pure darkness, and within that realm, a pair of eyes slowly opened…
The weightless mind of Lin Yi couldn’t discern whether those eyes were deep in the black sea or… high in the black sky.
The ocean mirrored the sky, and the sky reflected the sea, with dark moisture indistinguishable from mist or clouds…
Lin Yi paused, weightless, suddenly suspended within the entire world at so mont.
He suddenly realized he was facing not just the vortex below but also… the other side.
The sky? No, the sea! No! The sky?!
He couldn’t tell, he really couldn’t tell.
But the only thing he could observe was that as the weightless him, his body uncontrollably spun to the angle between sea and sky, before him, once again appeared that magnificent yet terrifying scene.
On one side was the vortex in the ocean, on the other was the vortex in the sky, one vortex contained those eyes, the other contained the black sun.
As he stretched across the gap, the blurred boundary between sea and sky seed like the bridge of a nose, and the two nearly symtrical black vortices in the world at this mont more resembled two eyes on a face…
The entire world took on the outline of a vast, illusory countenance, and that low, trembling voice seed like a distant sound falling from beyond the world.
At so point, the two vortices in the sky and ocean simultaneously opened their eyes.
“I… see… you!!”
“Boom—”
Lin Yi was struck as if by lightning, infinite horror enveloped him instantly like a current, and he didn’t know what he was facing.
Beyond that world, it felt as though there were a pair of eyes gazing down upon everything.
Is that… “God”?!
No, if the world had a so-called “God,” it must be the “Root” deep in the black sea, even the “Angel” would only be a subordinate.
Could those two vortices be the gaze of the “Root”?
The reflection of the sea upon the sky, even causing the sun to be extinguished?!
The sun had already been extinguished, how long could the embers burn?
Was the black sun and the deep-sea vortex mutually the counterpart, the “Eyes of the Root”?!
“Rumble—rumble—rumble—”
The eye of the storm ford by the two vortices continuously revolved within the mist, the terrifying scene like the world’s end.
Unexpectedly, Lin Yi, suspended here, did not lose himself.
It seed that before such an “absolute” existence, even losing oneself beca a luxury.
Or perhaps… he had already been lost! Everything he saw rely rewritten by his cognition to sustain his life… so false reality?
At this mont, a low whisper suddenly sounded in his ear…
[sørgende…]
Lin Yi was slightly stunned, his mind quickly drew back, feeling like he had heard sothing…
No.
As a keen listener of the Graveyard of the Deceased, he felt it was necessary to remove the “as if.”
He must have heard so sound, as if coming from… within that storm vortex?
A whisper from the abyss…?
[…Sorgens…skygge…]
The voice appeared again, seemingly overpowering the roaring storm.
At first, he thought it was the sound of black waves colliding amid the storm, until he noticed the deep vortex seed to change speed chaotically, realizing that the storm vortex was not truly as he perceived…
But he did not dare to extend his perception further.
Truly did not dare.
[Min… skygge…]
[Sorg…]
The intermittent voice reappeared, and within the storm erged a sound resembling weeping, mixed with whispers like the ripping of silk…
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