Chapter 1177: Chapter 555: I Am Not Myself?!
The figure grew increasingly blurred, and the voice beca more and more indistinct, but for Lin Yi, the information was already sufficient.
So much information that he now had no way to sort it all out, resorting instead to cramming it into his brain with the mory of a human printer.
He couldn’t afford to think through the connections in detail now, but he had thought of many things.
He recalled, when he first deconstructed the ashes and reshaped his body, his consciousness seed to have entered so strange dinsion, and he saw himself on May 6th, when he entered the school, as well as the “Primordial Ash Apostle” lingering outside the classroom…
The target of the “Primordial Ash Apostle” seed to be him from the beginning.
Or perhaps, it included Tian Bufan as well!
Maybe all of them!
“Does the ‘Primordial Ash Apostle’ know about our shared dreams, does finding one of us an informing everyone?”
“But… why us?”
“Are we really that special?”
It’s unbelievable!
There must be a deeper underlying logic here.
A reason that it “could only be him.”
Could it be…
That at so point, the “Primordial Ash Apostle” was… “him”?
He’d had such a guess for a while, hypothesizing that the “Primordial Ash Apostle” was searching for sothing, much like “a version of him” searching for “his past self”…
Or perhaps he was the principal himself?
And that the current him isn’t really him?
What the hell is this ‘Rebirth: I Am the Avatar of the Immortal Emperor’?!
Yet, he felt more and more panicked…
Lin Yi’s heart trembled violently, feeling as if he were trapped in so terrifying cycle.
Because when it cos down to it, he, damn it, has no mory!
Never mind that he might be the principal, or even just a small avatar of the principal, just this hypothesis alone is enough to drive soone mad!
I am not ?!
Good grief! The principal!
Lin Yi’s mind suddenly jumped to a high level.
You think you’re great! You’re aloof! You can scold now?
Okay! Really okay!
You’re so great you brought here, did you ever think of taking back!!
I’m telling you I don’t want to go back!
Do you know how I’m bullied here!!
Do you know how I’m bullied!
Just because I don’t have a transcendent path… my mory is fragnted!
I’m a damned cripple!
You’re really great!
Everyone loves you! What a broken place! Broken place! Broken place!!
I just want to step by step step by step step by step rise to the top! I want to be the principal!!!!
Damn it… a bit ridiculous.
But… there’s also a sense of absurd, unrealistic reality.
Finally, that figure, claiming to be the “Principal” and the “Primordial Ash Apostle,” completely faded away, and gradually, a pale mist started to erge from the void, slowly enveloping him.
But just then, he started hearing so eerie songs…
“This song…?”
Lin Yi was slightly shocked, vaguely hearing…
[Touch my abyss eyes… devour my decayed moon…]
[Burn my… bone fla… monunt realm…]
[…na… bury …]
[Vast stars… vast stars…]
[When the black moon withers…]
[The mourners… return from the endless deep sea…]
A distant song ca from beneath the mist, in a language he could understand. The initial lyrics were sowhat reminiscent of phrases Maozi whispered in the cetery layer, but soon those understandable lyrics evolved into an ancient, obscure, caution-like pronunciation:
[Rør ved mine dypblå pupiller… sprekker mitt stjerneskelett… forsyner min råmåne…]
[Brenn… min beinflamnde… gjør min bølgeornant… knuser min minnestav…]
[…min… sluk min… begrav min uoppdrettede…]
[store stjerner… store stjerner…]
[Når den svarte månen vissner… komr sørgemoerne… tilbake fra det uendelige dyphavet…]
…
The pale steam silently faded away, and by the ti Lin Yi noticed, his consciousness had returned to that thin sea of clouds.
The transition from steam heat waves to the sea of clouds was as smooth as if he were in an endlessly repeating dream.
Oh yes, indeed, he was dreaming.
“Dreaming…” he gently pressed his lips together.
Often, he felt close to being unable to distinguish between dreams and reality.
Especially now, when he could interfere with past actions through the dream boundary.
“Is the Dream Builder’s loss perhaps this kind of loss?”
Did the Dream Builders forget ti within the dream boundary, and does the so-called forgetting an being “stuck” at a certain past mont and then swallowed by “ti,” until completely “stuck-dead”?
“Is it possible that after a Dream Builder crosses the ‘dream boundary,’ they beco a Sneering Angel?”
Lin Yi pondered, recalling when he was reading a Dream Builder’s notes, he involuntarily entered the dream boundary and went infinitely deeper, reaching a point of cognition considered the “boundary”…
That place was filled with the breath of “life” and “death,” each step a life, each step a death, or perhaps every step taken was a different journey on the road to death.
“Dream Boundary Studies… is really too profound…” Lin Yi felt sowhat fearful; these mystical things initially seed miraculous when first comprehended, but as cognition deepened, and the part beneath the iceberg started to reveal itself, the stark contrast due to the gap made him increasingly aware of his insignificance.
No, not the insignificance of “himself,” but the insignificance of being human in the face of such nearly completely unknown and utterly terrifying forces.
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