Chapter 1183: Chapter 558: Shrouded in Mist and Chasing Light
Today, on the afternoon of May 10th, he constructed a “Puppet” and “deployed” it to the 5th floor of Teaching Building C. Upon completion, he noticed Zhao Lingxiao was watching him, or perhaps watching sothing else; in any case, she looked until she lost the Layers.
At that ti, he could have forcibly intervened and perhaps had a chance to save her, but he chose not to waste that effort.
However, he didn’t understand why not saving Zhao Lingxiao back then would lead her into his Dream.
Co on, even when I dream, I never dread of the Boss, so why you?!
Lin Yi was unwilling.
But in the next mont, he intervened from within the Vision, as if he had traversed a bubble, appearing in this perspective…
He seed to adopt the God’s Vision, floating here, quietly overlooking Zhao Lingxiao.
He saw Ripples erging in the World, each ti they spread, another image began to appear within the Vision.
The two images were like the surface and bottom layers of a glass suspension bridge. Whenever Ripples spread, the images changed, the surface disappears, allowing the bottom layer to be observed.
And between the surface and bottom layers, most things were similar; the only difference was Zhao Lingxiao.
Portrayed by the bottom layer, Zhao Lingxiao was not slumped there, but crawling painfully on the ground.
She seed very tired, breathing heavily while crawling toward the place where he once constructed the Puppet.
Zhao Lingxiao looked sick.
Very sick.
She seed to have lost her vision, relying solely on sensation and a strange sense of touch, using her hands to feel the rough bricks, creeping bit by bit.
Her hands exerted so much force that her fingers quickly wore down, vaguely becoming bloody and mangled, entangled with so dirt and gri, causing Lin Yi to feel slightly uncomfortable subconsciously.
Yet Zhao Lingxiao seed to feel no pain, chanically and numbly advancing.
Her gaze beca increasingly unfocused, her pupils began to dilate, and as they reached a certain size, they turned very dim. Eventually, the black part of her eyeballs shrank as the white part expanded, resembling a dull Human Sculpture.
Lin Yi noticed her lips moving, and when he focused on it, his hearing captured her voice.
She kept mumbling: “Where is it… where is it…”
The voice was hoarse and urgent, making anyone who heard it feel their throat becoming dry and uncomfortable.
Gradually, Lin Yi discovered Zhao Lingxiao crawling before “him” — arriving beneath “his” perspective at that mont.
“This…!”
Zhao Lingxiao’s breathing suddenly beca rapid, she abruptly lifted her head, her gray-white eyes devoid of pupils, and directly stared at Lin Yi!
“Here! Found it! Found it!!”
Lin Yi was taken aback, looked around repeatedly, yet found no one here besides “himself”!
“This…? What…?!”
“Can she see ?!”
“How is she seeing ?!”
He tentatively moved aside, but Zhao Lingxiao explored the gaps between the bricks and slowly found his location again.
“Can she truly see ?”
“What’s going on?” Lin Yi’s scalp tingled, yet he suddenly had a revelation, “Did I accidentally penetrate the Dream Boundary?”
“But even if it’s the Dream Boundary, at least there should be a perspective, right? What’s the source of the perspective here?”
Flying Thunder God at least needs to have a mark!
What’s his mark?
Wait…
Could it be…?!
The substance left behind while constructing the “Puppet”?
But wasn’t that material long gone?!
His gaze sharpened, “Field of View Insight” activated on the spot, and indeed, in the gaps of the bricks he discovered the remaining trace of Transcendent power from the Burial Body Roots he had chopped up, which Zhao Lingxiao was clearly licking and chasing down, bit by bit, to his current location.
His perspective “mark,” seemingly is here.
Zhao Lingxiao’s fingers scraped the ground faster and faster, blood from her fingertips began to seep into the bricks below, rging with the dust and Ashes infused with so residual Transcendent power, slowly entering her body…
In the next mont, under Lin Yi’s shocked gaze, she began to lick the scraps on the ground like a dog, licking as she crawled forward, the originally loose school uniform stretched into so body-hugging curves due to her limb changes, appearing both graceful and sinister.
Sotis she showed signs of pain, sotis she revealed an almost mad expression of delight, as if incurably ill.
“More… I need more…”
She devoured greedily, like a storm sweeping through, feasting wildly.
The “Burial Body Roots” residues here, insignificant leftovers, were all remnants Lin Yi left behind, yet for Zhao Lingxiao, they were as sweet as nectar, seemingly the most wonderful food in the world.
In Lin Yi’s Visual Field, these residues had long been petrified into fragnted sculpture pieces by sunlight, only so dusty particles remained that hadn’t been blown away by the wind.
And Zhao Lingxiao had captured these debris, consuming them frenetically.
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