Capítulo 1368: Chapter 648: The Rite of the Ancients, At First Song
Lin Yi sensed sothing was wrong and shouted anxiously, “Young Master Tian, sothing’s not right! The mist, it seems alive!”
“You’ve noticed too…” Tian Bufan murmured, “I’ve sensed the anomaly since a while ago… these black mists are being consciously manipulated…”
“Manipulated mists? Is it the Angel Envoy?” Lin Yi had just asked in his heart when Tian Bufan spoke through his tone, “It’s been a while—Little Black.”
“‘Little Black’?!” Lin Yi’s heart trembled, but before he could react, low murmurs echoed from all directions within the black mist, like countless eerie syllables mixed together forming a wave of sound.
These sound waves were originally incomprehensible to him, but when they transferred into Lin Yi’s Will Body, he imdiately understood them.
[Hehehe… You piece of patched-up riffraff, barely graced by a sliver of the Holy Sun, dare to call my na directly?]
[There will always be an insurmountable chasm between you and !]
[Leave everything you have behind!]
[Hehehe…]
“You want to keep ?” Tian Bufan sneered, “Or is it the Supre Heaven that wants to keep ?”
[Shut up, the Lord’s na coming from your lips is an insult!!]
“After all these years, your temper is still…” Tian Bufan spoke slowly through Lin Yi’s mouth, but before he could finish saying “still so big”, a horrific force appeared within the mist, directly piercing the fragnted defensive barricade made of human sculpture, fiercely overturning Lin Yi’s Will Body!
“Bang—!!”
The mist, like a solid entity, bounced Lin Yi’s Will Body around like a rubber piece, and as he stabilized, his form dimd significantly.
“Cough, cough…”
Lin Yi coughed a few tis, the previous strikes left him dizzy, feeling almost knocked out.
[How many tis have I said, you riffraff! Don’t speak the tone of the Holy Sun to !]
“Alright, alright… calm down, calm down…” Tian Bufan helplessly shook his head, of course, it was through Lin Yi’s Will Body that the action was displayed, “Your true form isn’t here, to simply eradicate our Will Bodies isn’t as easy, in that case, wouldn’t you want to reminisce?”
“If you don’t want to hear Little Black’s words, then shall I phrase it differently… my dear and respectable… Fog Language Master?”
[Tch, although I can’t kill you with just this wisp floating here, you will never escape the boundaries of Returning Ruins.]
[re willpower, you’re weaker than I imagined, after I trap you for a hundred years, making your will faint and vague, there will be plenty of ti to torture you.]
Upon hearing this, Tian Bufan squinted his eyes, remained silent, and rely continued to manipulate the human sculpture devouring the mist.
However, when the Fog Language Master’s will erged, this tug-of-war turned into an open hand revealing its cards, the suction force of the mist remained undiminished, continuously destroying the human sculpture, intertwining Lin Yi’s Will Body like countless threads, then continually cutting him up as if it were Lingchi.
As the mist’s power seeped in, Lin Yi’s Will Body, feeling like it was contaminated, began hearing fragnted singing voices.
These songs were the ancient rites sounds once coming from the depths of the ocean.
In a blur, Lin Yi seemingly saw countless ancient ancestors by the blazing bonfire dancing eerily in the basin of black fog, underneath the black mountains full of divine cracks.
The leader, like a grand priest, had long hair draped over his shoulders, holding a twisted snake staff, and wore a bizarre mask.
On top of the mask were several colorful elongated feathers, frightening tendril-like beards beneath its jawline, and the mask surface was a shifting, twisting visage, sotis faceless, other tis showing contours of features.
When Lin Yi’s Will Body blurred, “seeing” its existence, the twisting, writhing faceless mask suddenly protruded countless bumps, sequentially opening slits revealing big eyeballs clustered like grapes.
“I… AvgruNnen… av tåKe og… mørke jaGer… forTapte Sjeler fanTo–!!”
“I–AvgruNnen av tåKe og– mørke jaGer forTapte–Sjeler fanTo–!!”
“De som–jager lyset i tåke blir til–slutt fantor–!!”
“De som jager lyset–i tåke blir til slutt fantor–!!”
Countless big eyeballs all peered at Lin Yi, and at that mont, the splitting sensation from the mist reached its peak.
[You heard it, right?]
[Si Rong’s oracle and the ancestors’ prayers! You clearly know what we are doing! But you abandoned us!! You exiled us!!]
[The truth proves that the Lord’s decision is the most correct, being indecisive, like a lingering ailnt, rely brings chronic death!]
[You cannot save them! Neither can we!]
[Be it Fog Nightmare Hunter or Watcher… the truth is, no power can truly protect them…]
[What we can do is sacrifice the vast majority, to save a few refined individuals…]
“Like Noah’s Ark, right?” “Lin Yi” retorted sarcastically, naturally Tian Bufan speaking, “Your belief is fundantally unstable, compared to Great Yu, it was well done.”
[Just luck.] The mist swirled, the Fog Language Master’s voice rolled from all directions,[Before the absolute end, perhaps even Noah’s Ark is a humble act.]
“Relentless effort, from your mouth is rely ‘luck’.” Tian Bufan shook his head, “Seems there’s nothing more to say.”
[With ‘you’, I’ve nothing to say!]
“I understand, those few sentences were ant for the Holy Sun, right? A asure of dissatisfaction held for countless years, still needing release, you must be exhausted.” Tian Bufan sneered, “Your residual humanity, all negative?”
In the mist, a derisive cold laugh ca.
Following that, cries, ancient rite choruses and waves of painful screams began perating into Lin Yi’s Will Body from the mist.
Lin Yi’s Will Body began bubbling like he saw in the Principal earlier, each bubble ballooned on his will like tumors, within those bubbles, distorted faces surfaced, like countless creatures attempting to seep through his Will Body.
Even though Lin Yi had long endured near-annihilative pain in the depths of the black ocean under Boss’s training, the current suffering—this deep soul-ripped sensation—was not the sa as that annilhilative pain back then.
Two forms of pain manifested differently, the present pain not only involved him but mixed countless creatures’ thoughts and malices, making it more chaotic and painful to bear.
“I… AvgruNnen… av tåKe og… mørke jaGer… forTapte Sjeler fanTo–!!”
“I–AvgruNnen av tåKe og– mørke jaGer forTapte–Sjeler fanTo–!!”
“De som–jager lyset i tåke blir til–slutt fantor–!!”
“De som jager lyset–i tåke blir til slutt fantor–!!”
The sound waves grew louder, already engulfing him and seed to pierce his Will Body with countless holes, then tossing in a freshly extinguished coal, smoke percolated out of those holes, layered with waves of sound, nearly tearing his soul apart.
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