Black Sea.
Within the vast expanse of the Black Sea’s space.
A solitary, pale white sphere nad Blind Spot ominously emitted an inauspicious black smoke.
The black smoke enveloped and segregated the sphere, forming a natural shielding and hiding buffer zone.
From the outside, it appeared to be an inconspicuous, Common little Blind Spot, without any oddity.
But at this very mont, a faint and peculiar fluctuation was penetrating from within the sphere, spreading outwards.
As soon as this tiny fluctuation entered the Black Sea, it suddenly dispersed, transforming into a vast spider-web-like expanse, scattering in all directions.
The speed of the spider web’s vibrations far exceeded that of light. In the blink of an eye, it traversed tens of millions of kiloters, continuing dozens, hundreds, thousands of tis, with the rate of its pulsations growing ever faster.
Before long, a light-year had passed.
And when its speed suddenly crossed a certain special threshold.
Everything around it was instantaneously rendered into countless blurs and distortions.
The Blind Spot vanished, the Black Sea matter beca invisible, and the monstrous beings of great strength hidden about were all stretched into twisted lines and points.
In this journey that existed only at superluminal speeds.
Everything in the Black Sea had transford into sothing resembling the colorful, peculiar round tubes of a kaleidoscope.
All the retreating colors turned into a thick, colorful lining of the tunnel.
All physical constants lost their aning here, and even the way every single thing existed was redefined.
The fluctuation finally revealed its true identity, a thin white thread no thicker than a mortal’s finger.
It traveled through this passageway, as though waiting for sothing.
Phut.
Suddenly, from beneath the colorful tunnel’s inner wall, a ghastly pale and slender, excessively long human hand erged.
The hand gently pinched the vibrating thread and retracted.
With the hand’s withdrawal, a large, human-faced spider clinging to the inside of the passageway swiftly beca visible.
At the center of the spider was the face of a dignified, cold white-browed old man.
His face was imnse, brimming with an immortal’s aura of the Dao, inspiring an innate sense of pursuing the Dao in all who saw it.
The old man’s ears, mouth and nose were constantly emitting white smoke, within which the sounds of sacred scriptures and chanting overlapped, endless to the ear.
As the white smoke drifted, it transford into white silk nets, anchoring the human-faced spider to the wall of the passageway.
Beyond the giant human face, the spider’s eight limbs were all enormous, elongated white human hands.
At this mont, these hands as limbs were constantly stabbing out from the inside wall of the tunnel, scooping up so colorful unknown substances from the outside world and stuffing them into a blood-colored orifice in the spider’s belly.
He was feeding.
But it was unclear what he was consuming.
As one hand seized the slender vibrating thread and returned to its position before him.
The old man’s eyes, which had been tightly closed, slowly opened.
"Ergency Signal Jade Token?"
He recognized it as a distress signal that only core Disciples of his sect possesed.
After a mont’s hesitation.
With a puff, the old man pulled out his limbs, remained clinging to the inner wall of the tunnel, and slowly moved towards the direction from where the vibration had co.
After moving a certain distance, he gently vaulted, and his imnse body surged out of the high-speed colorful tunnel.
anwhile, in the Black Sea outside.
In front of him was the Blind Spot World of White Wax, disguised as an ordinary Blind Spot.
The vast White Wax Blind Spot sphere in front of the human-faced spider old man appeared like an irregularly shaped white apple.
He raised one finger.
"Boundless Heavenly Honor. Forgive my rudeness," he said.
Whoosh.
His finger pointed directly at the White Wax sphere.
The huge finger swiftly touched the outer layer of the White Wax Blind Spot, compressing it inward and deforming it.
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Inside the White Wax Blind Spot.
Within a vast white palace floating in a corner of the sky.
Many mbers of the White Wax Organization were quietly observing the battle between Li Chengyi and the human-faced dragon in the image.
The image, shimring with watery light, was like smoke, like a mirage. The dozens of mbers within the palace stared intently, fixated on the moving scene.
"Lord Ajani, from the Eternal Wax Figures, has actually agreed to take action personally; this is rare," a woman said in a soft voice. She wore a white dress, had white hair, and carried a peculiar smile on her beautiful face.
"Perhaps she has perceived sothing from that invader. Ajani has touched the edge of Omniscience. Through dissolving herself in the Divine Fire, on the brink of life and death, she has gained enlightennt on certain matters. She has now successfully begun her pursuit of Omniscience," replied a massive humanoid silhouette sitting in the highest seat on the far right.
The strength within the White Wax Organization was divided into two parts.
One part was made up of Common wax figures; they were still beneath the level of the Divine Fire.
The other part was the Eternal Wax Figures, who had transcended beyond the Divine Fire and entered another realm.
The human-faced dragon currently in action was none other than Wu Saning’s mother, Ajani.
And the imposing dark silhouette sitting in the high seat was the only Eternal Wax Figure leader of White Wax who had long been present in the world, the King of Dissolution, Lira.
"That invader is weak, but he seems to conceal quite a few interesting fluctuations of energy within him. If we can devour him and occupy his mind and spirit, we may derive great benefits," said Lira with a deep voice.
"Moreover, that person also conceals the aura of the Earth-Moon Body, the sa Body we have been searching for so long and were almost ready to give up on; yet now, unexpectedly, we find a path amid closed roads," a White Wax mber dressed like a scholar in a green robe said with a smile, gently waving a folding fan.
All the mbers within the hall presented an extrely eclectic and bizarre array of attire and appearance. There were styles from a variety of civilizations.
"This is Good Fortune. Once Lord Ajani devours the hidden treasures of the Earth-Moon Blind Spot, she may ascend even further, stepping into a new Realm... Perhaps we will then have one more Supre Wax Figure among us." An old man with a goatee smiled wistfully.
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