To communicate with Nell, there are two directions. One is for He Ao to enhance his own soul and power. As long as he becos powerful enough to cross vast ti and space, he can establish a connection with Nell.
The good news is that this connection should be very stable, but the bad news is that if He Ao could boost himself that much, he wouldn’t have to think about how to contact Nell; he could just hold the Wheel of Stars and the Starlight Silhouette and confront them directly.
The other ’direction’ is to strengthen his ’mysticism connection’ with Nell and create a ’shortcut’ through so special connection across ti and space.
Much like the connection between the War God and Nell.
With He Ao’s own power, opening such a shortcut is naturally impossible.
He Ao gazed at the dissipating red light before his eyes, but he could make use of the already existing ’shortcut.’
The red light in front of him is the power gradually dissipating from Fragnt 001, and before Fragnt 001 shattered, it was altered to point towards ’K’, which ans that ’K’ also has a strong mystical connection with these red lights.
In a sense, He Ao might be able to use this symbolic aning to temporarily substitute ’K’ for the ’War God’ in the realm of mysticism.
Then he could use the rules of the ’shortcut’ created by the War God, aided by his strong mystical connection with Nell, to temporarily establish ’communication’ with Nell using the symbolic aning of the War God.
The mystical principles of these things sound very complex, but the actual operation is quite simple.
It is just about activating the power of the red light, establishing a connection, and done.
Although He Ao doesn’t know if his speculation is correct, it’s necessary to give it a try.
He Ao touched the red light in front of him, feeling the leaping power within. By leveraging the past ’control direction’, he could barely interfere with these residual powers.
He only had one chance.
Almost at the mont he had the thought, all the residual power of the red light was forcibly activated again, rging into the complex ’K’ insignia on He Ao’s hand.
In that instant, the originally dull insignia suddenly lit up, flashing with a demonic and dazzling red radiance.
He Ao felt his consciousness instantly traverse an endless number of ti and space.
The familiar blurred image of the abandoned building was reflected in his mind.
His consciousness did not pause at all, and it directly followed another invisible connection, spreading to a higher realm.
He was trying to use his own connection to touch the thoughts that belonged to the War God.
At that mont, a myriad of whispers exploded like a thunderstorm in his mind, and the fierce pollution surged in his thoughts like towering waves.
His consciousness was like a tiny speck of dust, falling into a star filled with storms and flas.
Fierce hurricanes flashed through this endless sea of flas, harboring desires for slaughter, obsessive greed, as well as cold gazes.
Every storm seed to be a manifestation of so ’thought’.
This was a Divine Being that had already passed away; his consciousness had long since dissipated, and his body was shattered.
But his Sea of Thoughts was still violently dancing.
Even more chaotic, even more frenzied.
Standing between the gaps of these storms, He Ao could clearly sense how intense these ’thought’ storms were.
Even a slight touch could likely reach his soul via the invisible connection, fully assimilating him into a monster possessing only that kind of thought.
However, these ’thought storms,’ as giant as a continuous mountain range, were not the ’whole’ of this fierce Sea of Thoughts, nor were they the main part.
At the end of He Ao’s ’vision,’ on the ’horizon’ of the burning star of thoughts, an enormous whirlpool storm stood there.
Compared to this whirlpool, those thought storms seed as insignificant as ants.
This massive whirlpool storm occupied almost a third of the entire sea of flas.
The mont he gazed at it, the fierce thoughts exploded in He Ao’s mind.
"Revival!" "Revival!" "Revival!"
He Ao felt like his mind was ’struck’ by a large hamr, briefly falling out of control, as the enormous hurricane attempted to engulf his entire body.
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Dungeon World
The ’Nell’ within the abandoned building raised its head and let out a beast-like intense roar. In a flash, countless tentacles wildly flailed, nearly tearing the entire building apart, raining down countless broken bricks like a torrential storm.
Surrounding the building, countless exotic beasts and animals scattered in a frenzy, blood gushing from the soft soil, while trees in the forest began to frantically absorb the gushing earth’s blood like syringes inserted into the skin.
Innurable leaves fell from the branches, forming a dense rain of leaves, and with them, bright red leaves sprouted from the slender branches, rapidly growing, and finally blossoming into bizarre, weapon-like crimson flowers.
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Underneath this endlessly violent thought, at the mont when his will and soul were about to be completely ’assimilated,’ He Ao finally extracted a sliver of reason, turning his ’sight’ with difficulty, looking toward the vast Sea of Thoughts, away from the whirlpool.
He forced himself not to concern himself with the massive whirlpool or observe anything related to it, forcing himself to forget what he had just seen.
He gathered all his focus, attempting to sense any nearby things that might be related to him while covering the ’revival’ desire in his mind.
Relying on this decisive quick decision allowed the pollution he suffered to be temporarily ’reduced.’
Even so, he could still distinctly feel that the distorted desire continued to bombard his will like a world-destroying storm.
He had to concentrate further on the sensing of the ’connection’ around him.
As he focused his attention, at the base layer of the entire ’Sea of Thoughts,’ beneath those thought storms, he faintly sensed a kind of invisible connection.
This connection was unusually weak, as if it spanned a vast ti and space to connect to this Sea of Thoughts.
A faint sense of familiarity emanated from that ’connection,’ and it seed he could see a silhouette within a blurry train on the other end of the connection.
That was ’himself.’
He Ao tried to imrse himself in the Sea of Thoughts, to touch that connection.
However, as soon as he began to sink, his consciousness was instantly swept into a violent undercurrent, and a chaotic ’battle intent’ poured into his thoughts.
This chaotic battle intent collided with the revival roar, almost instantly threatening to rend He Ao’s soul apart.
He Ao swiftly controlled his body to float up and break away from the undercurrent.
His ’gaze’ swept over everything in this Sea of Thoughts.
Although he successfully ’entered’ this deceased Divine Being’s Sea of Thoughts, even though the Divine Being had been dead for countless years, the remaining thoughts and intentions were still extraordinarily terrifying.
He Ao estimated that even if he reached the level of an Angel, he wouldn’t be able to ’move’ freely within this Sea of Thoughts.
The plan he had to enter the Sea of Thoughts and control the War God to respond to himself didn’t seem so ’simple’, and the ’ti difference’ he won for himself was limited.
The ’connection ti’ he and Nell could maintain with the remaining power of Fragnt 001 was also limited.
Amidst the swirling fierce pollution, He Ao tried his best to stabilize his thoughts.
Unexpected events in this world always co unplanned, and He Ao knew his knowledge and insight were limited. Before entering the War God’s Sea of Thoughts, he had no idea what a Divine Being’s Sea of Thoughts was like.
Of course, perhaps in this endless space-ti, there are very few who have the ’chance’ to enter a Divine Being’s Sea of Thoughts, even if it is a deceased deity.
He Ao had no other seniors’ experiences to learn from for reference.
Countless thoughts flashed through He Ao’s mind, and after a brief hesitation, he turned his ’gaze’ back towards the gigantic vortex occupying one-third of the Sea of Thoughts.
The fierce thirst for ’resurrection’ instantly surged back into his mind, tearing at his soul.
He Ao gritted his teeth, persevering against this fierce pollution, sensing Nell’s body.
Through the intense connection of mysticism, he tried to ’stay’ his main consciousness on Nell’s body and awareness as much as possible.
He hadn’t forgotten how ’Nell’, or rather himself at the ti, established a ’connection’ with the War God.
Through the War God’s ’revival’ setup!
Which is to say, essentially, Nell’s power actually stems from the War God’s desire for resurrection.
And this desire for resurrection is the largest ’主体’ in the War God’s Sea of Thoughts.
This ant that there existed a certain mystical connection between He Ao and that enormous vortex of resurrection desire.
And along with his manipulation, whether it was an illusion or not, he felt a ’connection’ seed to have ford between him and that vortex of resurrection desire.
He tried to ’strengthen’ this ’connection’.
The pollution and thoughts brought by the vortex of desire beca more intense.
The fierce pollution and thoughts were like a snowstorm enveloping heaven and earth, and He Ao, at this mont, was the ’climber’ climbing up the steep slope in this snowstorm.
The dense ’wind and snow’ obscured his view, blinded his senses, and made his will falter.
He could no longer see the road ahead, couldn’t confirm whether he was really on the path leading to the mountain peak, and couldn’t even be sure if the next area he stepped onto was a ’Ten Thousand Feet Cliff’.
But he had no other choices left, and even under this ’snowstorm’ assault, his thoughts had stopped being active, incapable of further thinking.
Only one ’will’ remained in his mind, which was ’forward’, ’keep moving forward’.
He gritted his teeth, against the fierce pollution ’snowstorm’, taking one step, and another.
He did not know how long it had been, but he vaguely felt as if he ’touched’ sothing, seemingly a ’flagpole’ standing on the mountaintop, or perhaps a ’connection’ established with the ’mountain’ itself.
The fierce pollution ’snowstorm’ still swept across He Ao’s soul, but at this mont, He Ao felt that his soul and consciousness were drawn to an infinite height and distance.
Here, the universe was nothing more than a tiny speck of dust for a mont, and the endless space-ti in his eyes was nothing more than continuous slices.
Eternity and infinity seed to beco perceivable ’quantifiers’.
And at this mont, his soul was about to be thoroughly assimilated.
But before assimilation, through that vast ’field of view’, he had found that invisible ’connection’ and sensed the existence of ’himself’.
He gathered his spirit and pried at that gigantic vortex, instantly ’strengthening’ the connection, the twisted high-order power rolled down the connection.
He didn’t check if the operation was successful because the mont he made this move, he completely withdrew his consciousness, bringing everything back to his body.
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In the buildings of the dungeon world, the young man hanging in the center of the building ’quieted’ down, falling back into sleep.
Only those tentacles penetrating deep into the building continued to glow with a crimson radiance.
And outside the building, the vast erald forest had vanished, leaving only the silent and continuous crimson trees, converging into mountains stretching to the horizon, blooming blood-red vivid flowers under the setting sun.
Crimson radiance spread across the earth, starting to gather towards the depths of the building.
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Bang—
As his consciousness returned to his body, He Ao stumbled, almost falling directly onto the floor of the Velora, but luckily, he steadied himself in ti.
He could vaguely sense the mutation caused by the leakage of the War God’s power near Nell, but the vicinity of Nell was originally heavily polluted, a no man’s land, without even trade routes.
He Ao actually had a pre-estimate for this situation, trying his best to restrain the pollution, letting it spread deeper into the uninhabited area, without causing much impact overall. It might take a while for this mutation to be discovered.
And Nell ’herself’ seed to have undergone so sort of change too; just what happened specifically would have to wait until the next ti he entered the dungeon to find out.
Of course, at this mont, He Ao did not have the ti to ponder these matters.
As the consciousness returned, the first thing he felt was an intense sense of ’emptiness’.
This emptiness was filled with imnse ’loss’ and ’regret’, as if the fact that he hadn’t completely ’integrated’ with the War God’s thoughts just now was a very regretful thing.
Of course, this was not He Ao’s own rational thinking, but uncontrolled spread of emotion.
Like so sort of ’withdrawal reaction’, his soul and consciousness had developed a kind of ’dependency’ on the War God, and if he had co back a little later, he would have been completely assimilated by the War God, becoming a ’preparation’ for the War God’s resurrection.
Borrowing power from the Sea of Thoughts of a Divine Being was indeed too dangerous.
However, this feeling of emptiness did not stay long in He Ao’s consciousness because, accompanying this emptiness, ca a fierce and terrifying power.
This power, even after crossing countless space-tis and through layer upon layer of weakening, surged through He Ao’s body like overwhelming waves.
The Velora traveling in the void started to shake violently, the exquisite vintage carriage made rattling sounds, as if it might be torn apart at any mont.
anwhile, the Eye of Truth which had been hovering behind He Ao’s mind also started to flicker intensely.
Without hesitation, He Ao opened the car door and jumped off the Velora.
The mont his body entered the vast universe, his whole flesh was enveloped by the surging crimson radiance.
The surging radiance instantly spread across the pitch-black cosmic space.
Seen from a distant direction, the gray-white dwarf planet revolved slowly in the boundless universe.
On those stars, at the very top of the firmant, the phantom shadow of a gigantic crimson giant slowly erged.
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