Chapter 1353: Chapter 1353: Is that so? (Big Chapter Asking for Monthly Tickets)
At the mont He Ao heard the words, the purple-eyed youth’s originally cold face suddenly stiffened. He looked at He Ao, snorted coldly, and laughed with a slightly mocking tone, “The anxious one shouldn’t be but you.”
He seed to have regained so feeling, the corners of his mouth curved into the smile he had before, “The ritual itself can only help you accommodate and master the Talent Sequences, but the fusion itself is mutual. When you are fusing with , I am also fusing with you.”
He raised his head, looking at He Ao, the smile on his face growing stronger, “Thank you for your ‘ritual’. It will be an important ‘aid’ in helping complete my ‘promotion’.”
If He Ao truly broke the Fate Spinning Wheel through the egg of analysis, reducing it to its purest Talent Sequence, and prepared the Secret dicine to consu during the ritual.
Then, that would certainly be a normal promotion.
The rapid fusion created by He Ao’s overextended ritual would help him quickly grasp the power of the Talent Sequences.
Unfortunately, in this world, there are no ‘ifs’.
What is now fusing with He Ao is not the pure ‘Talent Sequence 272: mory Inheritor’, but the Talent Sequence fused with self-will after the Fate Spinning Wheel shattered itself.
This power itself carries intense ‘toxicity’.
When this Talent Sequence fused with He Ao, the will of the Fate Spinning Wheel was also fusing with He Ao.
As the candy coating was consud, the poison had already entered He Ao’s body.
He Ao naturally understood this too, but he did not respond to the purple-eyed youth’s words, nor did he show fear or dread from the youth’s ‘intimidation’.
He held the tea in his hand, quietly gazing at the purple-eyed youth who showed a clear emotional fluctuation, with a slight smile on his lips.
As if he was appreciating his own kind of ‘masterpiece’, appreciating the purple-eyed youth’s desperate attempt to prove himself after being ‘mocked’ by him.
A strange tranquility spread between the two, also spreading throughout the small room exuding a faint glow.
“It seems your consciousness is indeed sowhat abnormal,” after an unknown period, facing He Ao’s ‘gaze’, the ‘smile’ on the purple-eyed youth’s face seed a bit stiff, his expression turned somber as he looked at He Ao, “In the face of impending death, you still care about mocking .”
“Perhaps,” He Ao took a light sip of the now barely warm tea, then gently placed the enal teacup on the table, he smiled at the purple-eyed youth, “But it seems you are indeed sowhat anxious, since you already have victory in your hands, why the anxiety?”
The purple-eyed youth’s face stiffened.
This ti, he did not imdiately ‘counter’, but took a deep breath, then lowered his voice, hoarsely said, “I admit, you angered , but your actions are aningless, like your ‘fraudulent’ ans, both are aningless actions, they cannot interfere with , nor can they save you.”
He raised his head again, taking another look at the surrounding hazy room, “Do you feel it?”
Slight tremors ca from the old walls, causing the entire space to seem to tremble at that mont.
The old sofa shook slightly, emitting creaking sounds, the wooden shelf also knocked against the wall, making thumping noises.
As if an earthquake from weak to strong was rapidly ‘attacking’ this old house.
The purple-eyed youth withdrew his gaze, looking at He Ao before him, a slight smile stretched again on his lips, “Your ‘ritual’ accelerated our fusion, it also ‘accelerated’ the collapse of your subconscious,”
His voice gradually lowered, carrying a light, mocking laugh, “Are you ready to embrace the ‘promotion’ of death?”
However, He Ao opposite him did not answer, instead, in this violently shaking space, he slowly stood up, reached out his hand.
In the slightly bewildered gaze of the purple-eyed youth, He Ao reached out and touched his cheek.
Those hands passed through as if through an illusion, passed through the purple-eyed youth’s skin, passed through his head.
“Oh,” He Ao regretfully withdrew his hand, in the bewildered and perplexed gaze of the purple-eyed youth, he sighed lightly, “It would have been great if you were real.”
Hearing He Ao’s words, the purple-eyed youth’s expression turned cold, then he lowered his head, coldly said, “Fool in the face of death, senseless.”
In the violent tremor, his figure quickly dissipated into the misty glow.
He Ao raised his head, looking at the familiar small room around.
Bang—
Almost at the mont the purple-eyed youth’s figure vanished, the entire room seed to be hit with ‘imnse force’, shattered with a loud crash.
In that mont, He Ao felt the ground beneath his feet disappear, as if falling into so pitch-black abyss, yet also as if plunging into a deep, icy ‘deep pool’, his whole body descending towards the deepest part of the darkness.
The small room that originally ‘lifted’ him shattered in an instant into countless scattered fragnts, these three-dinsional fragnts dispersed in his field of view, like snowflakes coated with light, drifting in the dim abyss.
A chilling cold crept up He Ao’s hem, penetrating his skin like maggots on bones, piercing his coldness.
For a mont, he seed to recover the ‘feeling’ of his own ‘body’, so vivid was this sensation.
He seed to see the pulsating blood vessels streaming with blood, cells actively inhaling and exhaling materials.
Seeing his beating heart, seeing his heaving chest cavity.
Seeing the energy flowing through his five organs and limbs, and bones.
The energy from Talent Sequences, from Martial Arts, intertwined and mingled to form the energy circuit of his entire body.
He had more than once spied on his body with a high-dinsional perspective, but each ‘spy’ was different from this one.
He no longer relied on so special ‘perspective’, or rather ‘monitoring’, but on ‘perception’.
Like a person closing their eyes, touching their skin, touching their flesh, feeling the pulse, feeling the body’s temperature, observing their body from a never-before-seen ‘angle’.
He could clearly perceive every inch of change in his body, feeling every shred of power passing through his energy circuit.
At the sa ti, he could also feel a vast power, far exceeding the strength of his body, ‘fusing’ with his body.
Or rather, forcibly ‘squeezing’ into his body.
This power was so strong, it tore through his flesh, cells, blood vessels, and energy circuits almost instantly.
It was like trying to cram a whale into a tiny balloon, just the whale’s leftover liquid would make the entire balloon seem about to explode.
Intense tearing pain accompanied the acute perception, spreading into He Ao’s Sea of Consciousness, spreading into his will.
For a mont, he felt as if he was soaking in an ocean, the silent ocean writhing like a mass of giant flesh, wrapping around his body, engulfing him.
It wasn’t that he was ascending to beco an Angel, but rather that as a ‘sacrifice’ to a powerful force, he was being ‘consud’ by this extraordinary power.
His body was being ‘deconstructed’, becoming a part of the Myth.
Along this journey, He Ao had seen too many crazy Angels.
They lost their self-form, lost their self-awareness, like living Talent Sequences, dominated by extraordinary power.
At this mont, he seed to barely experience the state of those ‘Angels’.
The power of the Angel is too strong, a B-level force, and falling into the power of the Angel is like a drop of water falling into the ocean.
The vast majority of drops of water will only be assimilated by the ocean.
How can a drop of water contain the ocean?
And the power that it reaches is not just He Ao’s physical body.
That surging force rushes toward He Ao’s will, toward He Ao’s Soul, like seawater.
At this mont, he feels his Soul filled with that vast ‘power,’ his mories, his will, his thoughts are all being ‘diluted’ by the force as vast as the sea.
It’s like the room deep in his subconscious that just shattered, those light spots scattered in the depths of the Abyss, like Snowflakes falling into the sea, his ‘consciousness’ is quickly lting into this dark Abyss.
He tries to find the existence of the Fate Spinning Wheel or signs of the Purple-eyed youth around him, but what he ‘sees’ is just empty blankness.
This ‘Deep Sea’ of power is so vast that it engulfs him and mutates him, not with a specific will, but with the imnse force itself.
Or perhaps this enormous and insane force is a kind of mutated ‘will.’
This is the real ‘Angel checkpoint,’ truly crossing the ‘threshold’ of Myth.
Rituals and Secret dicine are actually not so important in this promotion.
What really matters is whether mortals have the ability to accept or control the power of the Angel.
If they cannot accept it, no matter how well-prepared, they will only beco another crazy Angel, becoming the mutated force itself.
The imnse force continues to squeeze into his Soul, squeeze into his body.
Distorted, insane thoughts and these surging forces together fill his Sea of Consciousness.
This insanity is not the will of so self, but the force itself, sothing that accompanies the power hidden deep within the Talent Sequences,
Gradually, He Ao feels his consciousness beginning to blur, his thinking becoming sluggish.
He is not afraid of that fierce pollution, but this ti, the ‘pollution’ indeed seems excessive.
Their quantity is so imnse, endlessly washing over He Ao’s consciousness, like washing a wall carved with various patterns.
The shallower engravings are quickly erased, even the slightly deeper ones gradually being worn down.
Soon, these patterns beco fewer and fewer.
He Ao’s consciousness, too, gradually subrges in this flood-like water flow.
He has gradually beco unable to think, gradually unable to control his emotions.
He no longer has the thoughts to search for where the will of the ‘Purple-eyed youth’ is.
The surging water flow gradually flows towards the deepest carvings, erasing those deepest imprints.
Images quickly flash through his mind, as if they are his ‘mories,’ yet they seem to be his ‘self.’
He sees those wanted criminals he once ‘transford,’ their appearances already blurred, quickly erased in the fierce ‘water flow.’
Then he sees Yang De, Wu Lan, Liu Zhengyun, Li Cheng, Goya… sees the people he encountered along the way.
The appearances of these people were originally clear, then quickly beca blurred, but they were not rapidly erased.
Faintly, He Ao seems to perceive sothing.
And in the depths of his consciousness, a winding small river and an elder fishing by the river erge in his field of view.
The surging ‘water flow’ also washes over this elder’s Illusion but does not quickly erase the elder’s features.
He Ao gazes at the Illusions that are gradually becoming vague and illusory in the light, these Illusions build the final barrier of consciousness.
As if so invisible lines extend from these Illusions, they spread over He Ao’s body.
That is his past as well as the fate he is entangled with.
But he seems to have ‘forgotten’ many things, ‘forgotten’ many people, originally, there seed to be many people at this location.
“Do you feel that the barrier of your consciousness is too weak, feel that there are too few things or people that can anchor your consciousness?”
And amidst this washing, a voice sounding within the Soul begins to resonate in He Ao’s mind, seeming right behind him, leaning on him, with a calm tone tinged with ‘banter’ and ‘mockery.’
“Because those ‘mories’ sufficient to beco a consciousness Anchor have already been erased by , those deeply entwined with your fate have also had their fates weakened by .”
The calm voice continues to sound.
“You may have realized your own forgetting, may have realized the modification of fate, but what does it matter? The modified fate will not recover because of your awareness, and the erased mories will not restore because you attempt to recall them.”
The mocking laughter is like an open net, trapping He Ao’s consciousness.
“You have never understood the power of Myth nor could you comprehend the greatness of Myth. When you attempted to challenge Myth, your end was already destined.”
“In my eyes, you have always been nothing but a struggling ant, a foolish mortal, a small fish trying to jump over a fish tank. I can easily overturn the tank, crush the ant, control your mortal fate,”
“If it weren’t for those foolish folks sealing , if it weren’t for you being quite suitable as my ‘substitute,’ you would never have lived to see this day, never have reached this point.”
“You should feel grateful, grateful that you had so value to exploit before, grateful I was willing to give you more days to live.”
“But now, everything ends, your ritual, your glory, your ‘victory,’ are actually insignificant, rely your own daydream.”
“From the beginning, your fate has been in my hands.”
The voice slowly returns to calmness, the banter and mockery completely disappearing, like a Divine Being finishing with a toy, easily killing an ant, completely returning to that indifferent silence.
His voice finally echoes in the empty Sea of Consciousness, echoes in the consciousness that seems to be erased, “Just like a marionette hanging on the stage, the end has long been fixed, never changed.”
“Really?”
And it is at this mont that a low inquiry suddenly reverberates within this Abyss, reverberates within the flood of pollution that seems capable of engulfing everything.
The entire Deep Sea suddenly stirs up fierce Wind Waves, flowing light shadows in an instant congregating into a purple, blurred human figure.
However, before this figure can react, a hand stretching out from the deep of consciousness rests upon his shoulder.
Then, a whisper seeming to bend to his ear mixes within the fierce pollution, gently sounding,
“Caught you.”
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