760: Chapter 760: The ‘Vision’ of Truth (Big Chapter for Monthly Tickets) 760: Chapter 760: The ‘Vision’ of Truth (Big Chapter for Monthly Tickets) The thunderous roar of the giant engines echoed in the silent snowfield under the cover of night, and smoking pure white chas descended at the edge of a cliff.
The chas then squatted down, and the hatch opened.
With this slight tremor, He Ao also opened his eyes, looking at the girl with golden twin ponytails in front of him.
Vili stepped out from behind the control panel and looked outside the hatch, “We’ve arrived.”
He Ao stood up and looked outside the hatch.
Under the night sky, the snowfield was exceptionally quiet.
Thick clouds concealed the sky, casting a dim shadow over the entire world.
However, near He Ao’s field of vision, right beneath the chas’ feet, a series of trucks were lined up on the road beneath the snowfield, illuminating brief monts of light in the dark night with their lit lamps.
“A rchants’ convoy?”
He Ao raised his head and glanced at Vili.
“Mhm,”
Vili nodded gently and walked toward the already lowered rope ladder, “This is a registered convoy.
When we go back, security won’t check us.”
He Ao nodded, carrying the harpoon and a tal plate, and followed her down the rope ladder.
With two soft thuds absorbed by the snowfield, they landed on the ground.
“Miss!”
Almost as soon as He Ao stabilized himself, a woman with short hair, dressed in loose standard security clothing, and carrying a dicine box rushed over to support Vili’s shoulder, examining her carefully, “How could Reid and the others let you take such a risk, have they gone mad?”
“It’s fine, it’s fine, Carrie,”
Vili said with a smile, patting the short-haired woman’s shoulder, “I’m back safe and sound, right?
At that ti, I was the only one who could pilot the cha.
If I hadn’t drawn those scumbags away, everyone would have died.
By the way, did Reid and the others arrive here safely?”
“They did, but their injuries are sowhat severe; they’re currently in the dical vehicle.”
Carrie answered quickly, then paused as if she still wanted to persuade Vili.
At that mont, Vili saw the dicine box in Carrie’s hand.
She took the box from her, opened it, and turned to He Ao, “Your injuries…”
He Ao glanced at the items in the first-aid kit.
Inside were so wound suturing tools, hemostatic needles, bandages, and so antibiotics—all high-end products from Stars Pharma, not exactly cheap.
But he didn’t actually have any visible wounds.
The blood on his body, so ca from enemies, and so seeped out from underneath his skin from overexerting his powers.
There was only a minor injury from the whip of a tentacle, but at that ti, he had strengthened the clothes on his back with his Divine Sense, so most of the damage was internal.
These injuries couldn’t be healed with external dications.
Besides, he had his own thods for healing.
He shook his head, “My injuries aren’t serious; I don’t need these dicines.”
“Alright!”
Vili glanced at He Ao and noticed that he indeed didn’t seem eager for the dicines.
So she packed up the kit and turned to Carrie, pointing to He Ao as she introduced him,
“This is Yiluo.
He’s very capable.
If it weren’t for him, I probably wouldn’t have made it back.”
“Thank you!
Thank you so much!”
Carrie had noticed He Ao behind Vili earlier, but after hearing that He Ao had ‘saved’ Vili, she was visibly surprised and incredulous.
Nevertheless, she bowed solemnly and took He Ao’s hand,
“Our Miss can sotis be quite reckless and act without thinking, please forgive any trouble she may have caused you.”
“No problem.”
He Ao nodded lightly.
Vili, listening on the side: “Eh?
Am I that reckless?”
Hearing Vili’s voice, Carrie released He Ao’s hand and imdiately turned her head to look at her young mistress with a serious expression.
“Miss, didn’t you just say you were alright?
Why are you now saying that without Mr.
Yiluo, you couldn’t have made it back?
You act without considering the consequences.
Isn’t that being reckless?
If you hadn’t encountered Mr.
Yiluo, would you have been lost forever?”
“Cough cough cough—”
Vili’s face turned red as she coughed and then glanced around, “Is Mr.
Rendant here?
This Fallen Angel seems to be pretty badly damaged.”
Carrie, looking at her young mistress’ poor attempt to change the subject, opened her mouth to say sothing but ultimately let out a resigned sigh.
“He’s here, I’ll go find him for you.”
Saying this, she turned around, ready to head deeper into the caravan.
He Ao leaned against the tal plate, watching all of this.
It seed that his promotion was still not over, but the pain in his body had lessened a lot.
Of course, even though it had decreased significantly, it was still unbearable for ordinary people.
Especially when moving, the pain would still double.
So even though he had just rested for a mont and regained so energy, he still tried not to move unless it was necessary.
Carrie was quick.
In almost no ti at all, she brought over a middle-aged man with an electronic prosthetic eye and a chanical modification arm.
“Mr.
Rendant, the damage this ti is pretty severe; I’ll have to trouble you with this Fallen Angel cha.”
Upon seeing Rendant coming over, Vili imdiately handed over a white identification card to the man.
“It’s fine,”
Rendant said with a smile as he took the identification card.
“As long as Miss Vili trusts , I’ll have it looking like new in at most two weeks.”
“Thank you very much.”
Vili nodded in appreciation.
Rendant nodded back and headed for the cha’s rope ladder.
At this mont, Vili pointed to an off-road vehicle near the front of the caravan, then turned her head and looked at He Ao, “Shall we take the car together back to the city?”
“Alright.”
He Ao nodded gently.
Then he, Vili, and Carrie walked together toward the off-road vehicle and arrived.
He Ao placed the tal plate and the harpoon on the luggage rack above the off-road vehicle, then sat in the back with Vili, while Carrie took the driver’s seat.
Imdiately afterward, Carrie took a walkie-talkie and issued so commands to start the caravan, and the off-road vehicle roared to life.
“The snow is difficult to navigate; this trip might take several hours.”
Vili, sitting next to He Ao, skillfully pulled out a towel and a blanket from beneath the off-road vehicle and handed them to He Ao, “How about you wipe down and get so sleep first?”
Then she glanced at He Ao’s clothes covered in ice crystals and softly said, “Do you need to change clothes?”
“No need.”
He Ao took the towel, wiped the ice crystals from his hair and the blood from his cheeks, then he looked at the blanket Vili was still holding out, and ultimately, took it from her.
Watching him take the blanket, Vili couldn’t help but smile; she then flipped another one out from below and covered herself with it.
The convoy moved slowly forward, the barely functioning Fallen Angel cha flying above, and after entering an obvious road, the convoy split into two.
He Ao was in the group heading north, while the one with the Fallen Angel cha went south.
“A bit further down south, there’s a Wanderer Camp, and we have so connections with the person in charge there.
They will rest there for a while,”
Vili explained softly to He Ao as he watched the convoy heading south.
“Mmm.”
He Ao nodded lightly and slowly closed his eyes.
He hadn’t truly fallen asleep; once his eyes were closed, his ‘vision’ still existed, except without ordinary sight, leaving him with just the Transcendent vision filled with twisted patterns.
Next to him, Vili had wrapped herself in the blanket, lying on her chair, and deeply slept.
He Ao shifted his ‘gaze’ to the distant sky.
Strictly speaking, the twisted ‘patterns’ over this snowy plain were much less than those above Storm Sea, even on land, they were considered few.
And within the entire surrounding area, the direction where the patterns were most dense was where they were heading—the direction of ‘Wint City.’
The closer the convoy moved forward, the denser the patterns beca.
The long convoy traveled in the silent snowfields, under the tranquil night sky.
Everything was so silent as if every sign of life had been buried beneath the white snow.
The speed of the convoy was slow; sotis when they encountered roads blocked by snow, they had to let the large snow-clearing vehicles pass first to clear the way.
The distorted whispers echoed in He Ao’s ears; in this utterly quiet environnt, sotis He Ao couldn’t distinguish whether these whispers were his ‘exclusive’ experience or so type of eternal Echo between heaven and earth.
At this mont, he seed to hear a certain ‘call’ within these whispers, a low ‘pull’.
He attempted to imrse himself little by little in these whispers, and the pain coursing through his body gradually dissipated.
The twisted patterns around him seed to fully ‘unfold’ at this mont.
He Ao felt as if he entered a more ‘higher-dinsional’ viewpoint; originally observing those patterns, he could only perceive that the patterns contained so peculiar ‘Truth,’ but at that mont, it was as if he could ‘peer’ into a corner of this Truth.
The projection of a sphere on paper is a circle; two-dinsional beings living on the paper would always think it’s a circle, never having the concept of a ‘sphere.’
And now, He Ao’s vision seed to have penetrated this ‘paper,’ seeing the ‘sphere’ suspended above it, seeing the Truth hidden under the superficial appearance.
The tumultuous whispers slowly quieted down; they seed to have completely disappeared yet also seed to have rged into He Ao’s soul.
The indescribable shapes unfolded by those chaotic patterns now surged from the surrounding void, wrapping around He Ao, swaying and dancing.
At this mont, He Ao appeared to be standing on so strange ‘boundary line.’
Just one step across, and he could peer into the eternal ‘Truth’ of this world.
The twisted whispers transford into exuberant singing, as though a call from the deepest depths of the beyond.
Peering into the Truth, understanding the Truth, rging with the Truth.
He Ao stood on that boundary line, then turned his view toward the grand city ahead, packed with dense twisted patterns.
Among those various patterns, it seed as if so kind of secret and fervent power was hidden.
He Ao’s gaze continued to the deeper parts, trying to find that power hidden at the very depths of the patterns.
Boom—
Just at that mont, a violent ‘explosion’ rang in his ears, and a dazzling brilliance filled his entire ‘vision’.
This radiance was filled with all sorts of twisted shadows, seemingly the souls of twisted beings.
And in that instant, a succession of twisted praises resounded in He Ao’s mind, a terrible corruption acting upon his body; at the sa ti, a strong repulsiveness ‘expelled’ him from the dazzling light.
During this process, so fleeting illusory visions from the dazzling light also passed through his ‘vision’.
That seed to be a garden filled with exotic flowers and herbs, a grand villa, a corridor brimming with gourt food, and beautiful dancers performing on a stage.
These illusions were all so ‘beautiful’, ‘beautiful’ as if they were living in an ideal realm.
Among these fragnted illusions, He Ao withdrew his ‘gaze’, his thoughts gradually sinking, shaking free from the ‘Truth’s’ calling, his consciousness returning.
The already unfolded twisted patterns gradually folded back, the low whispers once again transford into clamor, and the intense pain that pervaded his body once again took over his consciousness.
Everything around him returned to ‘clarity’, and he could no longer find the ‘dazzling light’ hidden among the patterns.
He slowly opened his eyes and wiped away the fresh blood flowing from his eyes, nostrils, and ears.
This was the damage caused to the body by the pollution overflowing from the soul.
At the sa ti, an imnse feeling of weakness swept over him; this seed to be the price for entering that ‘threshold of Truth’, and He Ao felt like he had fast-forwarded the countdown of his life a little more.
As his consciousness returned to reality, the sensation of ‘Peering into the Truth’ of everything also gradually faded, and all he ‘understood’ under the high-dinsional perspective beca incomprehensible once again.
This knowledge had not completely vanished from his mory, he just could no longer understand it.
However, the ‘illusions’ left in that dazzling light still lingered in his mind.
What was that?
Eternal Radiance?
And what were those ‘beautiful’ illusions?
He Ao turned his head towards the window, the towering walls were gradually appearing in his view.
They were almost at Wint City.
He did not attempt to enter the ‘threshold of Truth’ again, firstly because his current physical state did not support another imdiate attempt, and secondly because that beam of light had seemingly ‘concealed’ itself after being ‘peered’ into.
The pain in his body had eased significantly; it seed the ‘ascension’ was indeed coming to an end.
In the Jess Copy World, He Ao had once also entered a state similar to this ‘Peering into the Truth’, but that was through the contamination of a secret existence above the Angels, in fact leveraging ‘the eyes of a Higher Being’ to see the world in a state of mad threshold.
So, the ‘Truth’ he saw was biased, the closer to the knowledge of the Higher Being contaminating him, the easier it was for him to ‘peer’ into.
The ‘threshold of Truth’ state that He Ao just entered showed him pure ‘Truth’, most of which he could not understand.
And unlike the mad state of probing in Jess, in this state, he seed also to see so things hidden at an even ‘deeper level’ of the world.
In summary, this was not a re increase in perception and the ability to ‘understand’, but a kind of ‘observation’ ability.
It’s just that the object of observation was a more profound, closer to the ‘Truth’ ‘world’.
This sounded like a capability that easily allows one to see things they should not.
While He Ao was contemplating, the carriages had already arrived outside the towering gates of Wint City.
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