Their eyes t.
Brian felt that his imnsely powerful self was as fragile as a baby in front of the owner of those eyes, unable to muster even the slightest resistance.
This was a kind of crushing that emanated from the very level of life itself.
Strangely enough.
Within Brian’s perception, the other party might be strong, but not so strong that they could kill him with re thoughts.
This powerlessness, this loss of resistance, felt more like he could not be an enemy to the other party.
Brian suddenly understood.
The owner of these eyes was likely a power projection of the Blood Moon Relics.
His core power, after all, was gifted by the Blood Moon Relics.
This situation was similar to his previous encounters with Rashid.
Rashid could exchange blows with Susan in her battle form.
But facing Brian, the beneficiary of the origin power gift, Rashid had no ability to resist.
The reason was that the power of the other party belonged to him.
Now, facing these blood-colored eyes, Brian had a similar feeling.
What made Brian even more shocked was that the Blood Moon Relics had noticed him the mont he crossed into this world!
Everything that happened afterward was already destined!
...
"Luckily, separated by a layer of ti and space, a re projection of the Blood Moon Relics’ power shouldn’t be able to harm through spacing.."
Brian saw that the other party made no further moves, feeling secretly relieved yet slightly troubled.
He had co here to examine the waves emitted by his newly awakened consciousness, never sensing any traces or coordinates from the previous universe.
Yet within this crucial ti and space, a projection incarnation of the Blood Moon Relics existed.
This...
As Brian was feeling torn.
The space-ti around him unexpectedly fluctuated in the face of an unknown force.
At the sa ti.
The Blood Eyes from decades earlier emitted a red glow.
It was attempting to draw Brian into the tiline where it resided, across ti and space.
Absurd!
Brian was greatly alard!
He focused his mind.
In the next mont.
A vast world projection appeared behind him.
With the suppression of the Blissful World.
That drawing force finally reached a stalemate, unable to continue pulling Brian towards the tiline of the Blood Eyes.
It seed to realize it couldn’t affect Brian.
The Blood Eyes chose to give up.
It slowly dissipated, transforming into a thumb-sized humanoid figure of a blood-red woman, with eyes void of emotional fluctuation, staring intently at the world behind Brian before softly saying: "I saw my future self in your Inner World, looks like my plan succeeded."
Faced with the petite, harmless elf-like projection of the Blood Moon Relics, Brian was at a loss for words.
No matter what, he never imagined the Blood Moon Relics could be so terrifying.
Just a projection, yet it could disregard the barriers of ti and space to converse with him.
What should I say?
After a mont of thought, Brian cautiously asked: "Are you saying that the reason I’m more special than other Favored of the Blood Moon is because you’ve directly turned into the Blood Moon Origin, parasitizing on ?"
The fact that the other party was trying to communicate suggested it needed sothing from him.
This might be an opportunity.
At the very least, the other party seed quite chanical, and he might be able to extract so information.
In response to Brian’s question, the Blood Moon Relics projection nodded: "Pretty much."
Upon hearing this, Brian felt a stir within.
He then deliberately said: "Since the Blood Moon Energy in my Blissful World is your transformation, why would you try to drag across ti and space to your current tiline? Isn’t that akin to your present self competing with your future self for ?"
"Compete for you?"
Upon hearing these words, the Blood Moon Relics remained expressionless, just shaking its head indifferently: "You yourself are not important, but the breath of your soul is very important to this thought born from the Blood Moon Relics, Exotic Realm Soul!"
She extended her palm towards Brian: "Your soul’s breath is like a key to another world, and I really need it. Give it to , and I’ll take you away together. Otherwise, when the ninth cycle of the Blood Moon passes, you won’t escape either."
Upon hearing the Blood Moon Relics projection’s explanation, Brian felt helpless.
After all this talk, you just want my body.
Shaless!
..
Facing the Blood Moon Relics projection that stretched its hand toward him.
Brian shook his head: "I am a man of principles; just because you want it, doesn’t an I will give it. That’s against my principles. By the way, you haven’t explained why you want to fight with your future self."
Seeing her request denied.
The Blood Moon Relics projection bowed her head, seemingly pondering.
After a mont.
She looked up, her voice indifferent:
"The reason is simple.
I am rely a thought born after the main body discovered you.
The only purpose of my existence is to transform into the origin, rge into your consciousness, cover the aura of your consciousness while ensuring you successfully grow to the Transcendence Realm, to condense a soul.
This way, when the main body retrieves you, it can successfully extract that wisp of Otherworld’s breath hidden in your soul.
Therefore, at this point in ti, I have already transford into the origin power.
According to your human definition, this ans death.
I do not wish to die."
With this explanation, Brian understood.
The Blood Moon Relics projection before him is nothing but a disposable tool.
The sole purpose of its existence is to transform into the Blood Moon Relics Origin, ensuring he can smoothly grow to the Fifth Rank Life, condensing a soul.
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