My Avatar is Becoming the Ultimate BOSS Chapter 663 - 373: Prophet, The Truth Behind the World’s Des

Inside the confinent room, a layer of rcury-like color began to spread from the walls.

This srizing hue flowed across the floor like moonlight, resembling ink drops on a blank page, perating the entire space in no ti.

In the end... even the chair Ji Minghuan was sitting on couldn’t escape, stained with the sa color.

At this mont, the figure known as the "Prophet" stood motionless at the entrance.

The tallic door behind the Prophet was tightly closed, showing no signs of having opened, suggesting that the Prophet hadn’t entered through the main door.

Ji Minghuan propped his chin, seemingly nonchalant, yet he scrutinized the Prophet cautiously and seriously.

Clearly, the scene of the Prophet’s appearance was different from the last ti.

The last Prophet Ji Minghuan saw seed like a phantom, but this ti, it was undoubtedly a living, breathing person in front of him... their breathing, subtle movents, those vacant eyes, everything was so real.

Soon, the stationary Prophet moved.

He leaned on an aged cane, dragging his tattered, gray-white cloak across the silver-white floor, his back slightly hunched, limping as he approached.

Under the brim of his hat, those deep, dark eyes stared intently at Ji Minghuan without blinking.

If Ji Minghuan claid he wasn’t startled by this spectacle, it would definitely be false.

Again with the Ti Suspension, and this ghost-like sudden visitation, truth be told, even the Salvation Society wasn’t this terrifying.

In this hollow, deathly quiet cage, Ji Minghuan pondered in his mind who this powerful being might be, all while curiously and cautiously observing the figure.

For so unknown reason, as he looked, Ji Minghuan suddenly found the Prophet’s gaze familiar, as if he’d seen it sowhere before, and this eerie sense of familiarity wouldn’t dissipate.

Ji Minghuan blinked suddenly; he realized he wasn’t entirely isolated.

Quick-wittedly, he rested his hand on his forehead, attempting to enter the Spirit Library in his mind.

However, he quickly discovered that even his library was enveloped in silence at the mont.

The sunset glowed red, its crimson afterglow filling every corner, and the entire library was empty.

In that familiar corner, the teacup, reading glasses, and books had all fallen to the floor, red tea flowing from the cup, staining the ground, yet the figure of Red Dragon Wales was nowhere to be seen.

Witnessing this, even Ji Minghuan couldn’t help but be slightly astonished.

To know that Red Dragon Wales’s shadow had accompanied him for more than half a month; this was the first ti he entered the library to find the figure absent.

"How on earth did he do it?" Ji Minghuan murmured incredulously, raising an eyebrow, "Even the ntor and Kong Youling couldn’t easily alter my ntal space. What the hell is this?"

Despite having ntally prepared beforehand, he hadn’t anticipated that the Prophet’s abilities would be this terrifying, surpassing human capabilities.

The Prophet seed to isolate all conscious entities. At this mont, the whole world consisted only of the two of them.

This was an absolutely confidential conversation, even the ti was forbidden from joining.

Thus, the ntor and others wouldn’t be able to review this scene through monitors afterward, at most finding Ji Minghuan’s position suddenly changed in a second.

"Damn, could it really be Restricted Level 1001?" Ji Minghuan thought, his eye twitching slightly, instantly recalling this sequence of numbers in his mind.

Then ca the image of the Bloodline sipping afternoon tea with their face nonchalantly recounting the past.

If it truly was Restricted Level 1001, Ji Minghuan’s inner peace would vanish, as this could be the only entity in the world capable of genuinely threatening him.

Step, step step, step step step...

The Prophet’s footsteps were light and slow, overshadowed by the sound of the cane tapping on the floor. Those black leather boots stepped onto the floor, an outfit unknown from which era, excessively old-fashioned.

Monts later, the Prophet slowly walked over and sat across the table.

Ji Minghuan sat quietly on the chair, leaning against the backrest, observing the other for a while. This person was just over 1.7 ters tall, slightly taller than Ji Minghuan by half a head.

The two sat on opposite sides of the table, four eyes eting each other.

"I know... you don’t like it here, so let’s discuss sowhere else." The Prophet said hoarsely.

"Can you get out?" Ji Minghuan asked. "Since you managed to co in, taking out should be easy, right?"

"I can’t... As for the reason, I can’t tell you for now." The Prophet shook his head, lowering his voice, "But I can let your Spirit accompany on a journey for a while."

As the words fell, before Ji Minghuan could respond, his vision suddenly darkened, and then his consciousness seed to plunge into a boundless ocean, dragged deeper and deeper by the pressure of the sea.

In the end, all that was left in his sight was a mindless blue.

This feeling was exactly like when he first created a ga character...

Identical.

Who knows how long passed, but Ji Minghuan vaguely opened his eyes, his pupils slightly contracting.