Chapter 1704: Chapter 1702: Direct Gaze
“So strong… If the opponent wants to put us to death, they only need to play a tearing lody.
I might need to borrow the strongest divine pattern, then focus all attention on the mad laugh level, to possibly resist such musical invasion.
But if we can’t escape, death is only a matter of ti.
Is this court musician either Middle Rank or Upper Rank?”
This is too ridiculously strong,
When I first heard this kind of lody inside Green, since the gate had not yet been completed, I was completely unaware of its strength.”
Han Dong and Sally instinctively paused at the first instant they heard such eerie lody.
Only Green stretched out his arms, allowing notes to drill into his body through holes on his surface, enjoying the consciousness stimulation brought about by the lody…
Wow!
A luxurious and irregularly lined black and gold carpet, made from ribbons symbolizing musical notes, laid across the passage of the Chaos Court.
As Green stepped onto the carpet, he imdiately perford a graceful spinning movent.
Imitating human etiquette, he gently tossed his right hand towards Han Dong who was behind him.
“How rare.
Uncle Tru actually welcos us with such lody… It seems sothing big might happen, perhaps uncle wants to see you, or even father might want to see you.
Co on~ Nicholas, my ho is just ahead.”
At this thought, even Green beca excited.
Squeak squeak~
A murky and even dripping Chaos Tentacle grew out from the palm, used for traction.
Han Dong also extended a spotted grey tendril from the back of his hand,
Snap!
Facing tentacles adhered to each other, intertwining and mingling.
Suddenly, a force concealed within the Chaos Tentacles,
Pulled Han Dong and the arm-linked Sally onto the carpet together.
This force transmission surprised Han Dong imnsely.
“Green, this guy… so strong! This pull wasn’t just pure strength, it contained a technique I’ve never seen before.
Indeed, Green gained substantial insight from the Ladybug Ga, no wonder he didn’t wait for to co out, and returned to the center of chaos for contemplation in advance.
For nearly a year, he hasn’t initiated contact, likely been in closed-door training.”
Feeling the continuous strong sensation transmitted from Green’s body, Han Dong showed a genuine smile.
…
Just as everyone stepped onto the carpet ford by lody,
A soothing, pleasant piece, capable of relaxing the entire body,
Emitted from within the carpet, penetrated the soles, using biological body as a transmitting dium, directly conveyed to the brain.
One could even see twisting, strange notes undulating across the skin’s surface, swimming upwards like leeches, covering every part of the body… Of course, they eventually congregated in the brain.
However, these notes were completely harmless.
Not only relaxing everyone’s mood but also helping to restore their ntal state, nurturing and repairing awareness.
Han Dong’s adaptability was unparalleled.
Quickly imrsed in the music’s surround, even closed his eyes fully following the rhythm of the tune, sotis fast, sotis slow, stepping on the surface of the carpet.
Moreover, since the body housed the foundation of the [Floating Corpse Internal Classic],
Unconsciously floated up, drifting towards the depths of the Chaos Court…
After who knows how long.
When the lody completely ceased, Han Dong ca to his senses.
The Green who should have been guiding him, and Sally closely sticking by his side, were nowhere in sight.
Where Han Dong found himself, already departed from the previous court pathway.
He was located in a space filled with Unnad Fog.
The fog here was akin to the fog shrouding Earth, forming the Eternal Night effect, but its concentration was hundreds or even thousands of tis more, Han Dong couldn’t observe the surrounding environnt and couldn’t discern his location.
“When did I float up? What exactly is this place?”
When throwing out the question, the dense fog slowly dispersed,
Replaced by tentacles wrapped in stone shell skin, seemingly existing for millions or tens of millions of years, from the Ancient Era or even earlier “Chaos Stone Tentacles.”
They filled the surrounding space, or perhaps they were the space’s composition here.
Han Dong had an intuition that if his body contacted these stone tentacles, he might die instantly.
Rustle!
A sound of tentacle friction ca from the front,
Nurous dense Chaos Stone Tentacles slowly receding,
Gradually revealing a throne crafted from “Primitive Planet,” a near universe-ti-aged ancient throne.
As Han Dong slowly raised his head, attempting to glimpse the presence between the throne.
His sight slowly shifted up, sweeping past the lowest end analogous to human ‘feet’ part, yet Han Dong witnessed multiple different scenes.
Seeming like several ancient tentacles filled with chaos star formations,
Or like an elder’s foot palm embedded with stone tablet structures, inscribed with origin text,
Or like a lump cramd with countless insect swarms, parasitic spores, mutated by cosmic radiation-induced deformity at lumps,
And so forth…
Just this part symbolizing ‘feet,’ reflected hundreds of changes in the field of vision.
An ‘unbearable sight’ concept struck deep within the soul, warning Han Dong that to continue watching might lead to severe consequences, even worse than death.
At the sa ti, a primal madness continuously attacked, stimulating Han Dong’s cognitive root.
Out of instinct, out of the pursuit of madness itself.
Han Dong ignored the danger, even risking permanent death, complete collapse risk, continued lifting his gaze.
Desiring more,
Yearning to explore more ancient details,
Desiring to experience more purest, richest madness,
Similarly.
As the Demon Eye accepted too many unmanageable image scenes, even beyond truth’s super-dinsional compositions,
Han Dong’s body began disintegrating during this process,
The dismbered at clump would instantly “ancientize,” fossil-like structure, falling into nearby Chaos Stone Tentacles, becoming their food.
Yet.
No matter how the body decomposed.
Han Dong maintained a mad laugh throughout, the strong and steadfast consciousness preserving the soul’s integrity.
Eventually.
As the body completely disintegrated.
Only a bald, egg-shaped head emitting grey gas floated in the air,
A bloodshot Demon Eye incessantly bleeding, finally moved its sight to the throne’s zenith, completing a gaze with the supre existence.
At the sa mont.
An ancient language barely decipherable echoed within Han Dong’s head:
“… Not bad.
This madness rooted in consciousness… I have acknowledged it.”
When the words ceased.
Han Dong received a system prompt:
‘Mythical Puzzle- “Mad Laugh Journey,” fit degree has grown to 60%’
Having long since surpassed his limits, Han Dong blissfully fainted.
As the unsecured, egg-shaped head freely descended, it was imdiately entangled by nurous Chaos Stone Tentacles.
Their previous extraction from Han Dong’s body was not ‘feeding’ but rather ‘refinent and purification.’
After digestion (ancient processing), at scraps excreted as mush from tentacle tips,
Using the head as the main body,
Reconstructing a more pure, chaotic, ancient body for Han Dong.
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