Chapter 424: Chapter 250: Public Trial of the Whole City (15,000 Words)
Let ti reverse to ten minutes earlier.
In the endless darkness, Lynn felt as if he had had a very, very long dream.
The specific details of the dream were beyond knowing, only vaguely recalling that he had spent an extrely long period in darkness, resembling tornt, in the end, leaving only a void.
It was an extrely terrifying experience, even for soone with Lynn’s will and disposition, he almost got lost in this horrifying chaos.
Yet, just as his soul was about to annihilate, a familiar yet strange golden ring mark suddenly appeared before his eyes.
Being aware of his past life’s mories, Lynn realized very clearly that it was sothing known as the Moebius Ring.
This mark had once descended at the Divine Moon Gap during his duel with Divine Ancestor Xiya, resolving an imminent mortal crisis for him.
Besides this… there seed to be so existences beyond concept and cognition.
In the very center of the Moebius Ring, a flickering star-like singularity shone unsteadily, like a black hole, threatening to engulf his consciousness and soul at just a glance, obliterating them completely.
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An astounded and uncertain Lynn was nearly fainting; it was a feeling of palpitation he had long not experienced…
He wasn’t sure if it was an illusion.
Standing before this vast and endless Moebius Ring, he even had a thought that “this existence before him might be higher in stature than Miss Witch and Divine Ancestor Xiya.”
This thought was irrational and seed quite absurd.
Yet, for so reason, it left him sowhat speechless.
It should be known that having read the original work, Lynn was very aware that throughout the entire book, there might not be an existence stronger than the two individuals who had long reached the peak of the Divine.
As for this Moebius Ring? It was an odd setting that had never appeared throughout the entire book.
An unexpected feeling suddenly gripped his heart, leaving Lynn, who always considered himself a transmigrator, uncharacteristically at a loss.
However, just as similar thoughts arose, his vision suddenly changed, as if swallowed by a black hole, he was instantly transported to another scene.
Regaining his senses, Lynn found himself standing in an infinite void at so unknown ti.
This void felt sowhat familiar to him.
As if… it was similar to the scene when he first awoke as the Lie Swallowing.
At this mont, within this boundless void, peculiar strands seed to defy the limits of ti and space, converging here.
They danced in peculiar motions like living worms, continuously heading towards a common goal.
At the end of this tide of threads, a human-shaped shadow was crucified suspended in the void, the body forming a cross.
It was ‘Prisoner of Destiny’!
Seeing that emaciated figure, Lynn instinctively called out the na.
Inexplicably, it felt like destiny’s guidance, and Lynn extended his hand almost intuitively, gently touching the thread closest to him.
For so reason, toward these peculiar existences, he felt no aversion or fear, instead a inexplicable sense of affinity.
However, beyond his expectation, as he touched that thread, the tide of images exploded like fireworks, then rushed into his mind all at once!
Pain!
Excruciating and unbearable pain!!!
As the user of the Thorny Crown’s ability, Lynn’s willpower was already beyond ordinary people.
But even so, within this illusory consciousness space, he experienced agony that surpassed his ntal limits, contorting his expression.
At the sa ti, endless mories began to unfold before his eyes.
There were experiences from his past life, events that occurred after transmigrating, and even… mories that did not belong to him!
The entire process seed to last just a fleeting mont, yet as if ten thousand years had passed.
The surging flood of mories continuously impacted Lynn’s mind, a residue of using the ‘Prisoner of Destiny’s’ power, countless whispers advanced relentlessly against Lynn’s will.
If he couldn’t stabilize his mind tily, he might end up a lifeti as a vegetative state!
At this critical juncture, a scene dramatically unfolded, vividly materializing in Lynn’s mind:
It was a vast and majestic underground mausoleum, exuding a mysterious style not belonging to this Epoch, the empty image spun incessantly in Lynn’s mind, above the mausoleum lay a gigantic bronze coffin, from which an withered hand was extended.
anwhile, a grand voice echoed in Lynn’s ears.
The specific words of the voice were unknown, as if that mysterious consciousness was speaking in so language he couldn’t comprehend.
Yet, despite this, he still comprehended the aning of that sentence.
“Co… find …”
Then the vision vanished.
Was this a hint from the ‘Prisoner of Destiny’?
What exactly was the connection between it and him?
Nurous doubts surfaced in Lynn’s mind, but there was no ti to ponder.
For he felt his head was about to explode.
The powerful mory influx continuously assaulted Lynn’s soul, the intense pain seemingly tearing his will apart.
At this critical mont, a sudden gentle whisper descended from above like a beacon, pulling his consciousness back from the brink of collapse!
“Rest assured, master will not let you die.”
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