The gathering of Abyssal inhabitants, the black treants, stood before Lord Karims.
At least over eight hundred Abyssal inhabitants were ditating in their own ways, as long as their physical bodies had not fully transford by the Abyss, they all had the qualification to condense their faces.
The reason everyone chose to do this under the great tree, besides the overall atmosphere,
was that they were trying to gain recognition from Lord Karims through their devotion. If they were lucky, they might hear the tree’s call and receive teachings on face condensation.
The most important point, however,
was that the "Pilgrim’s Road" was hidden right at the base of the great tree;
in other words, this was the place closest to the Abyss, naturally making the face condensation effect much better.
William felt the sa way after arriving here;
the Abyssal material within his body had beco much more active.
However, in William’s opinion, it was still too slow.
Perhaps his physical body was too robust, or maybe it was because the abyssal disease - the "Death Plague" - riddled his entire body,
making the Abyssal material inside him seem sowhat shy and cautious, still not reaching its limit. He needed to continue using his physical body as a "cultivation plate" to bring the Abyssal material inside to its optimal state.
"The malignant pathogen of the Tenth Abyss has a high degree of ’freedom,’ different from the Death Plague which is basically qualitative, differing at most in the variety of flagella.
Once they invade, they rapidly copy the host’s genetic material and target the best segnts for replication, transcription, and translation expression, ultimately acquiring a large number of ’quality parts’.
If this process is not effectively guided and controlled, the individual will spiral out of control and transform into an indescribable mass of cell proliferation.
But if it can be perfectly guided, then it’s possible to use the malignant pathogen’s replication feature to obtain an external mask that perfectly expresses one’s strengths.
However, the Abyss reserves inside
are still insufficient;
I need to continue ’cultivating’."
Since it wasn’t ti for face condensation, sitting in ditation during this period was aningless. William, a bit bored, began to observe the ’Abyssal inhabitants’ under the great tree.
"So many people... And among these pitiful folks at least 98% have no chance at face condensation;
they rely covet that nearly impossible miracle.
Moreover, it’s so noisy and uncivilized here. The quality of these Abyssal inhabitants forced to gather varies greatly;
they don’t even know the basics of ditation but insist on indulging in eccentric practices."
Among the Abyssal inhabitants that ca into William’s view, there were very few who sat quietly and ditated.
Most of them were terribly noisy. So kept bowing and kowtowing as if they could condense their faces just by smashing their facial bones multiple tis,
so were even dual cultivating on the spot, attempting to exchange and complete the Abyssal material within their bodies to achieve face condensation,
which in reality not only was ineffective but would also accelerate the onset of their pathogenic diseases.
Because of the presence of these inferior Abyssal inhabitants, the space below the great tree had beco a place of utter chaos,
Buzz! Suddenly, an interesting thought ford in William’s mind;
since he had to wait for a while, why not use this ti to practice sothing different, sothing entertaining.
William began to strip right then and there,
Starting with taking off all his upper garnts to reveal the "Perfect Birth Body" which was quite noticeable, while also keeping the tie on, just like Mr. Rabbit.
He also removed his dress shoes, rolled up his trouser legs,
This bizarre attire drew many curious glances from the surrounding Abyssal inhabitants.
Lastly, William even stuck out his tongue and gave his palms a thorough lick, using the sticky saliva to style his hair into a slicked-back look.
With this exaggerated look completed,
William stood on his tiptoes and stretched his arms high, compressing his chest with a deep breath, shouting in a sonorous voice.
"OK guys, all eyes on
now, look at , look here, I’m about to make an announcent! There might be sothing wrong with my brain."
He didn’t use any Madness Brain effect or voice through a spiked mask for this announcent,
simply speaking loudly, which caused those who weren’t focused on face condensation to turn their puzzled gaze toward him.
William continued to speak loudly, "Since there’s sothing wrong with my brain, I really can’t figure out how to condense my face, so I hope that those present can guide , share so experience on face condensation or even let
join in the ’activities’ you’re doing now.
"If anyone is willing to take , please raise your hand!"
As William spoke, he kept striking muscle poses, a social approach so exaggerated that the people around began to feel a psychological burden, a sense of social discomfort.
"No one raising their hand? Then I’ll just pick soone at random,
hiss— it’s you, the young chap with your brain hanging out and eyes dilated.
You look incredibly smart;
how about we have a little chat?"
William continued to strike muscle poses as he walked towards the young man.
Without doing anything, this young man actually started feeling fear deep inside as he watched William approach step by step, breaking out in a cold sweat!
Before William could get close, he fled the square in a scramble-and-roll escape.
"Ah~ He’s gone? Such a pity, then I’ll choose soone else... It’s you, uncle! One look at your pus-filled face and it’s clear you must be very wise."
As William approached, the uncle also felt deep fear, and he ran away without even taking his cane.
At that mont, soone couldn’t stand it anymore.
An old crone, who, like William, had reached the Open Source Limit and suffered from bone proliferation, suddenly appeared behind William, her arm suddenly sprouting a large cluster of "White Bone Blades."
Beheading, swift and neat! William’s head flew through the air.
But the old crone did not behead William to kill him;
after all, killing was forbidden in the settlent, and anyone who embraced the Abyss from the outside would be protected as long as they didn’t break the rules.
The beheading by the old crone was rely to shut William up.
She also knew very well that a youngster of the sa rank as herself could easily heal such an injury.
With a smack, the head thrown into the air spun several tis before landing firmly in William’s own hands, facing the old crone.
"Granny! Do you want to have a discussion with ... If you can provide effective Condensed Face experience, I’m willing to do sothing excessive for you."
The head cradled in William’s palm threw coquettish glances, and the headless body simultaneously flexed its chest muscles.
An indescribable sense of fear arose in the old crone’s heart, urging her to hasten away from this place, breaking off the social exchange.
With that,
any Abyssal resident who focused their gaze on William, any Abyssal resident who heard him speak, began to feel the growth of a social fear in their heart, which only increased with ti.
When they were face to face with William, this feeling of fear would spike many tis over.
Most had already worn through the soles of their shoes with their toes, and so even dug holes in the solid ground.
Gradually,
98% of the Abyssal residents chose to leave the scene on their own, leaving eleven people who had not looked at William and were absorbed in their own Condensed Face process—the true powerhouses.
"Phew! It’s finally quiet... And the use of phobia is getting smoother. Perhaps after I et with the Abyss to complete the Path, the phobia will be fully ford.
I can then officially take on the role of Chief back at the Circus."
Beneath the now-empty great tree, when William once again sat down cross-legged... rumble rumble~ the plaza trembled, and the great tree, serving as an Abyss Watcher, began to move.
Bending its form, it extended a tree-bark structured head towards William.
"Unique and fascinating resident of the Abyss, you have successfully attracted my attention, and you also seem to have understood the essence of ’Condensed Face.’
I am willing to offer you a better place for Condensing Face, co on in!"
As the words ended,
the base of the great tree split open a gap, with swaying tree-like roots beckoning William to proceed inside.
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