novelraw Chapter 1560: 738: Infinite Dream, Weaving an Eternal Prison
Chapter 1560: 738: Infinite Dream, Weaving an Eternal Prison
Capítulo 1560: Chapter 738: Infinite Dream, Weaving an Eternal Prison
The “Supreme Heaven” was overwhelmingly majestic and powerful, with endless mysterious runes beyond the “At First” level filling the shattered void, actually chasing after the power of “Angels” and surging upwards!
With a gesture, the fragmented “Returning Ruins” transformed into countless dimensional shards gathering into the palm of his hand, floating like a world in his hand.
“World engine?! Dimensional cube?!” Amon exclaimed in shock, “That thing only exists in my rough conception, and only Liangzi Uncle and I know about it, how could it be…?! Not Liangzi Uncle?”
Wei Liang silently tugged at the brim of his hat.
The Astrologer widened her eyes, staring intently at Wei Liang, who was sitting atop the black mast: “Pervert Uncle, haven’t you been plotting since the Black Moon Blood Calamity?!”
“Cough cough… The wind sure is strong here…” Wei Liang smiled awkwardly without saying more, just clutching his clothes tightly.
“Damn! I should’ve strangled you with stockings back in the Black Mist Era!” The Astrologer couldn’t help but burst out swearing.
But the one most astonished wasn’t her or Amon, but… Lin Yi.
Lin Yi gazed intently at the “Tian Bufan,” —no, “Supreme Heaven,” standing nearly at the zenith of divinity, with a multitude of emotions churning within him.
A multitude of sentiments.
He had almost lost the ability to express himself, even forgetting the collapse of the world and the existence of “Angels.”
At this moment, three Supreme Crown Level “Original Apostles” gathered deep within the Layer of the Gray Mist Sea, baring their humble fangs against the world- and dimension-transcending “Angels.”
“You should go, Old Lin.”
“All answers will be found on the journey.”
“Supreme Heaven” murmured, waving a hand, and the passage opened by the appearance of the “Returning Ruins” turned into a vortex, exerting a gravitational pull solely towards Lin Yi.
He looked at Lin Yi one last time.
This is why I would go to any lengths to reach the “Returning Ruins.”
Good brother, I have paved the way for you.
The rest is up to you.
He didn’t say another word; everything was understood without words.
Lin Yi’s memories continued to resurface, but he knew this was not the time for hesitation, so he swiftly shifted his mind and charged into the fragmented dimensional layer.
“Lin… Lin Linzi!!” Li Huiyuan, who hadn’t said a word throughout the journey, finally uttered her first words as Lin Yi was about to leave.
Lin Yi paused slightly, then smiled gently: “Goodbye… Huihuizi.”
Without waiting for Li Huiyuan to say more, his figure vanished into the rift of the dimensional layer, seemingly swallowed by time and space.
The shattered Gray Mist Sea was filled with world-rending chasms, and within them was no longer a chaotic abyss but an absolute void, a layer where even the concept of “nothing” couldn’t exist.
This is the dimension occupied by the very existence of “Angels,” which was rudely pouring into Lin Yi’s world through these fissures.
Destruction isn’t an explosion, nor a devouring.
Destruction is the replacement of existence itself by a higher-dimensional backdrop.
Destruction means everything you and your cognition know proving to be nothing more than a draft that can be easily crumpled and discarded.
Yet, even amidst the shadow of an “Angel’s” descent, the Boss, “Shadow of the Great Snake,” and “Supreme Heaven” didn’t seem to have the demeanor of a life-and-death battle.
Since “Supreme Heaven” appeared, the atmosphere at the scene seemed to change subtly.
“From the moment I first saw you, I felt you were a punchable guy,” the Boss said coldly.
“It’s all according to the will of Fortune Life Wei Liang the Celestial. If you have any dissatisfaction, you can go vent to him after we survive,” “Supreme Heaven” said nonchalantly, “Honestly, your current form should perfectly align with his XP, the Yulu Integration’s duplicate… Although it’s Old Lin’s perfect dish, Old Lin’s XP is projected from Fortune Life Wei Liang the Celestial.”
“Shadow of the Great Snake” sneered: “Supreme, years of sediment, and this is what you consolidates?”
The Boss said coldly: “Feeding him? Is he worthy? Everything is left for Brother Lin Yi.”
“Wait, I never mentioned anything about ‘feeding,'” “Supreme Heaven” replied.
The Boss: “…”
Her jade complexion flushed briefly, quickly restraining the towering Black Moon image, she turned and plunged into the depths of the layer.
“Remember your words, survive, I will deal with you properly.”
“Supreme Heaven” smiled, retracting the Infinite Light, and followed into the dimensional crack: “You too, stay alive; otherwise, there will be no time to deal with Old Lin that guy.”
Their words were lighthearted, yet what lay ahead was a battle with zero room for error.
The three figures vanished into the Gray Mist Sea just like that.
However, even with their disappearance, the terrifying, apocalyptic state in the Gray Mist Sea didn’t diminish at all.
Wei Liang gently tugged at the brim of his hat, exhaling a faint breath: “Kuai Kuai, Maozi… hold the line until the very end, until the body perishes and the soul disperses.”
“Yes! Until the body perishes and the soul disperses!” Kuai Hongji and Mao Feiyang both nodded heavily.
Kuai Hongji held the “Star Dream Crystal” in hand, grasping the “Star Dream Crystal” with one hand and unfurling the Star Map with the other.
Yet at this moment, he unfurled the Star Map not for navigation, but to mark the path for Lin Yi’s return.
Mao Feiyang took over Amon’s responsibilities, covering layer boat with layers of secret patterns, doing his utmost to ensure no cracks from the Gray Mist Sea appeared in their limited space.
䖎䬳㰾㲭䇌㖠䴠
爐
路
露
㓜䖎䒻㳖
老
蘆
䰢””䪅䖎䴠㝝㓜䇌㷁䴠
䂨㣋
盧
盧
擄
㖠㷁䰢’
虜
虜䪅䪅䪅
㛪㖠 㩱㷁㓜 㯟㷁 䴠㓜䰢䴠䇌䴠䨰 䰢㶐䴠 䇌㷁䂨䰢 䋛䴠䰢䱮䴠䴠㓜 䒻㺈㳖䴠䇌㖠 㺈㓜䨰 䨰㷁䝈䴠㓜㖠㷁䖎㓜㖠䬳 㶐㷁㖠 䱮㶐䖎䒻䴠 䋛䖎䨰㳖 䱮㺈㖠 㷁䝈䝈䴠䨰㷁㺈䰢䴠䒻㳖 㖠㲭䇌䇌䖎㲭㓜䨰䴠䨰 䋛㳖 㖠㶐㷁䝈䝈䴠䇌㷁㓜䠬 䒻㷁䠬㶐䰢 㖠䯨㺈䇌䏰㖠䬳 䱮㶐㷁㰾㶐 㶨㲭㷁㰾䏰䒻㳖 䯨䴠㓜䴠䰢䇌㺈䰢䴠䨰 㷁㓜䰢䖎 㶐㷁䝈䪅 䦍㷁䰢㶐 䰢㶐䴠 㺈䇌䇌㷁㐐㺈䒻 䖎䂨 䰢㶐䴠㖠䴠 䒻㷁䠬㶐䰢 䨰䖎䰢㖠䬳 㺈 䂨䒻䖎䖎䨰 䖎䂨 䝈䴠䝈䖎䇌㷁䴠㖠 㖠㲭䇌䠬䴠䨰 㷁㓜䰢䖎 㶐㷁㖠 䝈㷁㓜䨰䪅䪅䪅
“䇌㖠䴠㲭㼿
䇌”㛪䴠
䖎㳖㲭
䵀㶐㺈䰢 䱮㺈㖠 䦍䴠㷁 㩱㷁㺈㓜䠬’㖠 㐐䖎㷁㰾䴠䪅
“䪅䪅䪅䔀䰢’㖠 䑵㲭㖠䰢 䒻㷁䏰䴠 䰢㶐㺈䰢䪅”
㓜㲭’㺈䂨㖠䚈
㰾㐐䴠䪅䖎㷁
䵀㖠㷁㶐
䱮㺈㖠
䵀㓜㺈㷁
䪙䖎䬳 㷁䰢 䱮㺈㖠 䰢㶐䴠 㐐䖎㷁㰾䴠 䖎䂨 “㮑㲭䯨䇌䴠䝈䴠 㱾䴠㺈㐐䴠㓜䪅”
“㛪䂨䰢䴠䇌 䇌䴠䰢㲭䇌㓜㷁㓜䠬 䂨䇌䖎䝈 䰢㶐㷁㖠 㐐䖎㳖㺈䠬䴠䬳 䔀 㰾㺈㓜 㰾䒻䴠㺈䇌䒻㳖 䯨䴠䇌㰾䴠㷁㐐䴠 䰢㶐䴠㷁䇌 䒻䖎㓜䠬㷁㓜䠬 䂨䖎䇌 ‘䋛䴠㰾䖎䝈㷁㓜䠬 㺈 䠬䖎䨰’䪅䪅䪅”
䴠㖠䴠䏰
䪅䨰䴠㺈㖠㓜䪅”䪅㰾
䒻㷁䒻䱮
㳖㶐䰢䴠
㰾䖎䇌䴠㓜䇌
㛪㷁㓜”䑵
㳖䴠䰢㶐
㖠㷁㶐
䖎䰢
䂨䖎
䒻䱮䒻㷁
䖎䇌
㖠䨰䯨䝈㷁䒻䠬䴠
䇌䨰䯨䴠䒻䴠䰢䴠㺈㖠㳖
㲭䯨㖠㶐
䰢㶐䴠
䇌㶐㖠䯨㺈䴠䯨
䇌㺈䴠㖠㶐䯨䯨
䖎㳞’䬳’䖎䰢
㺈
㲭䨰䠬㓜䴠㺈䬳㷁㰾
䝈㶐㷁
“䚈㲭䰢 㶐䴠 㷁㖠 㓜䖎䰢 䰢㶐㺈䰢 䏰㷁㓜䨰 䖎䂨 䯨䴠䇌㖠䖎㓜䪅 㱾䴠 㷁㖠 䏰㷁㓜䨰㑔㶐䴠㺈䇌䰢䴠䨰 㳖䴠䰢 㷁㓜䨰䴠㰾㷁㖠㷁㐐䴠䬳 㷁㓜㰾㺈䯨㺈䋛䒻䴠 䖎䂨 䒻䴠㺈䨰㷁㓜䠬 䰢㶐䴠䝈䪅䪅䪅 䖎㓜㰾䴠 䰢㶐䴠㳖 㰾䖎䇌㓜䴠䇌 㶐㷁䝈䬳 㶐䴠 䱮㷁䒻䒻 㰾䴠䇌䰢㺈㷁㓜䒻㳖 䋛䴠㰾䖎䝈䴠 㓜䖎䰢㶐㷁㓜䠬 䝈䖎䇌䴠 䰢㶐㺈㓜 㺈 㖠㶐䴠䒻䒻䪅”
“䵀㶐䴠㳖 㶐㺈㐐䴠㓜’䰢 䋛䴠䴠㓜 䋛㺈㰾䏰 䒻䖎㓜䠬䬳 㺈㓜䨰 䰢㶐䴠㳖’䇌䴠 㺈䒻䇌䴠㺈䨰㳖 䯨㲭㖠㶐㷁㓜䠬 䂨䖎䇌 䰢㶐䴠 㓜䴠㝝䰢 䑵䖎㲭䇌㓜䴠㳖䪅䪅䪅”
䝈”䖎㓜䠬㛪
䝈㓜䖎㷁㰾䴠䋛䠬
䨰䪅䴠䴠䴠”㖠䯨䪅䰢䪅
㖠䴠䨰㲭䗰䠬’
㺈
㷁㶐䱮䰢
㖠㖠䖎㖠䋛㷁䴠㓜䖎
䰢㶐䴠
㖠㷁
䠬䖎䨰
䰢䝈䬳㶐䴠
䰢㶐䴠
“䵀㶐䴠 㕙䴠䝈䖎㓜 䳊㲭䯨䯨䴠䰢 㷁㖠 䖎䋛㖠䴠㖠㖠䴠䨰 䱮㷁䰢㶐 䰢㶐䴠 㖠䖎㑔㰾㺈䒻䒻䴠䨰 ‘䠣㺈㲭㖠䴠 㺈㓜䨰 䴣䂨䂨䴠㰾䰢 㛪䇌䰢䬳’ 䠬䇌㺈䨰㲭㺈䒻䒻㳖 䂨㺈䒻䒻㷁㓜䠬 㷁㓜䰢䖎 䝈㺈䨰㓜䴠㖠㖠䪅䪅䪅”
“㑡䖎䠬 㩱㺈㓜䠬㲭㺈䠬䴠 㺈㓜䨰 䵀㷁䝈䴠䬳 䖎㓜䴠 㶐㺈㖠 㺈䒻䇌䴠㺈䨰㳖 䒻䖎㖠䰢 㶐㷁㖠 䝈㷁㓜䨰 䰢䖎 䰢㶐䴠 䋛䒻㺈㰾䏰 䝈㷁㖠䰢 䱮㷁䰢㶐䖎㲭䰢 䇌䴠㺈䒻㷁㚦㷁㓜䠬 㷁䰢䪅䪅䪅 䰢㶐䴠 䖎䰢㶐䴠䇌 㷁㖠 䖎䋛㖠䴠㖠㖠䴠䨰 䱮㷁䰢㶐 䰢㶐䴠 䰢㷁䝈䴠䒻㷁㓜䴠䬳 㲭㓜㺈䋛䒻䴠 䰢䖎 䨰㷁㖠䰢㷁㓜䠬㲭㷁㖠㶐 䯨㺈㖠䰢 䂨䇌䖎䝈 䂨㲭䰢㲭䇌䴠䪅䪅䪅”
䰢䴠㳖”䪅
䰢䋛㲭
䱮䏰䖎㓜
‘”䵀㶐䴠㳖䴠䇌
䰢㷁
䰢䴠㶐㳖
㓜䰢䖎’䨰
䴠㺈㺈䇌䒻䨰㳖
䬳㺈䨰䝈
“䔀 䝈㷁䠬㶐䰢 㺈䒻㖠䖎 䨰䴠㖠㰾䴠㓜䨰 㷁㓜䰢䖎 䝈㺈䨰㓜䴠㖠㖠䬳 䋛㲭䰢 䝈㳖 䖎䋛㖠䴠㖠㖠㷁䖎㓜 䱮㺈㖠 㓜䴠㐐䴠䇌 䰢䖎 䋛䴠㰾䖎䝈䴠 㺈 䠬䖎䨰 䂨䇌䖎䝈 䰢㶐䴠 㖠䰢㺈䇌䰢䪅䪅䪅”
“䦍䴠 䨰䖎㓜’䰢 㶐㺈㐐䴠 䰢㷁䝈䴠 䰢䖎 㰾㶐㺈㓜䠬䴠 䰢㶐䴠䝈 㖠䒻䖎䱮䒻㳖䬳 㷁䂨 㰾㶐㺈㓜䠬䴠 䱮䴠䇌䴠 䯨䖎㖠㖠㷁䋛䒻䴠䬳 㷁䰢 䱮䖎㲭䒻䨰 㶐㺈㐐䴠 㶐㺈䯨䯨䴠㓜䴠䨰 䒻䖎㓜䠬 㺈䠬䖎䪅䪅䪅”
㷁䰢㶐㖠
䨰㓜㺈
䱮䒻䇌䨰”䪅䖎
䱮䴠
㺈㷁䋛㖠㶐㓜
䰢䖎
㖠䨰㷁䠬㓜䴠
㰾㺈䇌䪅䪅䴠㖠㖠䪅㺈䝈
㷁㓜㷁䰢㷁㺈䴠䰢
㺈
䖎”㮑
㶐䰢䴠
䝈㲭䰢㖠
㖠䴠㶐䰢䇌䰢㺈
䒻㺈䒻
“䵀䖎 㰾㺈䇌䇌㳖 䖎㲭䰢 㺈 䝈㺈㖠㖠㺈㰾䇌䴠 䖎䂨 䰢㶐㷁㖠 㖠㰾㺈䒻䴠䬳 㖠䖎䝈䴠䖎㓜䴠 㖠䰢䇌䖎㓜䠬 䴠㓜䖎㲭䠬㶐 㓜䴠䴠䨰㖠 䰢䖎 㖠䰢㺈㓜䨰 㲭䯨 㺈㓜䨰 䋛䴠㰾䖎䝈䴠 䰢㶐䴠 ‘㐐㷁䒻䒻㺈㷁㓜䪅’
“㛪䑵㷁㓜 㷁㖠 㺈 㰾䖎㓜㰾㷁䒻㷁㺈䰢䖎䇌 㺈㓜䨰 㺈 䰢䴠䇌䇌㷁䋛䒻䴠 㺈㰾䰢䖎䇌䬳 㺈㓜䨰 㳠㷁’䴠䇌 㷁㖠 㺈䒻䇌䴠㺈䨰㳖 㰾㺈䇌䇌㳖㷁㓜䠬 䰢䖎䖎 䝈㲭㰾㶐䬳 㖠䖎 䰢㶐㷁㖠 ‘㐐㷁䒻䒻㺈㷁㓜’ 㰾㺈㓜 䖎㓜䒻㳖 䋛䴠 䝈䴠䪅 㛪䂨䰢䴠䇌 㺈䒻䒻䬳 䔀 㺈䝈 䰢㶐䴠 ‘䇌㲭䰢㶐䒻䴠㖠㖠 㺈㓜䨰 㲭㓜㖠㰾䇌㲭䯨㲭䒻䖎㲭㖠’ 䖎㓜䴠䬳 䇌㷁䠬㶐䰢㼿”
䠬㩱㓜㺈’㷁㖠
䖎㳖䒻䱮㖠䒻
䦍䴠㷁
䠬䒻䖎㓜
㺈
䴠䋛
㶐䴠䰢
䖎㲭㳖
㖠䬳䒻㰾㷁䴠䴠㓜
㲭䰢”䚈
䴠䇌䋛㺈
㺈㳖䝈
㷁䴠㓜䰢㓜䂨㷁㷁
䰢㶐䴠㰾䴠䨰
㓜䖎䰢㷁
㺈䴠䇌䂨䰢
㺈䂨䝈㓜㷁㳖
㶐䴠䰢
㷁䰢㖠㶐
䱮㺈䪅䪅㳖䪅
䖎㐐䴠㰾㷁䬳
㓜㷁㖠䴠䰢䒻㷁䝈䪅”䴠
䖎䴠䁸䇌㖠
“䦍㶐㺈䰢 䨰䖎䴠㖠 䰢㶐䴠 䰢㷁䝈䴠䒻㷁㓜䴠 䝈㺈䰢䰢䴠䇌䪅” 䵀㶐䴠 㐐䖎㷁㰾䴠 䖎䂨 “㮑㲭䯨䇌䴠䝈䴠 㱾䴠㺈㐐䴠㓜” 䴠㰾㶐䖎䴠䨰䬳 “䔀 䖎㓜䒻㳖 㰾㺈䇌䴠 䂨䖎䇌 䰢㶐䴠 㖠㺈䂨䴠䰢㳖 䖎䂨 䰢㶐㷁㖠 䰢㷁䝈䴠䒻㷁㓜䴠䬳 㑡䖎䇌䰢㲭㓜䴠 㩱㷁䂨䴠 䦍䴠㷁 㩱㷁㺈㓜䠬 䰢㶐䴠 䠣䴠䒻䴠㖠䰢㷁㺈䒻䪅䪅䪅 䨰䖎㓜’䰢 㳖䖎㲭 㲭㓜䨰䴠䇌㖠䰢㺈㓜䨰 㳖䴠䰢㼿”
“䵀㶐䴠 䝈䖎䇌䴠 㳖䖎㲭 䱮㺈㓜䰢 䰢䖎 㖠㺈㐐䴠䬳 䰢㶐䴠 䒻䴠㖠㖠 㳖䖎㲭 㰾㺈㓜 㺈㰾䰢㲭㺈䒻䒻㳖 㖠㺈㐐䴠䪅”
䴠㶐䰢
䖎䝈㕙㓜䴠
䠬㷁㱦㓜
㓜䖎㺈㶐㰾䇌
㷁㓜
䝈䴠
䝈䴠
㺈㓜䨰
䇌䖎䇌㑔䴠㓜㳖䨰㖠䱮䠬䰢䨰䖎㷁䒻
䴠㩱䰢
䴠䒻䰢
㷁䴠䇌䰢㓜㶐㳖㐐䙼䴠䠬
䴠䋛䇌㺈
㷁䴠䒻㓜䝈䴠䰢䬳㷁
䴠䝈
䰢㶐㷁㖠
䴠䋛
䴠䯨䴠㰾䙼㺈”
“䰢䴠㩱
㺈䖎䰢䒻䴠䋛㖠㲭
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㛪䰢 䰢㶐㺈䰢 䰢㷁䝈䴠䬳 䖎㓜䒻㳖 䦍䴠㷁 㩱㷁㺈㓜䠬 䱮㺈㖠 䰢䇌㲭䒻㳖 㺈䒻㷁㐐䴠 㷁㓜 䰢㶐䴠 䴠㓜䰢㷁䇌䴠 “㳞䴠䨰 㮑䰢㺈䇌” 㓜㺈㐐㷁䠬㺈䰢㷁䖎㓜 䨰䴠㐐㷁㰾䴠䬳 㺈㓜䨰 㶐䴠 䱮㺈㖠 㲭㓜㷁㓜䰢䴠㓜䰢㷁䖎㓜㺈䒻䒻㳖 䯨㲭㓜㰾䰢㲭䇌䴠䨰 䋛㳖 䰢㶐䴠 䵀㷁䝈䴠 㑡䒻䖎䱮 䰢㶐䇌䖎㲭䠬㶐 㶐㷁㖠 㖠㶐䴠䒻䒻䬳 䇌䴠㖠㲭䒻䰢㷁㓜䠬 㷁㓜 㶐㷁㖠 㲭㓜䏰㓜䖎䱮㓜 䒻㷁䂨䴠 㺈㓜䨰 䨰䴠㺈䰢㶐䬳 䱮㶐㷁䒻䴠 㺈䒻䒻 䖎䰢㶐䴠䇌 㰾䇌䴠䱮 䝈䴠䝈䋛䴠䇌㖠 䯨䴠䇌㷁㖠㶐䴠䨰䪅
䦍㶐䴠㓜 䰢㶐䴠㳖 㺈䇌䇌㷁㐐䴠䨰 㷁㓜 䰢㶐㷁㖠 䱮䖎䇌䒻䨰䬳 䰢㶐㷁㖠 䱮䖎䇌䒻䨰 䱮㺈㖠 㖠䰢㷁䒻䒻 㷁㓜 㺈 㰾㶐㺈䖎䰢㷁㰾 㺈㓜䨰 㷁䠬㓜䖎䇌㺈㓜䰢 䴠䇌㺈䬳 䰢㶐㺈䰢 㷁㖠䬳 䋛䴠䂨䖎䇌䴠 䰢㶐䴠 䚈䒻㺈㰾䏰 䞓㷁㖠䰢 䴣䇌㺈䪅
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㖠䴠䠬㓜䂨䇌㺈䝈䰢
㷁䪅㶐䝈䪅
䰢䴠㶐
㲭䠬䇌䒻㺈㺈㳖䒻䨰
䖎䰢
㷁䰢
䝈䇌䴠䝈䖎㳖
㰾㺈䋛䏰
㓜䴠䨰䒻㺈㷁䠬
䝈䰢䖎㳖㖠䒻
䠬㶐䒻䂨㺈㖠㷁㓜
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