The red moon returns

Chapter 483 River of Time
This was a very strange experience.

After taking a puff of cigarette, Lin Qi felt his heart filled with peace and happiness, and everything was so easy.

It was as if a layer of colorful filter was covering my eyes, and everything became vivid.

An elementary school student wearing glasses and a bow tie pointed at him and said something loudly, a group of blue elves sang and danced around a black-robed warlock, a man with split hair holding a pistol carefully pushed open the heavy door of the police station, and an ugly bug suddenly broke through a man's chest and crawled out, quickly disappearing into the darkness.

Various familiar or unfamiliar scenes intertwined before his eyes. For a moment, Lynch even felt as if he had turned into a huge and strange dark mass, rolling and surging under the crimson moonlight, constantly twisting and deforming. Between the scenes, the anxious faces of Diana and Natalie flashed by from time to time. Their lips kept opening and closing, as if they were shouting something, but to Lynch, the sound was sometimes louder, sometimes softer, sometimes farther, sometimes closer, sometimes faster, sometimes slower. Rather than being a language, it was more like a series of meaningless syllables.

I'm fine, I'm good, I've never been better.

The red umbrella may not be cooked yet. It should be ready after frying for another ten minutes.

Lynch didn't know whether he was laughing or not, nor did he know whether he actually said those words. He just felt that his thinking was becoming increasingly dull, and he was even too lazy to think about his current state.

Everything before his eyes gradually twisted into a mass of meaningless colors. Time, space, and even his own consciousness, everything ceased to exist. Lynch seemed to have merged with his surroundings.

Just as consciousness was fading away, a familiar voice sounded in my ears.

"This is a direct communication between consciousnesses. Keep your consciousness and stay awake. The ceremony has just begun."

Ms. Skye's voice was faint, but it woke Lynch up like lightning.

Yes, I am marching into the river of time.

Lynch's spirits perked up, he held on to the fire of consciousness, maintaining the last bit of consciousness amid the changing light and shadows before his eyes and the endless distracting thoughts.

"Now, the ceremony officially begins." Ms. Skye spoke slowly in a chaotic thought, "The River of Time flows beyond cognition. The premise of entering is based on perception. For those who do not have the power of time, it is almost impossible to perceive the existence of the River of Time that only exists in form. Only by stripping away consciousness and blurring the boundary between concepts and entities in a trance can we vaguely glimpse the existence of the River of Time. Take another breath. The force is not enough."

Lynch didn't know whether he had done so or not. His mind had entered a state of chaos and he was completely unable to perceive anything in the world. But he should have done it, because he clearly felt that his thinking was becoming slower and slower, while the messy illusions were switching faster and faster. Scenes after scenes had filled his entire world of consciousness.

And soon Ms. Skye's voice continued:
"Very good. For several eras, prophets and wizards have used hallucinogens to assist themselves in entering an ethereal state as quickly as possible, which is your current state. This will make it easier for them to perceive the flow of the river of time. Raquette mushrooms are the best hallucinogens, which can help you better confuse fantasy and reality. I hope your imagination is not too rich, or I hope you have not been exposed to too many useless literary works, otherwise your spiritual world will be very exciting now. Take another breath, then concentrate your mind, empty your brain, and use all your heart to perceive."

Holding on to the only remaining sanity, the numb brain barely started to function, the messy illusions gradually faded, and the consciousness seemed to be in a vast universe. Below him was a blue galaxy formed by countless light points, and the 'galaxy' slowly rotated like a huge whirlpool.

"Don't be nervous. I added some butterfly scale powder and day-withering vine leaves for you. The butterflies are born in the morning and die in the evening, while the day-withering vine withers in the day and blooms in the evening. They are the best symbols of time. They will guide your consciousness and perceive the trajectory of the river of time. I don't know what you saw, but no matter what you saw, don't be nervous. Everyone has a different understanding of time and perceives the river of time differently. There is no doubt that it is the river of time. Now... go in." Lynch felt his consciousness suddenly sink, and he spun and fell towards the blue galaxy vortex below. As the vortex spun, his consciousness gradually woke up, and his non-existent body also hazily emerged again.

"The Dream Soul Flower travels through the dream world and reality. Using the Dream Soul Flower as a medium, I solidify your will that was stripped away and fell into the river of time, simulating the process of dreams shining into reality, allowing your will to become a substance in the concept, just like the Hound of Tindalos jumping out of the river of time to reverse the world. Now, take the last breath. I have integrated the Silver Key into it. Follow the guidance of your heart and you will find the Silver Gate. Well, I wish you good luck and look forward to a safe return."

The next moment, Lynch suddenly felt like he had fallen from a great height while sleeping and woke up abruptly.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw a scene that I would never forget.

He was floating in a pitch-black space, as dark as the depths of the universe, but he could not see the sun, moon, or stars.

There was only a blue beam of light that penetrated the darkness and extended in both directions in front of his eyes. He didn't know where it started or where it ended.

Lynch was in this column of light. There was a patch of empty light under his feet, but he seemed to be standing on solid ground. There were tiny blue lights floating around him. The light spots fell in pieces, like a sky blue snow, beautiful as a dream that one did not want to wake up from. The crystal and beautiful light spots passed through Lynch's translucent body and sank into the column of light under his feet.

Ok?
Lynch looked down at himself in surprise and found that his body had really become translucent. He touched it and it felt like a semi-solid gelatinous texture. He searched his pockets and found that all his belongings were there, even the box from the Islamic man.

Have I successfully entered the River of Time?

Lin Qi looked around in surprise, feeling unbelievable. This beam of light gave him a sense of disharmony visually, as if it was only slightly larger than him, but it seemed to be able to accommodate everything in the world. It was as if the concept of space had begun to distort here.

I reached out my hand and tried to touch the blue spots of light, but my hands and body suffered the same fate and were easily passed through by the spots of light.

Just as he was curious about what these light spots were, a light suddenly appeared in front of Lynch's eyes.

A ball of light far brighter than the blue spot suddenly exploded, and then a figure appeared in front of Lynch.

It was a strange shape made up of blue smoke, with a body like a beast, barely separated limbs, the front end of its head protruding outward, and a pointed mouth like an anteater. A long and thin tongue kept stretching and retracting in the pointed mouth. The tongue was hollow, and there seemed to be endless darkness hidden inside.

A strange blue individual appeared out of nowhere, breaking through the rain of light. Above its mouth, two balls of cold light suddenly lit up, and its cold gaze shot directly at Lynch in front of it.

The Hound of Tindalos.

(End of this chapter)