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Chapter 406 Crimson Eyes, Domain

Inside the dark room.

Dozens of white candles burned, casting shadows that flickered on the wall like living things writhing.

Wisps of gray mist seeped in from who-knows-where.

Like a slender snake with life, it silently coils around the candlelight, yet dares not get too close.

That halo seemed to be the only refuge in this darkness.

In the center of the candle circle, Jia Sangye sat cross-legged with his eyes closed.

The red crescent-shaped mark on his forehead was now emitting an eerie light, flickering unpredictably.

Fine beads of sweat seeped from his forehead and slid down his dark, thin cheeks, but he was completely unaware of it.

This yoga master is clearly at a critical juncture.

His breathing became so long it almost stopped.

The surrounding air then emitted a low hum, like countless cicada wings vibrating at high speed.

The CD player on the floor to the side was still playing white noise before the storm.

The howling wind sweeping through the valley seemed to create a barrier around Jasanyi, isolating him from the outside world.

But now, a cold wind has inexplicably blown into the room.

This gust of wind arose out of nowhere, swirling and lingering, seemingly out of place amidst the white noise.

It doesn't seem like a product of nature, but rather like an erosion of spiritual power, a whisper from another dimension.

The candlelight began to flicker violently, casting grotesque shadows on the wall.

The wall directly opposite Jasanyi's, its solid cement surface suddenly seemed to spring back, bulging inwards to reveal a clear outline.

The outline was clearly that of a curled-up human figure, seemingly struggling with all its might to break free from the wall.

Jia Sanyi frowned, his lips moved slightly, and he uttered a simple and obscure syllable.

The wall suddenly emitted a muffled thud, and the bulging human figure reluctantly receded.

But Jasanyi did not breathe a sigh of relief.

The protrusions are appearing one after another.

Apart from the walls, the ceiling, the floor, and even the curtained windows all seemed to come alive.

One after another, distorted and contorted faces appeared and disappeared within, accompanied by faint wails.

boom! boom! boom!
Dull, thudding sounds came from all directions, as if countless things were imprisoned behind the walls, in the depths of darkness.

They were frantically trying to break into the candlelit room.

At this moment, the reinforced concrete structure becomes like a fragile film, which could be torn apart at any time.

huh-huh-

The wind grew stronger, and the candlelight flickered erratically.

More gray fog seeped in as a result, gathering and churning on the floor, almost forming a sea of ​​fog that could be touched.

Jasanyi's forehead was covered in even more cold sweat.

With a slight thought, a mental link pierced through numerous obstacles and locked onto a point of light in the darkness.

Then the command was issued:

"Old Feng, it's time to get started."

After a brief silence, a deep response came from the other end of the link.

"it is good."

Having received a reply, Jasanyi stopped paying attention to the strange phenomena outside.

He was completely absorbed, utterly immersed in another dimension.

It was a boundless, dark ocean, where the tides of consciousness rose and fell, creating wave after wave.

Dozens of white dots, representing human survivors, are gathered in terror in several areas, trembling with fear.

Around them, more and denser crimson lights wandered about; these were monsters distorted and alienated by the other world.

At the center of the entire dark ocean, a bright spot of light floats.

Do not!
That's not a point of light, it should be called a cluster of light.

A huge orb of light radiating an ominous red glow.

Puff, puff.

It beats rhythmically, like a beating heart.

When Jasanyi’s consciousness focused on the past, the true nature of the orb of light was revealed.

It was an enormous red eyeball.

His pupils were bottomless black vortexes, like black holes that devoured everything in the world.

Countless thick blood vessels, like ugly roots, covered the entire sphere.

It radiates outwards, extending into the endless dark void.

It seemed alive, its pupils shifting slightly as it met Jasanyi's gaze.

He just stared at her for a second.

Countless insane ramblings flooded into Jasanyi's mind like a burst dam.

They attempted to detach his soul from his consciousness and take over his body.

Anyone with slightly weaker mental strength would probably have been completely overwhelmed by this one glance, turning into one of those mindless monsters outside.

But Jasanyi only experienced a violent ripple in his mind before forcibly calming himself down.

Instead of backing down, he took the initiative to meet them with an even more audacious idea in mind.

At this very moment, Luo Lie should be leading his team to hunt down the mysterious expert who infiltrated the building and stole the data.

This is also the best time for him to seize the moment and realize his ambitions.

Jasangyi's lips curled up slightly, revealing a hint of mockery.

That arrogant and conceited guy thought he was here to help catch the mole; how foolish.

The so-called "mole" has always been one of his people.

Luo Lie had no idea that his real purpose for this trip was simply to see the red eyeball in front of him.

This refers to the "Crimson Eye," a rare artifact acquired by the Noah Organization's Eastern Capital branch six months prior.

Jasang has remained at the pinnacle of A-level ability users for far too long, long enough for any genius's edge to be worn away.

For fifteen years, he made no progress, as if fate had set an insurmountable limit for him.

The threshold leading to S-class status may seem to be separated by only a thin layer of paper, but in reality, it is like an insurmountable chasm.

This sense of powerlessness and resentment gnawed at his heart day and night, almost crushing his pride completely.

Even though the board of directors highly values ​​his special abilities, made an exception to admit him as an observer, and granted him the right to attend decision-making meetings.

But Jasanyi was still not satisfied with being forever inferior and unable to reach the true top of this world.

The key to reversing fate and overcoming this insurmountable barrier lies in mastering the ability of "domain".

The so-called domain is the condensation and refinement of one's own spiritual will to the extreme, enabling it to interfere with reality, to be materialized in the material world, and to form an independent law space with oneself at its core.

Only by possessing a domain can one truly transcend the mundane and step into the threshold of becoming a top-tier powerhouse.

In order to achieve a breakthrough, he tried countless methods and finally turned his attention to an ancient and dangerous legend - stealing the secrets of heaven.

"Heavenly secrets" refers to the laws of the world and the mysteries of the operation of heaven and earth.

There are only two ways to steal it.

One is to seek out the most dangerous and secluded places in the world where spiritual energy gathers and laws are revealed, such as the gale-force winds at the edge of a bottomless abyss, or the lava above a ten-thousand-year-old volcano.

In such a place, one undergoes rigorous self-cultivation, using one's own spirit to touch the heavens and earth, sense all things, and temper one's will.

Perhaps one can glean a glimpse of the underlying principles and apply them to one's own endeavors.

This path can be considered orthodox, but it is elusive and time-consuming.

For most people, it is something they can only dream of but never achieve.

The other path is more direct, but also more mysterious and dangerous: to find a newly born "inner world."

The Inner World is essentially a miniature world where the laws are still in their infancy and extremely unstable.

Here, the "secrets of heaven" are no longer as vast and boundless as in nature, but are compressed into a very small area.

Therefore, the target is more clearly defined and easier to capture.

As long as one can use the chaotic yet pure laws of the inner world as a "whetstone" at the very beginning of its creation, constantly honing one's own spiritual will, there is a great chance of comprehending the mysteries of constructing a realm.

You could even be bolder.

If one can partially integrate one's spirit with this new world, it is tantamount to directly usurping a portion of the world's authority.

However, such newly formed inner worlds are rare and mostly evolve naturally, often taking tens of thousands of years.

Finding a suitable place for cultivation is like searching for a needle in a haystack.

But there are always exceptions.

Six months ago, an expedition organized by Noah encountered an avalanche in the Himalayas, which led them astray into a frozen and forbidden area.

They unearthed the remains of a giant prehistoric creature's eyeball beneath a ten-thousand-year-old glacier, named it "Crimson Eye," and transported it back to the laboratory of the Eastern Capital branch using special methods.

According to top-secret intelligence from an inside source, this eyeball possesses incredible and terrifying power, capable of creating illusions and corrupting surrounding matter.

In the initial research phase, even with the highest level of protective measures, several researchers still suffered from festering sores and blisters all over their bodies, and went berserk and mutated after getting close to it.

Even more shockingly, some people have vanished into thin air under tight surveillance, as if they had been completely erased from this world.

This is the ability to distort reality and create alternate dimensions!
Upon receiving the intelligence, Jasanyi immediately realized the situation.

This eyeball of extraordinary origin may be the perfect medium for me to steal the secrets of heaven.

Because it is the embryonic form of an inner world in the making, a ladder to forge his path to the pinnacle of power.

Thus, a meticulous plan was born.

What he wanted was not just to get it, but also a legitimate opportunity that no one could criticize.

Just then, Luo Lie was ordered to come to Dongdu to deal with a mysterious expert who was an enemy of the organization.

He then turned the tables on Luo Lie, subtly guiding his thoughts towards the idea that "there is a mole within the organization" through an inside man.

Then, as an old friend, he naturally came to "help".

The so-called plan to capture the mole, which gathered all the suspects and enemies inside the building, was just a smokescreen he orchestrated.

Jasanyi's real goal is to create enough chaos.

This gave the inside agent the opportunity to disrupt the laboratory's suppression of the "Crimson Eye," allowing its power to fully erupt and form the inner world that now surrounds the building.

Afterwards, all the blame could be placed on that mysterious force.

A fierce battle, an accidental leak in the laboratory—everything could be considered reasonable.

Even Luo Lie, who spearheaded the operation, couldn't escape being accused of incompetence.

Meanwhile, the inspector who came to help could hide behind the scenes and steal the fruits of victory unscathed.

boom!
Suddenly, a loud noise interrupted his thoughts.

The wall, already overburdened, was finally smashed open, leaving a large, dark hole.

An even stronger gust of cold wind swept in, instantly extinguishing half of the candles.

The light in the room suddenly dimmed, and the fog on the floor churned even more violently.

Jasangyi's heart tightened suddenly.

However, the anticipated scene of monsters swarming in did not occur.

Suddenly, an explosion and a shrill scream came from outside the hole.

Jasangyi secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The planned backup plan has already been activated.

The inside man was creating an even bigger commotion, successfully diverting the monsters controlled by the "Crimson Eye" elsewhere.

The opportunity was fleeting, and he had to act quickly.

Ignoring the noise from the outside world, Jasanyi focused all his energy.

That invisible mental net rapidly tightened in the ocean of consciousness, like a giant hand, enveloping the throbbing red eyeball.

As the distance closes, the terrifying psychological impact multiplies.

The mad babbling was no longer a blurry background noise, but transformed into countless sharp, poisonous needles, piercing his mind.

He saw his spiritual realm, which he had cultivated for many years, dissolve inch by inch under the red light, and even his physical body turned into a pool of pus and blood.

He heard the mockery of his dead enemies and the most tempting whispers from the depths of his soul, urging him to give up resistance and become one with this great being.

Every illusion is a terrifying trap; the slightest misstep could lead to utter ruin.

Jasangyi chanted ancient and profound incantations, his face covered in sweat.

His body began to tremble violently and uncontrollably, enduring torture that no mortal could imagine.

Suddenly, his brows furrowed deeply.

Countless spiritual threads finally broke through the red light defense and pierced into the halo emanating from the eyeball, as if taking root in flesh and blood.

The silk threads began to be soaked in the dye, quickly turning from transparent to bright red.

He was forcibly extracting a pure yet chaotic primordial power from the world and injecting it into the spiritual realm that symbolized self-awareness, following threads like blood vessels.

In the real world, a huge spiderweb-like phantom quietly appeared behind Jasanyi.

The spider web, centered on him, sprouted and spread from nothingness.

Countless threads, shimmering with a faint light, intertwine to form intricate patterns.

Each thread seemed to breathe, pulsating in sync with his heartbeat.

Almost there...almost done...

Despite the excruciating pain in her mind, which felt like it was being ripped apart by blades, Jasangyi felt an overwhelming surge of ecstasy.

He could sense that he had not only stolen a trace of the fundamental laws of the construction domain, but also had the opportunity to control this newborn world.

With this thought in mind, he immediately began to greedily accelerate the absorption of power.

The spiderweb-like phantom behind them grew clearer and larger.

In reality, even those transparent threads began to be mixed with strands of eerie scarlet.

As the light flickered, the net merged with the invisible barrier of white noise, almost enveloping the entire room.

A field centered around him seems to be taking shape.

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The office lobby on the 84th floor.

The thick, gray fog, like a heavy fluid, slowly writhed between the tables and chairs, licking the cold floor.

It was deathly silent here.

Only eerie noises emanated from the depths of darkness, along with the deliberately suppressed breathing of the crowd.

Occasionally, water droplets seep from the ceiling vents, hitting the floor with an amplified "drip-drip" sound.

Everyone who is waiting knows that this peace is actually very fragile.

It all came from that man leaning against the pillar.

He was like a mountain, suppressing all the lurking greed and malice deep within the fog.

I do not know how long it has been.

The tranquility was finally broken by a soft breath.

Cheng Jiashu, who was sitting on the ground, slowly opened his eyes.

The fatigue from overexertion had largely subsided, and his eyes regained their sparkle.

He stood up, dusted himself off, and moved with elegance.

"I'm well rested."

(End of this chapter)