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Specialty: Omitted

Skill: [Shangqing Secret Manual, Volume 1 (Red)] LV 2

[Maoshan Miscellaneous Collection of Yang Fu Classic] (White) LV6/Full

[Shangqing Huangting Neijing Jing (Qing)] LV5 - Illuminating the Inner Landscape Deities: [Lung Deity Huagai], [Heart Deity Danyuan], [Liver Deity Longyan], [Spleen Deity Changzai], [Kidney Deity Xuanming], [Stomach Deity Yukang], [Forehead Deity Diting], [Marrow Deity Canghai], [Blood Deity Chijiang], [Brain Deity Taihuang], [Eye Deity Shangming], [Ear Deity Lingcong]

The talent [Five Elements Harmony] has transformed into [Chaotic Hundred Gods], expanding the range of amplified energy affinity tenfold. It now encompasses almost all common psionic attributes except for the most extreme evil and vile energies, and its powerful effects are worthy of its gold quality.

In comparison, the three divine attributes of [Taihuang], [Shangming], and [Lingcong] that were lit up incidentally can only be considered as extra bonuses.

The spiritual power awakened from this, the minor supernatural abilities of seeing the heavens and hearing the earth, the former can manipulate tens of thousands of kilograms of boulders within a hundred steps, the latter can monitor a radius of several miles as if turning one's hand to see the lines. In ancient times, these were indeed the abilities of immortals, but in the eyes of modern people, they do not seem so unattainable.

All the reward points accumulated over the years were spent. In return, apart from a few changes to the items on my personal panel, I finally officially formed the Yellow Court Altar and advanced to the True Talisman/Golden Core realm!

From then on, my title of "real person" was truly genuine and could not be misrepresented... Even though he was of good character, Zhu Mingyao couldn't help but reveal a mysterious smile on his face.

"Oh dear, I almost forgot, I must also congratulate you, Master! Congratulations on your successful cultivation, the path to immortality is within your reach!" A teasing laugh interrupted him, waking him from his smug fantasy.

"The road ahead is long, so don't be complacent." After giving this advice, Lin Xuansheng praised, "You were quite clever to think of hiding in my private territory to break through your limitations."

"You shouldn't have the intention to harm others, but you must be on guard against others."

Zhu Mingyao nodded in deep agreement with his sentiments. He had made this choice without even informing his relatives and friends at Hualian, precisely to prevent the news from leaking.

To be more precise, after the New York riots, he became quite wary of the Federal authorities. As the elemental tides rose higher and higher, their behavior became increasingly outrageous, as if they held some trump card.

His apparent strength is already remarkable enough; any further ostentation would raise suspicion. After all, his rapid progress is so obvious that even a fool could guess he must be hiding a huge secret.

With ancient gods and demons eyeing them from the outside and treacherous imperial regimes lurking within, it's always better to have one or two trump cards up your sleeve.

Thinking of this, his eyes lit up, and he pulled out something, cheekily bringing it close to his face.

"Sect Leader, I'd like to discuss with you whether we could add something to it..."

"Wow, that's a really novel idea!"

Upon hearing his words, Lin Xuansheng looked at him with surprise, a sly smile gradually appearing on his face.

"With such precious materials... the young people's unconventional thinking is really... there's definitely potential..."

The old man and the young man had no airs of immortals or masters; they looked more like two foxes, heads bowed, shoulders hunched, whispering to each other.

Although there is no sun or moon in this space, there is a mysterious stream of light that provides brightness. When it shines on Zhu Mingyao's hand, he sees that his five fingers are holding a small glass tank with shimmering blue water inside. A metal ring covered with copper and emerald lies among the fine white sand.

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In the dimly lit, narrow corridor.

The thin girl ran quickly, her bare feet thumping against the cold, hard metal floor. She kept glancing back, her pale face filled with terror and her eyes revealing deep helplessness.

The rooms on both sides flashed by one after another, including a water tank filled with murky liquid, a strange straitjacket, a chair with a dense network of wires, and of course, a series of oddly shaped instruments, as well as a figure wearing a white coat with a blurred face.

The girl's breathing was heavy and rapid. With each inhale, it seemed as if she wanted to fill every inch of her lungs, and with each exhale, it seemed as if she wanted to expel the fear from her heart.

The surrounding darkness was like a gaping maw of an abyss, ready to swallow this small body whole.

His steps abruptly stopped, and his bright black pupils dilated violently.

At the end of the corridor ahead, a tall, thin, and strange figure suddenly appeared. Its limbs were long and thin, with sharp, sickle-shaped claws. Its size exceeded that of a typical human, and its head, devoid of facial features, reached directly to the ceiling. The overall appearance was both grotesque and disgusting.

Before the girl could scream, the strange shadow kicked off with its legs and pounced on all fours like a wild beast, its brown skin dripping with slime.

The oval head suddenly split into five pieces, with countless tiny, sharp teeth growing on its pink inner side, resembling a demonic flower ready to devour its prey.

A ferocious monster juxtaposed with a trembling, vulnerable child; it seems that a frenzied dance of flesh and corpses is about to unfold at any moment.

However, just as she was about to become food, the girl suddenly let out a low shout, stretched out her slender hands, and tore it apart with all her might!

An invisible force restrained the body, and the tough muscles and bones emitted a cracking wail before being torn in two!

The monster's remains fell, and large patches of dark green fluid seeped from its wounds, but no internal organs were visible.

"Thump...thump..." The girl's expression had just relaxed when a series of muffled vibrations shook the ground. The pillars and walls she saw vanished, replaced by white-coated figures surrounding her. Sharp horns, tentacles, and inhuman organs protruded from their clothing, whispering frantically:

"Number 11, it's time to do the experiment..."

"what--!"

The snow-white bedding and bed instantly turned into dust.

The girl sprang up suddenly, like a fish on the verge of death from dehydration, and then...

...I woke up from a nightmare!

Chapter 385 Space Crack

The early spring sunlight at sunrise shone through the morning mist outside the window, illuminating a face with delicate eyebrows and full lips.

The woman swallowed hard, still shaken, and, panting, propped herself up on her wrists, turning over and sitting up from the mess.

The persistent, throbbing pain from the muscle spasms came in waves, and she managed to crawl with all her might to sit down in front of the dressing table.

Looking at her mature and full-figured face in the mirror, the woman's emotions gradually calmed down. She gently touched her chest, "So many years have passed, everything is in the past..."

The wooden floorboards creaked as an elderly couple rushed into the room, grabbed the woman, and anxiously looked her over.

"What's wrong? My darling?"

"It's okay, Mom and Dad, it was just a nightmare. I... I dreamt about the Hawkins lab again." She nestled close to her parents like a fledgling bird, feeling incredibly safe and secure.

"Is it that damned telepathy again? Sell the house, move further away, to Canada, to Europe, and never come back!" Four aged hands tenderly embraced their beloved daughter, who had suffered so much.

"It's alright, Dad. It's just that you think about it during the day and dream about it at night."

Surrounded by familial love, the woman murmured, as if comforting her loved ones while also comforting herself: "It's all over. The research project was halted, those responsible were punished, our family is reunited, and we received compensation. There will never be another Subject Eleven. In this world, there is only Jane Ives..."

As the images from her nightmare flashed through her mind, a strange black coat suddenly appeared. She frowned in confusion, searching through her distant memories: "Are there any researchers like that at the base?"

The woman shook off her vague unease, glanced at her still worried parents, pouted her rosy lips, and said with feigned anticipation, "Okay, Mom, don't worry too much. It's time to prepare breakfast. I want to eat jam pancakes today..."

The crisp sound abruptly stopped, and her eyes slowly moved, her expression shifting from astonishment to disbelief.

"Excuse me? Are you Ms. Jane Ives?"

As if stepping from a dream into reality, a burly figure in a straight, black fur coat walked in step by step from outside the door.

The Federal language, tinged with a Slavic trilled 'r', entered her ears, its chilling and ruthless aura immediately covering her, crushing her hasty resistance.

"I... I need your help with something."

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Nestled among the rolling hills bordering Indiana and Ohio is the town of Hawkins.

With the development of the economic structure, the siphon effect of large cities has become more and more obvious in recent years. The already sparse local residents have moved away one after another, leaving only two or three hundred households still holding on.

Perhaps for the younger generation, that mysterious medical laboratory in the woods outside the city is just a bedtime story used to scare children.

But the older generation still adheres to the principle of keeping their distance. In their youth, they had personally witnessed the detestable faces of those armed security guards and their cold-blooded demands for compensation.

In federal law, the consequences of trespassing on private property vary depending on the owner's temperament, and this neighbor was clearly the least tolerant type.

Dense barbed wire and brick walls surrounded five or six three-story buildings, all the doors were locked, and apart from a few ferocious mastiffs, there was not a soul in sight.

Even though the area dozens of meters below the ground is just as deserted, there are still a few traces of human presence.

The clean synthetic wall, still as white as when it came from the factory, had a thick layer of dust in the hidden crevices, revealing that the cleaning work had been perfunctory.

"Fuck."

The bright white fluorescent light flickered, seemingly due to a malfunction, casting an inconsistent light on the empty corridor.

A middle-aged man poked his head out of the house next door, casually glanced around, and then withdrew his lazy gaze.

"Nothing wrong?" His companion at the table casually asked, showing off a straight flush.

"Fuck, I can't play... let's play another round." The man threw down his bad hand and said sullenly, "How could anything happen? An empty base that's been stagnant for over a decade, let alone spies, not even a piece of shit real estate developer would be interested!"

The transparent airflow undulated and passed through the long-neglected guards with impunity, disappearing into the staircase at the end.

The huge hall, spanning tens of meters in diameter, was empty. The floor still bore faint traces of the installation of large instruments. A thick special glass wall divided the space in two.

On the opposite rock face, a menacing, scorched black mark stood out conspicuously, as if a giant, fiery worm several meters long had once lain there.

Seemingly oblivious to the musty smell of dust in the air, Ivan took a deep breath, his expression a complex mix of joy and sorrow.

He waved his hand and released the prisoner from her restraints. "Miss Jane, just as I said, as the [key] born from the same source, open this [door], and then you can safely turn around and go home."

His words were friendly yet firm, leaving no room for negotiation.

The woman awkwardly tugged at her pajamas, staring at the familiar scene etched into her soul, trembling slightly with pain.

“That small subspace behind us is full of monsters; there’s nothing of value there,” she tried to persuade him, attempting to dispel his horrifying thoughts.

However, the man shut her down with just one sentence:

"Humans can survive for 5 to 7 days without drinking water, and your parents are still waiting in the basement."

Jane bit her lip in frustration, clenching her fists and then letting them slump open, finally raising her hands helplessly.

A vast, pale light refracted between his palms, expanding and contracting repeatedly, like the breath of life.

These rays of light were condensed into beams of light like electric currents, which continuously struck the scorch marks on the wall, as if trying to break through the solid barrier.

A phantom spatial rift opened up, and as the energy surged, it slowly expanded, with black and red substances resembling asphalt and vines spreading out, scattering fluffy dust particles.

Numerous subtle and strange roars came from an extremely distant place, filled with a longing for the flesh and blood of creatures in the material world.

Jane looked at the man with hopeful eyes, but all she saw was a hand reaching towards her head. Her heart sank, and she closed her eyes in despair.

Ivan abruptly stopped halfway through his movement, his expression shifting before he chuckled to himself—since he had made up his mind, why bother with anything else?

The murder the woman had anticipated to silence her did not occur; instead, she was met with a more relaxed situation.

"Let's go, take your family and go somewhere far away."

Having exhausted the last vestiges of goodwill, he turned back, his eyes filled only with resolute determination—the deep-seated hatred of a nation destroyed and faith shattered.

A ball of light appeared, containing countless burning embers that fluttered and danced like grayish-white snowflakes.

The orb of light was sent into the spatial rift, and the black and red background there was immediately tinged with a grayish hue, with a strange hiss mixed with the mournful sound of a police siren.