Infinite Reincarnation: Survival Begins from Ishimura

Logarius was undoubtedly an extremely complex figure, difficult to define by simple standards of good and evil.

He possessed neither pure goodness nor absolute evil, existing outside the conventional framework of moral judgment.

It was against this backdrop that Maria actually detected Logarius's unique aura on the Vampire Queen.

In an instant, doubt and unease flooded her mind. Was this a bizarre act of possession, or a conspiracy of secret manipulation?

What exactly was that contradictory, utterly insane fellow plotting?

This series of mysteries shrouded his mind like a dense fog.

Without waiting for Mu Xing to seek further confirmation.

He keenly sensed that a terrifying power, akin to thick ink, was seeping out thread by thread from the sacrificial ring.

It was a chilling power of nightmare, thicker than imaginable.

Compared to the nightmares experienced by hunters, it was far superior, with a viscosity countless times greater.

Even a mere trace of its leakage caused everyone present, whether clad in strange attire as Chaos Priests or wielding greatswords like Mu Xing, to instantly feel a strong sense of suffocation.

It was as if an invisible hand had gripped their throats tightly.

Under the extreme pressure, everyone realized that the situation was dire, and events were unfolding like a runaway train, plummeting towards an unknown abyss.

Mu Xing tried to stop the sacrificial ritual, but everything had already spiraled out of his control.

He saw a bizarre shadow emerging from the sacrificial ring.

Vaguely visible was a colossal fish-man standing upright, reaching the sky.

Lantern-like eyes emitted a dim yellow light through the nightmare.

The ancient ocean churned like soup, and some indescribable power was crossing the boundary between illusion and reality, about to descend.

"Dagon..."

Mu Xing uttered a low growl from his dry throat.

"Stop it now!"

A Chaos Wizard, sensing something amiss, roared hoarsely.

However, his voice was completely drowned out by the sound of the rolling waves.

Even if the priests controlling the ritual stopped chanting, the sacrifice did not cease; on the contrary, it began to accelerate.

The ground trembled violently without warning, and stone fragments fell in a rustling shower.

A dazzling yet icy-cold ray of light descended from the space above.

It was Logarius; he was the mastermind behind this sacrificial ritual.

That power spread like a raging tide, and wherever the light reached, the air seemed to distort, emitting a sharp "buzzing" sound.

The viscous nightmare surged out of the sacrificial ring, transforming into a thick, inky mist, rolling and spreading throughout the space.

Within the mist, countless invisible tentacles seemed to be dancing, and the walls and stone pillars they touched were instantly corroded, leaving behind black mucus that slowly flowed down.

Under this power, those powerful Chaos soldiers were instantly transformed into bizarre fish-men.

Even the higher-ranking ones could not resist this force of corruption.

Mu Xing retreated rapidly.

Faintly, a low murmur came from all directions, a sound that seemed to originate from the beginning of the universe, carrying endless chaos and madness.

Dagon knelt on one knee, facing the ancient holy city in the illusory projection with utmost piety.

Through the connecting channel opened by the Chaos Altar, it attempted to welcome back the Great R'lyeh Master, imprisoned in the holy city, by sacrificing the entire Deep One race and itself.

Mu Xing finally understood that all of this was the plan of the Master of R'lyeh.

Seemingly, Chaos dominated everything, but in reality, 'IT' was the true manipulator behind the scenes.

Mu Xing reached out to pull Meng Yu, who was curled up into a ball beside him, shivering.

However, when his hand passed through Meng Yu, it passed through his body without resistance.

Mu Xing turned his head sharply and saw that this young survivor with vampire blood was undergoing a strange transformation.

The newly grown skin on his neck was peeling off, revealing the metal spine with gears turning underneath.

And at the center of his brow, a red hourglass began to emerge.

That thing looked extremely similar to the ornate hourglass in the Sands of Time, except that it had a number engraved on it: 7.

Before Mu Xing could figure out what was happening, Meng Yu was suspended in the air by an invisible force.

The sand in the red hourglass continued to fall, and when all the sand in the upper part had fallen to the bottom, the shining number 7 changed to the number 8.

At the moment the number jumped, Mu Xing felt the whole world turn upside down in an instant.

Dong... Dong... Dong...

Mu Xing actually heard the chimes of the Star Clock Tower here.

The whole world came to a sudden standstill.

The rolling nightmare mist, Dagon's sacrificial ritual, the fleeing Chaos Priests...

Including Logarius, who was acting as the anchor point connecting this place, all turned into solidified gray-white "photos."

Without knowing when, a shield of dark gold power condensed around him, as well as the long-unseen Blood Moon Source barrier.

These two barriers kept him independent of the still world.

Mu Xing saw the number 8 appearing on Meng Yu's body shaking violently.

He reached out his right hand: "What exactly is going on here?"

He saw that the young Meng Yu had long been replaced by vicissitudes, his hair was gray, and wrinkles climbed onto his face, like a twilight old man.

He turned his head to look at Mu Xing, opened his mouth, as if wanting to say something.

But the sound ultimately failed to transmit in this still gray-white world.

By interpreting the traces of his lip movements, Mu Xing read words such as cycle, Time Pact, and shackles.

Immediately afterwards,

The gray-white world began to run in reverse, and time began to rewind.

He was all too familiar with this feeling.

In the past, when he used the Blood Moon Source to rewind, time reversed, sending him from the future to the past, which was exactly the same as the fluctuations at this time.

It's just that the power of this time reversal is obviously stronger.

It didn't just send him alone to the past, but sent the whole world to the past.

Under the protection of the Blood Moon Source and dark gold energy, Mu Xing witnessed the unspeakable miracle before him.

The sand in the hourglass suddenly spread into a vortex, swallowing everything.

In the depths of the vortex, Mu Xing vaguely saw a huge spider web.

That spider web clung to time, and he saw something wriggling and crawling on the spider web.

That thing's body was extremely huge, like an ancient and twisted black hill.

Its shell was covered with mottled, rough textures, like the interweaving of the marks of time and mysterious runes, but it exuded a decaying and old atmosphere.

Countless slender limbs extended from its body, and the surface of the limbs was covered with a layer of dark green lines, flashing with a strange light in the dimness.

These limbs were like agile vines, but with a metallic hardness.

They stretched and bent at will, and every movement on the spider web was accompanied by an unbearable, tooth-aching "creak".

Its head was strange and twisted, and in the blurred outline, several huge compound eyes were arranged irregularly.

The compound eyes were turbid white, without a trace of radiance, but seemed to be able to see through all the secrets of the world.

It was like Sisyphus, pushing a stone up the mountain non-stop, dragging its heavy steps with foolish eyes and concentration, trying to climb to the other side of the spider web.

Its heavy abdomen dragged on the outline of time, drawing a wet trace.

When it climbed from one end to the other, it seemed to return to the origin again.

Forming a lying number 8.