Crossover Anime: I Became Invincible Starting as an Ajin

Chapter 129 The Sun Cannot Rise Again!

Jotaro's pupils contracted slightly.

In the distorted light, a familiar yet utterly repulsive blond figure was vaguely visible, looking at him with a mocking smile—"Dio!"

An uncontrollable rage, mixed with the urgency to find his target, surged into his heart, and his fists clenched instantly.

Kakyoin Noriaki was stunned. He seemed to see his sister's gentle smile from his memories, beckoning to him. It was a warmth he had cherished deep in his heart and had lost for a long time.

"Sister—" he murmured to himself, his eyes momentarily glazed over.

What Wang Bai saw was a phantom of a sapling radiating a soft and familiar light. It was rooted in the void, its branches and leaves swaying gently. Its form was exactly the same as the imaginary tree deep in his consciousness!

The phantom seemed to be conveying a message to him, promising that if he could touch it, he would gain greater power.

The power of imagination is enough to control everything, and even—to find the clear coordinates to return to the original world.

The light was so alluring, as if it were the answer and the destination he had been searching for throughout his many journeys through countless worlds.

Kakyoin's eyes struggled, swaying between cruel reality and warm illusions.

Even the seasoned Joseph, looking at the illusion of his energetic younger self, felt a barely perceptible longing in his eyes.

"It's an illusion! Wake up!"

Wang Bai suddenly shouted, his voice seemingly imbued with spiritual power, attempting to awaken his lost companions.

His artistic power spread like a cold tide, impacting those alluring images.

"This is the power of judgment! It exploits the desires within us!"

He saw it most clearly: the so-called oasis, Dior, relatives, and the Imaginary Tree were nothing more than carefully woven traps that directly targeted the weaknesses of everyone's heart!

The holder of the judgment, like the most skilled angler, casts the most tempting bait at the most opportune moment.

However, the reason why temptation is temptation is that it directly targets one's true nature.

Despite Wang Bai's warning, Polnareff hesitated. Jotaro's murderous aura locked onto the illusory Dio, and Kakyoin's gaze was fixed on his "sister."

Seeing that someone was about to lose control, Wang Bai had to divert his attention to other matters.

He endured the mental exhaustion and discomfort caused by the high temperature, maintaining his mental state to resist the interference of the "sun" energy field on his senses, while controlling the Shadow Legion not to attack, but to create subtle but sharp stinging sensations in the shadows beneath his companions' feet!

"Ouch!" Polnareff felt a pain in his foot and came to his senses.

Jotaro felt a numbness in his calf, and his violent killing intent paused slightly.

Kakyoin was also startled awake by the strange sensation under his feet, realizing it was an illusion.

"Don't look! Concentrate! It's fake!"

Wang Bai shouted again, fine beads of sweat already seeping from his forehead. This was not only from the heat, but also from the enormous consumption brought about by simultaneously fighting against two powerful Stand abilities.

The situation was temporarily stabilized, and no one actually fell into the trap.

But everyone knew they had just narrowly escaped death. This ordeal had severely depleted everyone's physical and mental strength, especially Wang Bai's mental energy.

Sweat soaked through my clothes, clinging to my skin and intensifying the sticky, uncomfortable feeling.

The dryness in my throat felt like a burning flame, and every breath carried the scorching air of the Gobi Desert, stinging my trachea.

The allure of the "trial" may have temporarily subsided, but it has left behind a devastated body and mind.

Sweat streamed down everyone's foreheads and temples, dripping onto the scorching sand and evaporating instantly.

Polunarev leaned against the scorching rocks, almost completely exhausted, making even the silver chariot look rather pathetic.

Jotaro's clenched fists trembled slightly, a sign of his exhaustion and unvented anger.

Kakyoin was pale, and the Green Emperor huddled beside him like a wounded vine.

Avdol struggled to maintain the Red Magician's flames, trying to ward off some of the approaching heat, but with little effect.

Joseph relied on his extensive experience to keep going, but his constantly wiping away sweat revealed his exhaustion.

The entire team was like travelers who had been thrown into the desert and exposed to the scorching sun for days, on the verge of collapse.

Wang Bai was undoubtedly the one who expended the most energy.

He not only had to endure the same physical torment, but also had to maintain his awareness of the mental state at all times to be wary of the "judgment" attacking again, while also having to suppress the mental ripples in his body caused by fighting the illusion.

His face was paler than the others, and his breathing was slightly rapid, but his eyes remained as calm and clear as a deep pool.

He slowly slid down to the ground, leaning against the only giant rock that could provide some shade, and closed his eyes.

This time, he wasn't resting; instead, he was forcibly withdrawing all his mental energy, like a fishing net being pulled in, from the drain of fighting against the external environment, directing it all inward for introspection and analysis.

The car was cramped, and being exposed to direct sunlight was tantamount to suicide.

The shadow of this giant rock is their only refuge at the moment, although it is being slowly and steadily devoured by the "sun".

"We must—we must find that guy's true form!"

Polnareff gasped for breath, growling in frustration, but he seemed to lack even the strength to raise his arm and point into the distance.

"I can't find it—" Kakyoin's voice was weak. "The Green Emperor—extending outwards—all I can sense is chaotic light and heat—like falling into a furnace—"

Joseph wiped his face; sweat mixed with sand made him look rather disheveled: "Two Stand users—"

The coordination was perfect. "The Sun" was responsible for pushing us to the brink, and "Judgment" stabbed us in the back when we were most vulnerable—this was absolutely a meticulously designed trap.

Wang Bai did not immediately join the discussion; he remained in deep meditation, like an old monk.

The perception of the artistic conception transformed into countless invisible threads, no longer attempting to forcefully penetrate the scorching energy field, but rather, like mercury spilling onto the ground, subtly sensing every fluctuation and every slight undulation of the energy field.

After a few minutes of absolute silence, Wang Bai reopened his eyes. Although exhausted, his eyes already showed determination.

"Gentlemen," his voice was still hoarse, yet carried a reassuring calm, "the enemy's tactics are clear. 'The Sun' is the executioner in the open, using the environment to wear us down; 'Judgment' is the venomous snake in the shadows, exploiting our weaknesses to divide and weaken us. But—"

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He paused, his gaze sweeping over the crowd: "Their meticulous efforts to deplete our energy, especially our mental strength, are probably not merely to make the illusion of 'judgment' easier to achieve."

These words were like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, reviving the spirits of the group who had been in despair.

"Mr. Wang Bai, what do you mean—?" Abuder asked thoughtfully.

"They likely have a third enemy," Wang Bai said decisively, "an enemy capable of launching a fatal attack when we are most mentally exhausted and least vigilant. An avatar—skilled in mental attacks, or capable of launching attacks without our knowledge."

"The third one?!" Polnareff gasped, but the dry air made him cough.

"Very likely." Joseph nodded gravely. "That Dio guy loves these kinds of elaborate schemes."

Wang Bai continued his instructions, his voice carrying an unquestionable guiding tone: "Therefore, we cannot afford to lose our composure."

Leave the illusion of judgment to me to warn against.

My artistic conception is particularly sensitive to this kind of spiritual interference.

Jotaro, Joseph, your Stands are powerful.

But now we must conserve our energy to prepare for any sudden appearances of enemies that require a direct confrontation, or for the hidden third assassin.

He looked at Avdol, Kakyoin, and Polunarev, who were in slightly better condition: "Polunarev, Kakyoin, Mr. Avdol, we need a relatively stable area to recover."

Please take turns using your Stand abilities. No need to attack; simply create a small barrier around us to insulate us from the intense heat and light, even if it only lowers the temperature slightly!

This is an extremely difficult task.

Within the realm of the "Sun," the use of any Stand ability consumes a tremendous amount of energy.

But this is the only way at the moment.

Kakyoin's green-clad emperor, on the other hand, wove a net-like structure, constructing a thin energy filter inside the ring of flames to further filter out the blinding light and some of the radiant heat.

Their efforts may seem like a drop in the ocean, but the very act of working together is a morale booster.

Wang Bai, on the other hand, focused his attention on the shadow that had been compressed to its extreme beneath his feet.

The Shadow Legion is almost unable to fight outside their bodies under the intense light, but—

"Shadow Legion Sanctuary!"

He let out a low shout, no longer pursuing the extension and attack of the shadow, but instead compressing and condensing all the shadow power to the extreme!

Several shadowy humanoid figures abandoned their independent forms, intertwining and merging like melting black wax. Finally, in the deepest part of the giant rock's shadow, clinging to the rock wall, they constructed a small shelter that could barely accommodate a few people huddled together, seemingly formed from flowing dark matter!

This sanctuary has no physical form; it's more like a dense field of shadow.

It cannot completely block the high temperature, but once inside, the omnipresent, blindingly bright light is greatly reduced, as if one has instantly gone from the midday desert into the twilight of an indoor space.

Although the air was still scorching, it lacked that burning, stinging sensation.

"Come in quickly!" Wang Bai urged.

Without hesitation, everyone squeezed into this small but precious sanctuary in the shadows.

In an instant, the visual pressure decreased dramatically.

Although it is still unbearably hot and humid, it is a world of difference compared to the suffering caused by being exposed to the direct sunlight before.

This brief respite is crucial.

He knew this was just a temporary measure.

The Shadow Sanctuary could not be maintained for long, and the Stand Barriers of their companions were also rapidly depleting their power.

We must find the key to breaking the deadlock as soon as possible—either find and destroy the true form of the "Sun," or force out the hidden third assassin.

Otherwise, once their strength is exhausted, they will face a fate of being slaughtered at will.

"Energy is not perfectly uniform—"

Wang Bai silently recited the mantra in his mind, as if an invisible energy flow diagram was unfolding in his consciousness.

"Just as water has its source, this all-encompassing light and heat must also have a core output point, and that point is the location of the Stand user —"

"Found it!" Wang Bai suddenly opened his eyes, a glint of light flashing in them.

He looked at Jotaro and said decisively, "Jotaro! About 520 meters to the southwest, behind that dark red giant rock with a crack on top! The true form of 'the Sun' is hidden there!"

His clone requires an extremely high level of mental concentration to maintain environmental control of this scale, inevitably leaving his own defenses vulnerable!

This incredibly precise positioning is like lighting a lighthouse in the darkness!

Jotaro, who had been accumulating power like a lurking beast, suddenly unleashed a terrifying light in his eyes.

Almost at the same time that Wang Bai pointed out the direction, Wang Bai himself made a risky decision—

He deliberately relaxed some of his mental defenses, revealing a hint of exhaustion that was hard to hide. He even made his breathing heavier, as if he was about to fall asleep from mental exhaustion at any moment.

This is a decoy, a decoy for that possible third assassin who is skilled in mental attacks!

"He can't hold on any longer!"

Because the real body is an infant, it is far away from a safe distance, but Manden Tim, who is controlling Death God 13, is still able to know the situation of Jotaro and the others and immediately detects this "weakness".

He smiled cruelly, brandishing his enormous scythe, and eagerly slipped into Wang Bai's dream dimension through the "gap" in his mental defenses.

However, what he stepped into was not an undefended space of consciousness, but a "mental barrier" constructed by Wang Bai using artistic conception and a faint ray of light from the origin of the Imaginary Tree!

This is no longer a projection of Wang Bai's subconscious fears, but a chaotic and undeveloped realm where the rules are dominated by Wang Bai!

Death 13 discovers that his prized dream manipulation abilities are being severely suppressed.

The pervasive atmosphere was like an invisible shackle, while the faint light from the Imaginary Tree constantly "overwrote" the terrifying illusions he was trying to create!

"Welcome to my battlefield."

Wang Bai's spiritual form solidified and manifested, his eyes clear and sharp, showing no signs of unconsciousness whatsoever. "Your abilities are troublesome, so I've specially prepared this great gift for you."

In reality, Jotaro, having received Wang Bai's precise guidance, took action!

"Euro!"

The Platinum Star materialized instantly, like a purple, destructive hurricane.

That powerful force even temporarily pushed away the surrounding scorching air!

Without the slightest hesitation, it transformed into a streak of light that was difficult to detect with the naked eye.

He charged towards the direction Wang Bai pointed at with astonishing speed! The rocks beneath his feet shattered under the force of his stomping!

Kenny G, hiding behind the dark red giant rock, was still basking in the glory of having the entire situation under control and driving the Joestar team into a corner.

He could even picture the other person slowly turning into charcoal in the heat and despair.

He never expected that the other party could find his location so accurately in such a short time!

"Varied----"

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Kenny G only managed to utter a single, indistinct syllable before his pupils reflected that ghostly purple figure!

"Erla Erla Erla Erla 1|i"

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