Projection of the Heavens: I prove my immortality through slaughter.

The journey of consciousness should be a gliding along the trajectory of laws, like a fish swimming downstream. However, the moment Lin Xuan's projected divine sense, following that reinforced "anchor," broke through an invisible boundary and officially stepped into this Cthulhu-themed world—

He felt as if he had not entered another world, but rather plunged into a viscous and murky ocean composed of pure madness and chaotic laws!

"Gurgle... Blasphemy... All things return to one..."

"Flesh and blood... transcend... in eternal R'lyeh..."

"Hehe... Did you see that... those spinning stars..."

It didn't work through his ears, but directly on his soul! Countless twisted, sharp, hoarse, and murmuring chaotic whispers, like billions of cold, poisonous needles, shot towards his newly arrived and still unstable divine sense from all directions!

These whispers were not a single language, but a mixture of countless cries of the dying, the ravings of madmen, blasphemous prayers, and some incomprehensible murmur of an ancient god, seemingly from beyond the stars. They contained a powerful force of spiritual pollution, frantically assaulting Lin Xuan's core consciousness, attempting to dismantle his reason, distort his perception, and assimilate him into this sea of ​​madness!

Even though Lin Xuan had already achieved the Nine-Turn Golden Core and his Dao Heart had been tempered through countless tribulations, his divine sense couldn't help but tremble violently under the impact of this sudden and massive torrent of spiritual pollution. It was like a candle flame in a storm, its light dimming slightly in an instant.

Illusions were everywhere before my eyes!

He seemed to see the void beneath his feet transform into writhing, gigantic tentacles covered in suckers; he saw the distant starlight twist into malevolent, voyeuristic eyes; he even felt his own form becoming unstable, as if about to melt into a shapeless mass of flesh and blood…

"snort!"

A cold snort, like a resounding bell, exploded in the core of his divine sense!

The unbreakable Dao heart manifested its supreme power at this moment! The will that had been tempered through the destruction of stars, the war between gods and demons, and even the creation of the inner universe was like ancient, unmelting ice, or like the majestic divine mountain that supports heaven and earth, unmoving!

All illusions, illuminated by the pure light of the Dao Heart, melted away like ice and snow, shattering in an instant!

"How dare these mere noises disturb my resolve?"

Lin Xuan's divine sense suddenly contracted and condensed, no longer diverting its perception of the outside world, but transforming into a highly restrained, transparent crystal wall shimmering with purple-gold Dao charm! This was the barrier of reason that he instantly constructed with his supreme will and his own Great Dao!

Above the barrier, tiny stars faintly circulate, and Dao patterns of annihilation appear and disappear. There is also an ancient aura emanating from the primordial universe, which isolates all laws and stabilizes chaos!

"Hiss hiss hiss—!"

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Those chaotic whispers and mental pollution crashed against the barrier of reason, instantly annihilating it like boiling water splashed on snow, producing a violent, teeth-grinding sound of obliteration! They could no longer penetrate the barrier even a fraction, much less shake the core of Lin Xuan's will.

However, this is just the beginning.

Lin Xuan could sense that the entire "background" of this world was filled with this pervasive, insane intent. The existence of the barrier of reason was like forcibly creating a pure bubble in a murky ocean. Maintaining this bubble required a continuous drain on his divine sense and willpower.

He tried to extend his divine sense slightly beyond the barrier, like tentacles, to perceive the specific environment of this world.

The feedback he received was bizarre and fantastical, far surpassing any world he had ever visited before.

The sky was neither azure nor pitch black, but a constantly shifting, nauseatingly beautiful color, as if stained with oil, with purple, green, and yellow intertwining and flowing in a way that defied logic. There was no sun, nor moon, only some huge, blurry, luminous objects that writh like the entrails of living beings, hanging in the sky and casting eerie shadows.

Below, there was not solid ground, but a boundless jungle made up of twisted buildings.

These buildings completely defy Euclidean geometry, with twisted angles and bizarre structures. The walls seem to be a mixture of living, slowly writhing flesh and cold stone, covered with incomprehensible reliefs and holes that constantly ooze viscous fluid. The streets are not straight, but spiral and fold at dizzying angles, as if the entire city were a living, ever-changing, giant labyrinth.

The air was thick with a pungent odor, a mixture of the smell of the sea, decay, and some strange spices. Some twisted, indescribable creatures could be vaguely seen staggering through the labyrinthine structure, uttering incomprehensible mutterings.

What's most chilling is that deep within this world, several unimaginably vast consciousnesses seem to slumber. Each unconscious "breath" they emit causes the world's mad laws to rise and fall like tides. Lin Xuan could even vaguely sense, in the far distance, the outline of a terrifying city entirely constructed of green megaliths, mostly submerged in murky seawater—R'lyeh? Merely sensing its existence caused his newly solidified barrier of reason to ripple once more!

"This place... is indeed extremely dangerous."

Lin Xuan felt a chill run down his spine. The "malice" of this world itself and its environment were the greatest enemies. Ordinary cultivators, upon reaching this point, would likely go completely mad and mutate amidst the endless whispers and distorted scenes, without even needing the enemy to lift a finger.

He must find a foothold as soon as possible and begin searching for clues to the fragments of the "Transcendence Mark." Maintaining the barrier of sanity for an extended period is quite taxing.

He manipulated the divine sense crystal wall, carefully traversing this twisted architectural maze, avoiding areas radiating intense malice and eerie fluctuations, searching for a relatively "peaceful"... or rather, a relatively less insane area.

At the same time, he was also carefully sensing the faint pull of the projected origin within his body. In this utter chaos, that connection to the "thing of the same origin," though weak, was like a lighthouse in the darkness, guiding him in the right direction.

The sensor wasn't pointing at the slumbering, terrifying R'lyeh, but rather at a relatively "edge" area of ​​this twisted city (perhaps Innsmouth? or some similar insane settlement).

There seems to be some kind of... relatively "stable" anomaly there?

Without further hesitation, Lin Xuan transformed his divine sense crystal wall into a barely perceptible stream of light, cautiously and swiftly stealthily heading in the direction he sensed.

His adventure in this mad kingdom has officially begun. His primary task is to maintain his "reason" amidst the endless chaos and find the fragments of the "mark" that may have been corrupted.

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