Build an ancient-level power in the nightmare world

A slightly chilly air current emanated from the tower, slowly brushing against Chris's skin.

He listened to the conversation between the two people below gradually taking absurd turns, and he was speechless.

What interested him most was the method of making the holy wedges corresponding to the holy path that Benjamin mentioned.

But it seems that things won't go as planned today.

Chris's eyes flickered as he sensed the extremely pure mental fluctuation emanating from Polaris.

A strange feeling suddenly rose from the bottom of my heart.

It's as if something is being awakened.

His spirituality, which had been almost depleted, has now been greatly restored.

The yellow mist floating around him began to spin rapidly, drawing in the surrounding air currents and forming a small whirlwind around Chris.

What's in the wind?

Chris's powerful perception in this space allowed him to keenly detect that something invisible seemed to be hidden within the whirlwinds stirred up by the yellow mist.

His eyes narrowed slightly, because his spirituality had returned, giving him enough spirituality to continue performing certain tasks.

Psychic vision activated.

"What is that?!"

Through his spiritual vision, Chris saw a dark yellow vortex, about the size of a dinner plate, gradually taking shape in the whirlwind directly in front of him.

On the cantilevered arm of the vortex, countless points of light rotated together.

At the center of the vortex, however, lay an endless expanse of darkness.

His gaze was drawn to the vortex, and all his attention was focused on the boundless darkness at its center.

In his perception, the vortex in front of him grew larger and larger, and soon it occupied his entire field of vision.

Everything around seemed to be swallowed up by the vortex.

He saw it, saw many colorful lines he had never seen before, moving and intertwining freely and disorderly in the darkness.

Strange symbols, shimmering with a dark yellow light, danced on these colorful silk threads.

At this moment, the pupils in Chris's eyes completely disappeared, replaced by a smaller version of a yellow vortex.

The tower that originally stood quietly in the middle of the lake.

At that moment, an invisible wind began to rise around it.

The pale white mist above the lake, following the direction of this invisible wind, slowly rotated around the tower, faster and faster.

Ripples spread across the calm lake surface, and the starscape reflected beneath the water appeared ethereal.

Benjamin and Cole were both startled by the strange changes that suddenly occurred around them.

Especially Cole.

At this moment, his feelings were extremely complicated.

Fear, lingering fear, and anticipation—a complex mix of emotions intertwined.

All of this happened after he prayed to the being atop the tower.

He could hardly help but attribute the changes happening around him to his own actions just now.

Benjamin, who was standing nearby, shared the same thought.

"Could it be that the prayers of the North Star have angered the one atop the tower?!"

Benjamin also began to feel a sense of lingering fear.

At this level of existence, no one can know their true thoughts.

What exactly does it mean that the other party brought him and the North Star to this mysterious space? All the previous speculations were just that—speculations.

"Could it be that I've misunderstood?"

Benjamin began to regret why he had guided the North Star to pray to the one atop the tower to embark on the other's holy path.

What if the other party doesn't have the Holy Path?

He preconceived the idea that all beings at the Holy Spirit level have a corresponding Holy Path, which is almost common sense in the world of extraordinary beings.

However, when faced with a terrifying being that has just awakened and whose existence may far exceed the Holy Spirit era, the common sense summarized by these extraordinary beings of the Holy Spirit era may very well be ineffective against it.

What should I do?

There's no way!

If he truly angered the other party, then his and Polaris's fate was already sealed.

Just as Benjamin resigned himself to his fate.

He suddenly noticed that another wave of mental energy was emanating from the North Star.

How dare they do that?

"The majestic being who overlooks the stars from the tower, your devout follower, Cole Sutton..."

The energy contained in Cole's prayer was dispersed by the surrounding gale before it could reach the tower.

His heart sank to the bottom once again.

The one atop the tower was truly enraged by him!

The wind around us grew stronger.

Benjamin and Cole's astral forms are no longer able to exist stably on the lake's surface.

Astral entities should be a formless and intangible concept.

But at this moment, I am still being swayed by this invisible wind.

At any moment, they could be carried away by this invisible wind and spun around with the surrounding pale mist.

Chris remained immersed in the world created by that vortex.

He didn't feel uncomfortable at all; on the contrary, he felt that his control over his surroundings had become much stronger again.

Aside from the initial surprise upon seeing the vortex, which left him stunned for a few seconds, he was momentarily speechless.

After getting used to it, he began to carefully sense the various anomalies coming from the vortex.

Especially those strange symbols that are rotating and jumping.

Chris felt that these symbols seemed to have their own life, that they were some kind of living thing.

He instinctively wanted to memorize every single symbol here.

But reality did not give him that opportunity.

This vortex, whose cause was unknown, existed for an extremely short time.

next moment.

The vortex rapidly contracted towards the dark area at its center.

The rotating arms, along with the starlight, were swallowed up by the black domain.

The yellow symbols also shrank rapidly until, in Chris's eyes, they became tiny yellow dots that disappeared into the black area.

After all the anomalies were absorbed by the black domain, the black domain also rapidly shrank until it became a tiny black dot, and finally disappeared without a trace under Chris's gaze.

All of this happened very quickly.

In Chris's perception, it probably only took less than a second.

He came to his senses and suddenly felt a chill on the back of his hand, as if ice had been slicing across it.

He quickly raised his right hand and looked at the back of his hand.

At this moment, a special image outlined by a dark yellow line lay quietly on the back of his right hand.

These lines are only slightly thicker than a strand of hair, and faint starlight seems to flow through them.

This pattern consists of two parts.

The outer ring is a regular hexagon.

It was the same mark that Chris had left on the two astral bodies below, as if sensing something beforehand.

But in the middle of this hexagon, there are three special symbols whose meaning is unclear.

These three special symbols are triangular in shape and distributed inside the hexagon.

At this moment, Chris could sense that one of the symbols was faintly glowing with a yellow light.

The other two symbols, although their lines are also dark yellow, look much dimmer.

The faintly glowing symbol on the back of his hand kept flashing.

Chris suddenly sensed that some new memories had appeared in his mind.

To be precise, it is the addition of knowledge in some extraordinary fields.

This knowledge was not acquired from any fragments of memory.

Instead, it was knowledge that appeared directly in his mind.

It was as if he was supposed to have this knowledge all along.

As Chris reviewed this suddenly acquired knowledge, a strange light flashed in his eyes, and he murmured a special title.

"The embodiment of wind..."