Ark pigeon mode, activated!

A picture unfolded in his mind.

In the deep black fog, a beautiful woman with long silver hair floating in the breeze was staring in his direction. Her flawless face was like ice and snow, revealing a bone-chilling coldness.

The moment he looked at her, she noticed his gaze. Camilla immediately used her mental strength to isolate this connection, and her brows raised slightly.

"White King Yulista..."

Camilla was a little surprised.

This was the first person he had seen who remained sane and alive in the black fog!

No, that doesn't seem normal.

White King Yulista's strength is roughly between Black Sun and Broken Spirit. It is possible that she can successfully resist the black fog on her own, but the probability is not very high.

The Black King and other people from Yongguyue were gone, perhaps dead, and she was the only one left.

So, why did she just stare at him from afar instead of coming over to communicate with him?

Camilla felt something was wrong. She was afraid that she might have also become a Blackwish monster!

The Blackwish monsters seen so far are all very brainless and dominated by the desire to kill, but the possibility of extremely intelligent Blackwish monsters cannot be denied.

The White King might have become this type!

So, what was her purpose in spying on him from afar?!

Camilla's eyes turned slightly cold.

Unlike other Blackwish monsters with low intelligence, the White King knew that he had become an Ascendant. She was also one of the billions of living beings that had been fused. Even if his performance was far below the level of an Ascendant at this time, she would not act rashly. God knows what terrible tricks he has up his sleeve!

However, is this really all she fears?

Camilla had other guesses in his mind, but he would not verify them and would not take the risk for them.

It doesn't matter what happens to the White King. He's just a passerby and he doesn't care.

slipped away!

When the seed of disaster could be used, he used it to block all contact between him and White King Yulista, and then teleported away with the white bird's true form.

He had already determined the approximate location of the Eternal Light Abyss with the help of the Seed of Disaster, and all he needed to do was to travel a long way.

The black fog seemed to have no end, and the same scene continued as he walked for hundreds of thousands of miles.

It's deep and dark, with many monsters lurking.

He could avoid most of them, but occasionally when he ran into one head-on, it would be a fierce battle, which would slow down his journey.

After finding a vast expanse of land, Camilla rested at the edge of the land to recover from the energy she had expended.

There should have been a civilization and a country on land, but it has long been destroyed.

The broken walls and city ruins that Camilla sensed seemed to have been there for hundreds of years and were extremely decayed. The scattered corpses had even their bones rotted away.

He didn't pay too much attention to it. He had already noticed the chaotic flow of time in the black fog, but it didn't affect him.

With him as the center, time becomes orderly, and the closer to him, the more stable it becomes. This is a passive effect of the disaster.

The strong are full of surprises, and it is expected that the disaster will bring him many more surprises.

Suddenly, Camilla frowned tightly.

The illusion world is here again!

I always feel that the trigger frequency has increased a lot!

At the moment when she was about to lose consciousness, Camilla raised her left hand, and the human faces on it turned into a large number of figures and flew out.

His long, pale hair tangled into a cocoon that wrapped him, covered in silver light, and then the entire cocoon sank into the white bird's true form. A large number of pitch-black insects squirmed and swallowed it. In the end, only one sentence remained, echoing in the hearts of his followers who had just appeared.

"Stay with me, don't go away."

……

Desert, yellow sand, bright and dazzling sunlight, and hot wind blowing from the end of the earth.

This is what Camilla felt when she woke up.

He sat up from the dune and saw another version of himself playing with sand, another version of himself turning sand into bricks, glass, and other materials, preparing to build a house, and another version of himself who had already started a long journey...

Turning his head to look around, he reached out and picked up a palm-sized person beside him.

This was the Cherubim, who glanced at him and continued to concentrate on his practice.

Camilla fell into deep thought.

This time, a total of forty-seven of them split apart...

The last time he fell into the hallucination world, something was not right. This time the situation was so serious, I’m afraid it was because - his pure consciousness could not suppress his abnormality!

It’s not that his pure consciousness is not strong enough, but that the speed of his practice cannot keep up with the changes in the illusory world.

It seems that before finding the Yongguang Abyss, he still needs to find a way to solve this problem first.

Either find ways to improve the practice of pure consciousness, or look for other alternative means.

If not, he would be lost in the world of illusion, forgetting his name and what he was going to do.

The current state is not suitable for staying in the illusion world for too long, and we must find a way to get out of it as soon as possible!

Kamila thought about it and began to call out to the split him to come back and merge together.

As one figure after another merged into the group, he gradually felt a little empty, as if his body was filled with air, making him feel at a loss.

He can no longer control himself.

Turning her head to look at her long white hair that had been scattered all over the ground again, Camilla couldn't help but sigh slightly.

His coordination was a little off, and he couldn't get his braid right.

"Evil seed, let me escape from this world of illusion..."

Camilla tried to use the seed of disaster.

But after making the wish, there was no change around, and the sky was still full of yellow sand.

The power of the disaster is still there and has not lost its power, but it seems not enough to shake the illusion world.

For a long time, the easiest way for him to escape from the world of illusion has been external stimulation.

He had high hopes for the seed of disaster that was born from the collision of the power of God and the Lord of the Four Seasons. However, he felt that his use of the seed of disaster was still relatively superficial, and he had to find a way to develop more means.

After a while, the seed of disaster could be used again, and Camilla continued to use it.

"Show me the way out of this hallucination!"

The evil has its limits, so it is better to lower his requirements first.

This time the disaster seed still took effect normally, and Camilla noticed obvious changes.

He... became weaker.

Difficulty breathing, heavy body, stiff joints... It was as if I was suddenly struck by a serious illness, and my energy and spirit were dissolved.

The terrible side effects of the disaster will not happen to him, so this is the right direction?

Many thoughts flashed through Kemira's mind, but thinking became very tiring. After thinking for a while, he had to sit down and rest.

He felt like a balloon with the air inlet not tied properly, constantly leaking and withering.

The flesh that matched the real body lost all its magic, and the skin that was white and almost transparent was gradually burned and turned red under the sun.

Camilla accepted all this in silence, just raising her hands slightly to cover her eyes.

The thin eyelids cannot block the sunlight, and it is still bright even when I close my eyes.

At a certain moment, this weakness seemed to reach a certain limit, and then, Camilla realized that the seed of disaster had disappeared.

Maybe it is still there, but he is no longer able to control it or perceive it.

A deep chill penetrated from the extremities of his limbs, causing him to shudder and his hair to stand on end. Fear gnawed at his bones, causing him to tremble uncontrollably!

Without the seeds of disaster, without the willpower, without a body that is ten or a hundred times stronger than a dragon, and without anything to rely on, he could only watch himself weaken and walk towards death!

The result of death is easy, everything is nothing, but once the process becomes slow, it becomes like torture!

Even with Kamila's strong mind, he couldn't suppress all the chaotic thoughts at this moment. Fear, regret, despair and other emotions almost destroyed his remaining sanity!

He doesn't really want to die, but to escape from the illusion world. Is the evil seed really trustworthy?!

He couldn't wait any longer, he needed to do something!

Camilla gritted his teeth, his strong desire to survive made his body almost spasm. He sat up trembling, and his eyes went black.

The direct sunlight was like tongues of fire, licking his flesh and blood, bringing him extreme pain, and every breath felt like needles piercing his lungs.

He has nowhere to escape!

After struggling for a moment, he collapsed in exhaustion, his heartbeat gradually weakening.

He had a vague feeling that someone was carrying him, but the feeling quickly disappeared.

Consciousness sank into darkness, falling into a deeper place.

After a silence that was either long or short, a faint warmth emerged.

In a daze, Camilla felt a pair of warm and soft hands holding his right hand.

His body was stiff, and his arms seemed frozen, cold to the bone, and just the slightest bit of warmth made them feel hot.

Camilla opened her eyes with difficulty, and everything in her vision was blurry and distorted, like a halo of ink dispersing, leaving only shadows of varying thickness.

But even so, he still vaguely saw the person holding his hand.

The indistinguishable outline, the undefined lines of the eyebrows and eyes, the inexplicable familiarity made him subconsciously open his mouth slightly, and whispered the name in a weak and hoarse voice.

"Pureseth..."

"Doc, I'm here."

……

Chapter 398: Blade Master Tower Promotion

Prisus, the sarcophagus, Terra, the gods and their people...

Camilla felt like he was standing in front of a door. If he pushed it open gently, all the forgotten things would appear before him again.

He suddenly had a better understanding in his mind. The secret of breaking the soul in the past lies in all the traces left by oneself.

Life can lose memory, forget, or even erase the past, but all of this will definitely be recorded somewhere, either in the universe or in the heart.

When you are able to face all of this, master it, and turn it into your own true spiritual mark, you will truly stand on the threshold of breaking through the spirit!

Camilla is still far from this level, but she has completed an important step towards becoming an ascender.

These thoughts flashed through my mind, but were immediately suppressed by deep fatigue.

His current body does not support him to think efficiently.

Camilla slowly closed his eyes. There was an inconsolable depression in his heart, which turned into unspeakable pain and crushed him bit by bit. Some changes were taking place.

He couldn't go on any longer.

The seeds of disaster may indeed point to the correct way to escape from the world of illusion, but this may come at an unbearable price.

"Pureseth...it seems like we've walked so far..."

Chimilla whispered like a sigh, her voice intermittent and gradually faded away.

My consciousness blurred and sank into darkness.

When I woke up again, the first thing I saw was still the desert.

He smelled the woman's faint body fragrance, which should be mixed with a hint of sweat. The dry and hot wind seemed to be tainted with a hint of hormones, which was intoxicating.

A tall woman was carrying him on her back. She was wearing a long, stiff white trench coat. Her short, white hair revealed a healthy, tanned complexion. Her enormous argali horns, cast in the sunlight, looked like they were made of gold...

Without even thinking, a name came to mind - Kanelian.

Camilla didn't want to think about how she appeared or how special she was. Feeling the lingering weakness and fatigue in his body, he took a deep breath and began to think about another problem.

His left eye...why is he blind?

Not only is there no vision, but even the existence of eyes cannot be felt at all, as if there is nothing in the eye sockets.