0489 Chapter Ten: The Eternal Holy Fire (Section 31)
Zhen Cheng shook his head, letting himself wake up from the shock, and at the same time gave up his unrealistic suspicions.
There was no other person in the Xuankong Temple, so the arcane magic circle at the door must have been left by Zhou Shishi himself.
It is also the realm of the extraordinary and the use of power. The magician takes the path from the inside out. He first opens the door to the truth in the body, and then uses his own original power to influence the external objective world more and more easily and skillfully.
Understand - feel - influence - control. Regardless of magic, arcane and spiritual arts, this is the only way for a magician to sublimate himself and obtain more powerful power and realm.
But immortal cultivators are different. They understand the outside world, absorb the spiritual power of the world, and thus cultivate their own meridians and acupoints. They develop their own cultivation path from the outside in.
Like many other energy systems in the body, monks and magicians are independent of each other, and their combat power is evenly matched in the same realm. It is difficult to distinguish between systems.
But the only thing that is certain is that it is impossible for an extraordinary person to embark on these two diametrically opposite paths at the same time. The two cultivation effects can be said to cancel each other out.
At least in Zhou Shishi's current state, it is impossible to achieve this state before igniting the divine fire and achieving divine power.
"It's better to look back... At such a young age, you can see clearly," Zhou Shishi turned to Zhen Cheng and showed a smile that could scare people even in nightmares.
The masked part was rigid and immovable, which caused the few remaining human flesh and blood on her face to twist into a puzzling angle:
"It's a pity... I can't go back!"
With a loud shout, Zhou Shishi once again wanted to fly towards Zhen Cheng. But she had just gathered her strength to crouch, and before she had time to explode her strength, her legs softened and she collapsed to the ground.
Resentment so intense that it solidified time and space rushed towards her face, shocking her on the spot and leaving her powerless to resist.
Not only Zhou Shishi, but all the zombies in the back hall also shrank to the corner or behind the Buddha statue at the moment this aura appeared, not daring to move at all.
It is as if they are not the unconscious dead, but recalling the most desperate and terrifying moments before death.
Girl A is a good person, so simple and kind that is rare in the world. So Zhou Shishi's plan to use her to incubate the curse did not succeed.
So she turned to her classmate, the photographer, who was in love with Girl A. She used Girl A's tragic death to successfully lure the photographer into revenge and sin, merging soul sacrifice with paradox.
It is very common for the soul to merge with the shadow, or be swallowed by it in all the heavens and all realms. What the gods cannot achieve is just to keep the soul fused with the shadow sane and use it for their own purposes.
At this point, the Zhen family's bloodline that sacrificed luck to achieve this point can undoubtedly be said to be a miracle.
Next, the photographer succeeded in falling, and then Zhou Shishi discovered that things were not as smooth as he expected. There may be twists and turns in the middle. Considering that this is Qu Yun's dream, there may even be Lamarckian games involved.
In the end, it became the current situation. I don’t know whether it was out of kindness or in response to feelings. Girl A, or her soul, sacrificed her life and merged with the devoured part of the photographer, forming the largest thing in this dream that was buried in the bus.
of terror.
If Zhen Cheng's inference was correct, what was actually contained in the luggage compartment under the bus should be the bodies of girl A and the photographer.
Only after such a fusion of the source of the curse and the paradox can it create something that makes Zhen Cheng in the car feel creepy, as if it is self-aware, and is full of malice that is so strong that it can drip poisonous juice.
Unlike those candidates who first came into contact with the extraordinary when they were involved in the Lamarck game, Zhen Cheng viewed the entire world from the perspective of Qu Yun from the very beginning.
Gu Zong certainly knows that Lamarckian games are not natural phenomena without good or evil and subjective intentions like paradoxes. Lamarckian games are purposeful and rigorous systems and organizations, but she cannot judge the purpose yet. Most likely, Qu Yun does not know either.
know.
Therefore, for this experiment on paradox, the forces represented by Lamarck's game should have actively intervened.
Qu Yun, who stood out from the faction when she was young, represents the now self-contained Blood Candle Castle force, and its involvement with the Hanging Temple naturally involves the Lamarckian game.
Knowing these circumstances, Zhen Cheng made a huge gamble. She relied on the Shadow Affinity that could not be matched by any creation god in her own bloodline.
The huge mass of terror in the bus that cannot be looked directly at, understood, or touched is not a simple paradox that becomes out of control due to the fusion of human flesh and blood, resulting in even weirder phenomena.
It was a shadow that she could not interfere with, as if it had an owner. This was something that only Zhen Cheng could sense in all the universe.
The arm that had helped her before and sent her a white candle, as well as the personality profile revealed in the blood letter on the wooden fish, gave Zhen Cheng the confidence to take the risk.
The indescribable thing moved past him. Zhen Cheng held his breath, closed his eyes, and even the perspective of the mage in the fourth dimension completely converged.
She felt that the horror of this thing and its passive distortion of reality might have reached the level of the uncoded Sabu-senpai.
Then, there was no thrilling battle, no earth-shattering revenge, and Zhou Shishi's life breath in the center of the hall dissipated as lightly as incense in the mist.
Along with it, there are all the walking corpses and ghosts in the hall.
The resentment, anger and unwillingness of ghosts are more fragile than paper in front of the real shadow.
Zhen Cheng was the only living person left in the Buddhist hall.
It’s just that her gamble is not over yet. Calculating the speed of the two evil shadows and the time left before clearing the level, Zhen Cheng perfectly grasps the speed of the dissipation of the Xuankong Temple gate array, and the current situation has just begun.
.
But it's clearly not over yet.
Sticking close to the wall, abandoning her six senses, Zhen Cheng waited quietly like a corpse. Three seconds later, the opportunity she was waiting for came. The old and withered voice sounded from her heart:
"One hundred thousand years ago, there was a child who pieced together everything I did with almost indistinguishable clues. Unexpectedly, today... I met a faster one.
This person has lived a long time, but it is easy for him to see evil spirits."
Zhen Cheng responded calmly: "Whether this ending is a relief for you in reality, or more unwilling, I have indeed solved this dream.
Now, it’s time for me to harvest.”
"Cough~hehehe..." The withered voice let out a burst of bark-like laughter, and returned to:
"Do you think this is a dream?"
"Isn't it?" Zhen Cheng didn't show much wavering in response to this shocking rhetorical question.