On the spiritual channel that Mark could not hear, the big shots had already started chatting.
"Hey? After all these years, someone finally couldn't think of challenging the [Book of the Nether Sea]?" An old man wearing a triangular peaked hat said in a joking manner.
"Hank, how about a bet?"
"How to bet?"
"Bet on which page he reads and goes crazy."
As soon as he said this, the channel became lively.
"Five thousand points, the preface is crazy."
"Three thousand points, see the catalog."
"One thousand points, see the third page."
After the mysterious dean Margaret listened, no one placed a bet that Mark could read at least three pages normally.
Her heart plummeted into the icy hell, turning into ice slag.
For some reason, she thought of all the miracles of this beloved disciple. Not only did he miraculously break through the S-class world and take in A-class demons, but he also advanced to the level of Master of Mystery on his own with great confidence!
Those handsome and confident black eyes, with their eyes flashing with infinite possibilities, occupied all the dean's mind.
By some strange coincidence, when she heard an old acquaintance complaining that "the odds of this kind of betting are too low and no one makes a profit," Dean Margaret's cold and resolute voice spread throughout the circuit.
"I bet 100,000 mystery points on him reading at least five pages safely!"
In an instant, the whole place fell into dead silence.
It took several seconds before someone teased: "Hey, Margaret, you just finished a world in S. You have too many points and you can't sleep well. Come and support us?"
"Haha! Just say so."
"Okay! Be brave! The bet is established."
Seeing that the bully appeared, all the big Newtons, being old and disrespectful, started to raise their bets.
"Hahaha! Margaret, how hard it is for you to think about it?"
"How about you add another hundred thousand? Your odds are the highest. Once you win, the winner takes all."
"Isn't this good? Leave some pocket money for Margaret!"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
All kinds of cynicism filled the circuit.
In fact, Margaret regretted it the moment after shouting.
Endless regret tortured her heart.
This is one breath.
She is eager to prove that her students are definitely the best mystics in the world!
On the other hand, she felt sad and uncomfortable.
More than a thousand talented and high-spirited people have challenged the [Book of the Nether Sea].
They were all recognized as rookies in the mysterious world back then, but in the end they all ended badly.
If it weren't for the fact that three mystical scholars had greatly increased their strength after reading this book, and one even achieved a terrifying record of single-handedly destroying a 10,000-person regiment of Extraordinaries. Perhaps [The Book of the Nether Sea] would have been recognized as unbreakable.
It’s not a bad book.
Among the victims, her dead son was surprisingly included...
In his madness, he bit off his tongue, choked the blood into his lungs, and suffocated to death.
For a moment, her son's image overlapped with Mark's.
This complicated feeling drove her, making her scream in her heart: Mark! Fight for your breath!
Daniel's malicious gambling did not disturb Mark.
The projection of an old man appeared in front of Mark's eyes.
The long white curly hair hangs down to the old man's chest. He is wearing a white robe, with the collar of the robe open sideways, revealing the pattern of a golden book embroidered inside.
There was undisguised regret on the old man's wrinkled face: "Hello, mystic. May the God of Knowledge bless you and allow you to move forward smoothly in the ocean of knowledge."
"Praise knowledge!" After Mark replied solemnly, a hole opened on the floor in the middle of the secret room, and a large bracket slowly rose up.
There is a large tome on the shelf, the cover is deep blue.
At the same time, the hemispherical inner wall of the secret room finally revealed its true appearance - countless mysterious runes exuding a mysterious glow. They were constantly moving, intertwined and woven into a complex and powerful magic circle.
It was not based on the light, but the pure holy light of the runes, which illuminated the entire secret room.
A group of spellcasters outside the secret room began to recite incantations, and the light shield covering most of the tome slowly opened.
Almost at the moment when the seal was released, Mark clearly heard the phantom sound like trickling water.
Gradually, the sound of water flow turned into a roar like the crashing waves.
Amidst the violent roar of water waves, a feeling like water pressure came over him. Mark suddenly felt that he was deep under the sea, and even breathing became a luxury.
The only thing that can save him is the power of his own soul.
A faint blue fire ignited around him, and this strange feeling made others look at him as if he were observing a submarine volcano boiling and emitting huge bubbles in the deep sea.
The mysterious powerful men all murmured.
"The strength of this soul is a bit weak."
"No, it's not weak. He should have passed the minimum standard. It's probably because his soul has been burdened with a powerful extraordinary object for a long time, which lowered the upper limit of his soul power."
This strong man was right.
It's just that it's not one A-level, but two A-levels, Mini and Bison.
At this point, there is no possibility for Mark to retreat.
He plucked up the courage, stood over, and looked at the tome, which had a seemingly simple cover with "Book of the Sea of Netherworld" written in Gulite.
He nervously held the lantern with his left hand, and boldly opened the first page of this tome that was 1 meter high and half a meter wide with his right hand...
puff!
The illusory sound of water with a hazy feeling exploded in front of me.
Suddenly, a huge jet of water spurted out of the book, like a huge amount of seawater shooting out of a standard swimming pool.
This is both an illusion and a shock to the soul.
Countless purple octopus tentacles as thick as two fingers rushed out from the pages of the book and bounded towards Mark.
Even if Mark's soul has not yet been touched, he instinctively knows that there is a huge terrifying power in the tentacles. If he is pulled, his soul will be shattered on the spot and he will become a madman.
Caught off guard, Mark summoned all his strength to fight.
The one who moved faster than him was Centipede Lantern.
Long before Mark could think of a counterattack, a golden centipede silhouette more than one meter long with teeth and claws rushed out of the lantern.
Without looking carefully, you can't even tell whether this is a phantom or not.
The centipede, transformed by the dean's clone, glowed with the brilliance of the sun.
Its power is much stronger than this kind of "opening the door to kill" tentacles.
It seems as if each centipede leg has its own idea. They are like steel cones stuck on the illusory tentacles that pop up, allowing them to twist. The free centipede legs even have time to cut off the tentacles like scissors.
Anyone with a discerning eye can tell at a glance that the power of this centipede is a notch higher than the mystery contained in the preface of the book.
Among the big figures in the mysterious world who were watching, some were immediately surprised.
"Good guy, you are actually protected by an A-level supernatural being? Which family's direct disciple is this? You are so willing to do so."
Dean Margaret smiled proudly in her heart: It belongs to my family!
At this time, it is natural to have a tough talk: "Huh! It's not my own strength to open the first page by external force. Let's see how he passes the level of [Table of Contents] next."
The rest of the people ignored it, and someone joked: "Okay, those punters who went crazy when they opened the book lost."
"snort!"
"unlucky!"
Some are happy, some are sad.
Dean Margaret's heart was in her throat: Don't be brave! Mark, you are already very good. Just stop here and don't invest your energy. You can actually understand a little mysterious power just by reading the preface page.
Historically, there have been many successful people who have done this.
They forced open the first page and stopped immediately.
The chance of this group of people being contaminated by their spirit and soul is also relatively small. After realizing the gap between themselves and the top mysteries, there are also some of these people who later became great achievers.
However, bystanders can never understand what the person involved is feeling at this moment.
Mark felt that every hair on his body stood up in fear.
On the preface page of the book in front of me, blue soul energy is constantly flowing like water waves.
On it, a line of red warning slogans is shocking.
After being translated from Leyte, the most appropriate explanation is:
[While you are staring into the abyss, the abyss is also staring at you!]
This is no joke!
Because under the turbulence of the water, Mark could clearly see at least three digits and eyes of different shapes blinking, as if looking at him curiously.
Damn it!
What kind of book is this?
This is clearly a portal that connects to the spiritual world and will be watched by countless powerful beings.
Mark knew that as long as he dared to invest his mental power into it, he would immediately gain attention, most likely from the mysterious ancient god.
The principle of the so-called directory is that after you enter, you communicate with the guy.
Perhaps, this book will protect him with some degree of law.
On the contrary, he has to bear the gaze of the ancient god.
In this world, there is an iron rule: Do not look directly at the gods!
Being blinded on the spot is already a trivial matter, but the more terrifying thing is yet to come.
"Huh!" Mark exhaled a deep breath and thought to himself: [Ms. Bison, are you ready?]
A certain silly girl was about to collapse: [What on earth did I do wrong? I finally managed to get into a relationship with a handsome master, and then I had to face the abyss with him. Woohoo!]
【This is such a big deal, can you help me?】
【Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooootins on... I help!】
The next second, Mark had a thought in his mind. He felt as if his soul was on the surface of the sea and was suddenly pulled into the deep sea...
The world in banned books is not something outsiders can peep into.
All the great powers could only feel that Mark's spirit, together with the extraordinary items on his body, were being pulled out of the body in the form of a spiritual body, leaving him in a state of soul separation.
Mark felt much worse in his mental world.
As soon as he entered, he immediately felt that he had fallen into the dark sea where he could not see his fingers.
More than three digits of eyes lit up the moment he fell.
Some are doubtful, curious, greedy, cruel...
It's more like dead fish eyes. Even if you open them, you still feel numb.
Even with all his eyesight, Mark couldn't tell what kind of being was hidden in the abyss behind each eye.
A thick illusory tentacle that was less than ready to be hugged stretched out from the darkness, seemingly trying to pull him into a green tunnel that emerged, almost ignoring his resistance.
Faintly peeking at the so-called tunnel wall, there were all sharp hooks. Mark immediately knew what kind of tunnel this was. It was clearly the mouth of a giant evil demon!
Mark was also very angry, and at worst he might become a madman.
He opened his eyes wide and shot the tentacle hard.
