He cared not for the ideological alienation and shrieked as he fled back through the gap behind him.
As the ripples returned to calm.
The surroundings also returned to their initial state.
Brian looked on in befuddled astonishment at everything.
The two men exchanged a glance, and then the Saint’s eyes began to bleed tears, and even the sacred white light around him took on a layer of blood-red, as if tainted by a demon’s aura and began to twist and thrash like claws?
"Indeed, a demon monk!"
Brian shook his head, his large head swaying as he began to meander through the space.
This place was unknown, as if there were no passage of time, yet it felt like an endless, silent black void.
After wandering for a long while.
He didn’t see any other creatures, nor any other matter.
As he lingered longer.
A sense of weariness welled up inside him.
Brian was getting ready to attempt an escape.
He thought he heard the sound of ocean waves.
Brian quickly controlled his head and dashed toward the direction of the sound.
Then something magical happened.
Here, the sense of space and time was very vague.
Yet as soon as the thought occurred to him, his consciousness-formed head appeared before a fantastical bubble.
This large bubble was peculiar, radiating a deep blue glow, and within it was a miniature micro-world.
Brian could only see countless tiny worm-like things roaming around inside, but through his senses, he could also see currents, aquatic plants, and the like—as if the bubble were a replica of an oceanic ecosystem.
To get a clearer view of the creatures inside.
He moved closer, pressing his large eyeball against the surface of the bubble.
Brian’s eyes widened.
Those worms, they were actually octopuses swimming about!
He estimated there must be hundreds of them.
These octopuses roamed and frolicked within the waters, surrounded by a great number of shells.
The shells took the shape of crescent moons, the closer to the edge of the bubble, the larger the size of the shells.
"Isn’t this the place I dreamt of after devouring a part of the consciousness of that octopus named Blu?"
Brian was absorbed in watching, preparing to search for the shell in which Blu resided.
Brian was startled to find that the octopuses seemed to notice him.
They gathered together in terror, looking up at the sky.
One after another, the previously sealed shells burst open, revealing gigantic octopuses..
Of course, this "gigantic" was only in comparison to the smaller, worm-sized octopuses.
In Brian’s eyes, even the largest octopus seemed tiny.
This visual perception was quite amusing to him.
After countless terrified octopuses congregated, a flood of voices surged into Brian’s consciousness: "Evil God, get out!"
Brian’s consciousness ached, and he instinctively retreated slightly.
When he came to his senses, the bubble had disappeared from sight..
Brian’s face, with its squirming human features, looked wronged: "I look this handsome, and you bunch of weirdly shaped Big Octopuses have the nerve to call me an Evil God?"
He pursed his lips, losing interest in exploration.
With a single thought.
Brian’s consciousness-formed head turned into a sinister colorful light, piercing through the void dimension, disappearing without a trace.
In a temple underground in White Elephant Country.
A huge bull looked worriedly at a figure seated cross-legged before it: "Venerable, what did you see?"
The Venerable was the Saint.
But as the sacred bull spreading the faith of the Saint, it still preferred to call the Saint the Venerable.
The Saint’s tightly shut eyes burst open.
He bled from all seven orifices, his eyeless gaze locked in the direction of the bull, murmuring, "Do not gaze upon it, do not gaze upon it..."
The giant bull cried out, rushing forward.
A gentle breeze stirred.
The Saint’s body, like wind-eroded sandstone, began to crumble layer by layer.
A head fell at the feet of the giant bull.
Even with only half a mouth left, it still whispered that phrase: "Do not gaze upon it!"