The insider was leading people to create a greater commotion, successfully diverting those creatures controlled by the "Deep Red Eye" elsewhere.
But this window of opportunity was fleeting, and he had to speed up his actions.
Jia Sangyi ignored the clamor of the outside world, focusing all of his Spirit.
His invisible Spiritual Net quickly contracted in the sea of consciousness, like a giant hand, enveloping the relentlessly throbbing red eyeball.
As the distance closed, the terrifying psychic impact multiplied.
The mad murmurs were no longer a vague background noise but transformed into countless sharp poison needles, piercing into his mind.
He saw his Spiritual Secret Realm, cultivated through years of hardship, dissolving inch by inch under the red light, even experiencing a horrifying illusion where his flesh turned into a pool of pus and blood.
He heard the mocking laughter of deceased enemies and the most enticing whispers from the depths of ambition, urging him to abandon resistance and merge with this great existence. Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡⚫𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢⚫𝘯𝘦𝘵
Every thought was a trap, where a slightest mistake could lead to eternal doom.
Sweat rolled down Jia Sangyi’s face, his body uncontrollably trembling, enduring a torment unimaginable to a mortal.
Suddenly, his brow furrowed fiercely.
Countless spiritual threads finally broke through the defense of the red light, piercing into the glowing aura emitted by the eyeball, as if rooting in flesh.
The threads began to be dyed, quickly changing from transparent to bright red.
A pure and chaotic force of the world’s Origin Power was being forcibly extracted by him, injected into the Spiritual Secret Realm along the vein-like threads.
In the real world, behind Jia Sangyi, a giant spider web shadow quietly emerged.
The web grew from him, sprouting and spreading from the void.
Countless threads flickering with faint glimmers interwove into complex patterns.
Each thread seemed to be breathing, pulsing in sync with his heartbeat.
Almost there... Almost complete...
Jia Sangyi endured the brain-rending pain as if blades were being stirred inside his head, a surge of uncontrollable joy swelling in his heart.
He could sense that he had not only stolen a fragment of the world’s Origin Law, but also had a chance to control this nascent world.
At this thought, he greedily increased the force of extraction.
The spider web shadow behind him became clearer and increasingly massive.
The transparent threads in reality started to mix with strands of bizarre crimson.
As the light flickered, this web merged with the invisible barrier of white noise, almost engulfing the entire room.
A Domain centered on him seemed about to take shape.
84th floor office hall.
The thick gray fog seemed like a weighted fluid, slowly crawling between the crevices of the tables and chairs, licking the ice-cold floor.
The space was deathly silent, aside from the eerie howls emanating from the depths of the darkness and the purposefully suppressed breathing sounds of the people.
Occasionally, droplets seeped from the ceiling vent, hitting the floor with an infinitely magnified "tick-tock" sound.
Everyone knew this suffocating tranquility was fragile.
It originated entirely from the man leaning against the pillar.
He was like a mountain, suppressing all the greed and malice stirring within the depths of the fog.
Unknown how much time passed.
This harmony was finally broken by a slight exhalation.
Cheng Jiashu, sitting on the ground, slowly opened his eyes, the earlier fatigue from overexertion had mostly faded, restoring his vibrant spirit.
He stood up, dusting off his clothes gracefully.