Chapter 1877 - 1014: Strange Dream Space (Part 2)
At the same time, they all restrained their expressions, replaced by a heart full of reverence and restraint.
None of them dared to look Lis directly in the eyes, all bowing their heads, and deeply bowing to Lis at the village entrance with humble sincerity.
Watching the villagers’ simple and respectful demeanor, Lis felt no ripples in his heart.
He didn’t notice the slightest of anomalies hidden beneath this harmonious illusion.
However, just standing in the dream space of that Great Arcanist in such an environment was highly unusual.
It’s important to know, the dream space Lis entered was generated after those Great Arcanists perished along with the Magic Net Goddess, Mistra.
Similarly, these dream spaces are meant to prevent others or the Divine from obtaining the Divine Position of Magic.
Therefore, what seems ordinary is the biggest problem.
If it’s just this, how can it prevent others from obtaining the Divine Position of Magic?
He slightly withdrew his gaze, walked at a leisurely pace, and slowly headed towards the depths of the village along a cobblestone path.
The village was quiet and peaceful, numerous wooden houses were scattered about, wildflowers bloomed freely by the roadside, a stream meandered around the village, everywhere was a scene of tranquility.
Just as Lis stepped into the heart of the village, a mosquito, extremely minute and almost imperceptible to the naked eye, floated leisurely towards him.
This mosquito was small and humble, its flight slow, looking no different from common flying insects found in fields.
There was no fierce aura about it, it was utterly ordinary to the extreme.
Lis was meticulously observing the surroundings and didn’t pay any mind to this small creature.
Yet his body had long been engraved with various normalized defensive spells.
Without him needing to actively trigger them, the mosquito collided directly with the magic shield surrounding Lis’s body.
A pale blue magic barrier unfolded invisibly, layering upon layer, enveloping his entire body.
In the play of light and shadow, it constructed an airtight defensive domain to keep out all unfamiliar existences approaching.
The moment this seemingly ordinary mosquito touched the first layer of the magic shield, there was no violent explosion, no piercing noise, its body instantly shattered and disintegrated.
The eerie part was, at the moment the mosquito vanished, its shattered body turned into an extremely pure, intensely condensed invisible spiritual power.
This spiritual power, having discarded all complex impurities, was compressed to the extreme, ultimately coalescing into a spirit needle as fine as a hair and invisible in form.
It, carrying unmatched speed, instantly pierced through the air, viciously aiming straight at Lis’s forehead!
This lethally concealed strike was extremely eerie, entirely transcending conventional spell attack scopes, targeting Lis’s brain specifically.
The three layers of defensive shields around Lis’s body appeared ineffectual against this pure spiritual attack.
The first barrier instantly shattered, the second and third shields were subsequently easily penetrated.
In just a moment, the solid defenses of the three layers were completely breached, unable to stop the spirit needle by even a fraction.
An extreme spiritual sting suddenly appeared at Lis’s forehead, the danger alarm exploded instantly in Lis’s mind.
His heart trembled fiercely, at the critical moment, he immediately mobilized the vast spiritual power cultivated over many years.
Immense like an ocean, the pure spiritual power surged wildly out of his mind space, rapidly coalescing and stacking before his forehead, instantly constructing a thick and solid spirit barrier, forcibly blocking the path of the spirit needle.
Buzz～
The invisible spiritual power collided fiercely, an unseen shock wave scattered recklessly.
A huge recoil force swept through his entire body along the spiritual meridian, Lis’s body shook violently, unable to hold back a low muffled groan.
He steadied his mind, defensively countering the bizarre and sharp spiritual attack with the formidable spiritual power of a Demigod Rank.
Indeed!
This seemingly peaceful dream illusion ultimately bared its deeply hidden tusks.
However, because of prior preparations, although this sneak attack was cunning and fierce, it did not harm Lis in the end.
With his strong spiritual foundation, he could calmly resist it, not counting as a life-threatening crisis.
Only this sudden assassination attempt was too bizarre, completely outside conventional melee scopes, causing Lis’s heart to sink slightly, engendering a strong sense of vigilance.
Is this the method employed by those Great Arcanists of the former Magic Empire?
Indeed, it was eccentric and powerful enough!
Before Lis could further investigate the anomalies in the dream space, the entire serene, rustic village quickly shed all its harmonious disguise, thoroughly revealing its sinister true form.
The surrounding peaceful and harmonious aura vanished completely, the space began to frantically disorder.
The village’s intact wooden courtyard walls, old wooden barrels, gray bricks and tiles, stone-made farm tools, all started twisting and deforming bizarrely.
They broke free from the constraints of physical rules, and dense black patterns appeared on their surfaces.
Subsequently shedding their material texture, transforming into streams of concentrated sinister spiritual fragments, shattering and reorganizing into numerous tiny attacking light blades, shooting densely towards Lis from all directions.
The sky full of invisible spiritual attacks sealed off all positions in front, behind, left, and right of him.
Layer upon layer, airtight, thoroughly cutting off any dodging space, imparting a suffocating sense of oppression where avoidance or escape seemed impossible.
Lis’s gaze suddenly hardened, his heart instantly assessing the situation as extremely peculiar.
He had yet to discern the core rules of this dream space and the actual methods used by the opposition, rashly resisting could only lead to passivity, his strength continuously drained by the persistent assault.
This was not a wise approach.
In a blink of thought, Lis chose not to linger, his form suddenly retreating swiftly backwards.
He swiftly withdrew from the heart of the village, retreating to the golden wheat fields outside the village entrance in a flash.
But as he landed, the wheat field beneath his feet began a new wave of terrifying anomalies.
The previously soft and tender wheat seedlings rapidly expanded, their green stems stretching hard, transforming into arm-thick, sturdy black tendrils bristling with barbs.
Countless vines intertwined and spread recklessly, like numerous wildly dancing giant hands emerging from the ground, aggressively wrapping and sweeping towards his body.
Simultaneously, the various small bugs and moths hidden between the wheat field and village broke out rampantly.
They were no longer harmless small creatures, their bodies suddenly swelled and twisted, sprouting menacing spikes and black scales.
Their limbs distorted, faces hideously contorted, transforming into grotesque, fiercely aggressive mutant monsters.
Screeching and howling, they lunged from all directions, trapping Lis in encirclement.
Layer upon layer of offensive approaches consecutively oncoming, an exceedingly perilous scene.
But faced with the successive anomalous ambushes, Lis’s expression remained calm, betraying no trace of panic.
This was not an invasion of Abyssal Demon Qi nor any other eerie infiltration, but the Illusion Realm Shaping and Spirit Magic techniques exclusive to the Great Arcanists.
This type of technique, freely manipulating illusion material, transforming into spiritual onslaughts, seemed perilous and unsolvable, but it had discernible rules.
At first sight, it caught one off guard, but once the pattern was understood and preparations made, it was no longer difficult to handle.
Lis’s eyes flashed a hint of cold light, no longer remaining passive in defense, a vast torrent of magic power surged out of his body with a roar.
Pure, robust magic power instantly engulfed him, forming a vast magic domain encompassing all around.
Pure and domineering magic power spread wildly like towering waves with immense suppressive force, instantly quelling all surrounding anomalies.
The speeding spiritual light blades disintegrated and vanished upon the magic barrier, the encroaching hardened vines stalled and stiffened, crumbling inch by inch.
Even the charging mutant bug monsters were forced back by the magic flood, their forms disintegrating.
In an instant, Lis had suppressed the overwhelming eerie onslaught in entirety.
Nonetheless, the attacks did not stop but continued to assault Lis densely.
While fending off these attacks, Lis kept observing the surrounding situation.
Although he could leave this dream space, that would mean not being able to reach Orophin Floating City.
He still needed to find the key to this dream space.
However, Lis quickly noticed something amiss.
Despite Lis being subjected to such attacks, neither the farmers nearby nor the children in the village seemed impacted nor aware of any anomaly.
They continued secretly casting curious glances at Lis.