Chapter 612 - 605: Tremendous Change
As the Pure White Dream Realm shattered, a gray fog permeated the ethereal sea of Earth’s magnetic fields. This vast and chaotic power made the entire planet seem to tremble.
And amidst this trembling and fear, certain of Earth’s Will’s instinctive reactions were activated.
Mo was currently in the city he had completely transformed into a nightmarish Purgatory. Suddenly, a rift tore open in the sky, and a brilliant beam of light shone out, as if to suppress the chaotic nightmare here.
This was Earth’s Will’s self-defense mechanism.
However, because the biosphere’s barrier had been broken, the strength of this defense mechanism was greatly reduced.
"You still want to suppress me?!!"
Mo looked up at the sky, the smile on his lips growing even more sinister.
BOOM!!
An endless tide of gray fog surged toward the sky. The pillar of light shining down failed to disperse it. Instead, like a ravenous beast, the fog coiled around the light, gnawing on and devouring it, transforming it into its own power.
"Can’t you sense it? Having completely corrupted the Pure White Dream Realm, I am now inextricably linked to you!!"
Mo declared with a booming laugh.
The sliver of light in the sky also seemed to sense that something was wrong and began to slowly recede.
Direct suppression had failed. It would use other methods.
HUMMM!!
Simultaneously, immense changes occurred in the Ancestral Lands of Spirit Guardians everywhere. The ultimate vision of each clan appeared out of thin air, and vast Ancestral Power instantly returned.
However, although this power was immense—enough for a great number of top-tier Spirit Guardians to cross that difficult threshold—its peak quality could never again reach the level of the Ancient Heroes.
"What in the world... is happening?!"
Countless Spirit Guardians bathed in the sacred and magnificent Ancestral Power of their respective clans. Yet the warmth and resonance originating from their very Bloodlines brought them no comfort or excitement. On the contrary, it instilled in them a profound sense of dread.
A vision of this magnitude signified a world-altering change, as well as a great disaster and calamity.
"Corruption!! Corruption!! Plunge this entire world into a nightmare!!"
Mo’s body trembled slightly as a vast gray fog poured madly from his body. The sheer power of it made the Master of Desolation, who stood beside him, tremble to his very core.
’This guy has gone completely insane. He won’t just off me while he’s at it, will he? After all, among all the Primordial Ancestors, he’s the one closest to the True Realm.’
The Master of Desolation muttered, his expression grim. He wanted to find a way to escape this Dream Realm as soon as possible, but with his current power, it was simply impossible.
Soon, he discovered a change in the massive, swirling mixture of blood-red mist and gray fog overhead. Its center churned like a vortex before rippling wide open, revealing the image of another world.
Crisscrossing streets, towering skyscrapers, bustling traffic, and surging crowds of people.
It was the most modern metropolis on the planet, the most powerful nation in the world.
Coalescing between illusion and reality.
The nightmare had bled into reality.
「Meanwhile, in the skies over the Starry Sky Country.」
Everyone instinctively looked up, staring in shock at the scene unfolding in the sky.
As long as they were within the borders of the Starry Sky Country, all living beings could "see" another world revealed amidst a gray pall of clouds in the sky.
It was a gray world awash in despair, a twisted reflection of reality. The only other color was a terrifying crimson. A vast city stood at the center of this gray world, its inhabitants having undergone monstrous mutations, now slaughtering one another in a frenzy of chaos.
"What in the world... is that?!"
Everyone shuddered uncontrollably. It was as if a city of despair was weighing upon their very souls. Memories they refused to face and futures they dreaded to imagine now flooded their minds, as real as if they were living through them.
Nightmares lie hidden in every heart.
In this day and age, thanks to the covert influence of certain manipulators, the seeds of agitation, madness, anxiety, and melancholy had long been sown in the hearts of countless people.
Their bloodshot eyes were consumed by various "isms" and "trends": social class, respectability, keeping up with the Joneses, the endless rat race... When the meaning of life is pinned on such fragile and fleeting goals, the psyche becomes a taut string, ready to snap at any moment.
A closed heart breeds a sick mind.
In this era, a person’s breakdown is only a single thought away.
This was the world guided by the Demon.
In truth, there was no gray world or city in the sky. But because the nightmare was already in their hearts, the city took root in their vision.
Inexplicable screams, wretched howls, and desperate cries rose and fell across the nation. The populace seemed to have gone mad in an instant. Their minds were under intense assault, and their bloodshot eyes were filled with nothing but confusion and chaos.
Wisps of gray mist coalesced from their bodies and, as if drawn by some unseen force, gathered toward the highest reaches of the world.
This was "sustenance."
Of course, within this nation, there were also some strong-willed individuals who were not completely affected.
Li Yue.
The head of intelligence at the Donghua embassy in the Starry Sky Country.
The moment the anomalous phenomenon appeared in the Starry Sky Country, he immediately began reporting back home through secret channels.
He was struggling to hold on, drenched in a cold sweat. The wretched howls and cries around him made him tremble to his core, and it felt as if some terrifying memory was about to be dredged up from the depths of his mind.
But he had not forgotten his duty. At a time like this, such a terrifying and chaotic event had to be reported back home at once.
"Unknown anomaly in the Starry Sky Country. A Nightmare City has appeared in the sky. The city seems capable of evoking a person’s deepest fears. Large numbers of people have fallen into an inexplicable frenzy. I’m also..."
However, before he could finish the message, he could hold on no longer. He too fell into the vast nightmare, his eyes flickering with terror and confusion.
TAP TAP TAP!!
Inside the Nightmare City, the Master of Desolation suppressed the trembling in his heart as he watched the Master of Nightmares—eyes blood-red, body shrouded in gray fog, a sinister smile on his lips—slowly walk toward him.
A pressure as immense as mountains and seas left him, having not yet recovered his power, unable to move. He could only watch as the Master of Nightmares stopped in front of him, raised a finger, and lightly tapped the spot between his eyebrows.
’This is bad. It looks like he’s completely lost his mind. Am I going to lose this wisp of my True Spirit?’
The Master of Desolation muttered inwardly.
But in the next moment...
BOOM!!
An endless stream of gray fog poured from the Master of Nightmares’ fingertip into his consciousness. This fog did not bring destruction or violation; on the contrary, it was a power of immense proportions.
As this power surged into him, the strength of the Master of Desolation’s True Spirit incarnation began to increase rapidly.