CHAPTER 895: CHAPTER 506: MEETING AN OLD ACQUAINTANCE AGAIN

Sitting among the round table, now besides Su Buxian, there are four people.

One is the Lord of Angels, whose whole body exudes Holy Light, illuminating his side of the space like a round cross-section.

Another is the Yellow-robed Master, now bathed in a twisted dusk, all shrouded in an unseeable gloom.

The Ancient God’s terrifying vision spreads behind him, rolling and occupying one end of the disk.

Finally... there’s the most ordinary one of all.

He has black hair, lifeless eyes, wears a black jacket, with a ferocious scar on his face, and traces of bullets hanging on his body. Although he lacks consciousness, he exudes a certain unfathomable sense of weariness.

This is... the black-haired youth Su Qi encountered before in that Duelling World.

The other person gave him a revolver comparable to a Divine Artifact, along with a box of cigarettes.

Those cigarettes were the items carrying the other person’s mark and coordinates.

Naturally, Su Qi would attempt to invest energy, as the other’s identity was linked to the origins of some past era, and the energy invested even surpassed others, making the search more challenging.

However.

He didn’t expect to find the other’s traces and project part of the Strength out.

Like other projections, it had no self-awareness.

This part was merely remnants of Strength’s marks, separate from consciousness.

"He... doesn’t seem very dangerous?" This was someone Old Huang didn’t recognize, and compared to other presences, it was this one that made him sigh with relief the most.

"Really?" Su Qi paused, looking at the aura on the other: "That might not be the case."

Unknowingly.

The black-haired youth’s aura quietly grew stronger. Although there was nothing else within his body, behind him...

Countless terrifying entities began to emerge.

"Are those all the various visions he’s experienced?" murmured the Pigeon God.

Behind the black-haired youth.

The outlines of the visions became increasingly clear, with scenes of terror surging like tides, wantonly corroding the surrounding space. The visions all carried his past marks, as the Pigeon God mentioned, they were all worlds he had experienced, intertwining and influencing each other, causing endless panic and oppression.

And soon... the disk began to transform, revealing a narrow street, with the surrounding buildings having fallen into disrepair, and the gray sky shrouded in gloom.

Scattered on the street lay several corpses, seemingly destroyed by some invisible force, their twisted expressions like silent screams, conveying endless pain.

The air was filled with a stench of decay, a suffocating sense of terror continuously rising, as if it could swallow one whole at any moment.

A monster covered in various burns, wearing a tall hat, appeared among them like a nightmarish ghost... emerging.

Then, the street twisted and distorted, revealing a gloomy underground facility, with pipes riddled with rust all over the walls, and faint light flickering in the shadows at the corners. Here was a place forgotten by people, where everything seemed abandoned by time. The ground was splattered with blood, scattered with several twisted corpses, whose faces were contorted beyond recognition, chilling to the bone. Suddenly, a deep whimpering sound came from within, like whispers from Hell, lurking in every corner, echoing incessantly.

"This must be a vision, right? Why do I feel the air getting colder?" Old Huang’s alertness rang out.

The air was permeated with a suffocating despair, as though the cold air flowing within was sweeping through; only the whispers constantly reminded people that this was once the world of the living, now turned into a cage of death, as if something was about to surge out from it.

Before Old Huang could confirm.

Then, another scene covered it!

It was a dead city, where once bustling streets now lay empty. The windows of the buildings looked like cold eyes, watching over the desolation, and the breeze kicked up dust from the ground as if mourning for this lost land. Occasionally, a few crows flew by, their cries piercing, like mocking the tragedy of these ruins.

At the center of the city stood a gigantic statue, its expression twisted and ferocious, as if cursing all Life. The surrounding streetlights flickered weakly, like a dying struggle, on the brink of extinguishing at any moment.

At this moment, the shadows around began to gather, as if numerous ghosts were wandering within, their faces unclear, only their hollow eyes emitting a ghostly blue light, filled with endless sadness and death.

Seeing this, Old Huang’s pupils contracted: "Wait, I see it, this is.... Main God Dimen..."

He suddenly realized something, abruptly covering his own mouth.

But it was already too late.

A terrifying Ominous seemed to sense the taboo, causing the space to reasonlessly turn dark, losing color, with countless black and white rushing towards him.

And as the outline of these visions became clearer, the terror continuously spread; those once blurry images began to emerge from the visions, grotesque creatures gradually becoming visible, with distorted bodies coated in viscous fluids, seemingly crawling terrifying monsters, their every movement appearing slow yet deliberate.

And faintly visible, that nightmare-like figure walked with his head lowered, long slender fingers traced across the ground, leaving deep marks, as though tearing at the reality of this space. Its face was invisible to anyone, only a black blurred mask, with an eerie sheen flowing over it, silently mocking... Old Huang himself.