A chilly, dry wind blew from afar, stirring up the scattered white dust on the ground.

Li Chengyi looked at the door, walked up to it, and only reached out when he was right in front of it.

His fingers reached into the door, but it felt like passing through a phantom, and nothing happened.

Then he walked through it, emerging from the other side.

"So, I really can't get in?" Li Chengyi looked back at the tall building behind him.

That was where he had fallen from before, and also where the Balance Angel and the Silent Angel were located.

'Now I need to find the Whisper Ring. Just right, I can take this opportunity to test the limits and consumption of the power of language.'

This was the third time entering the blind spot, which meant that if he couldn't find a way out this time, he would have to use some forced methods to break free.

Like killing people, or destroying the blind spot.

But those were not things he wanted to do, because doing so would definitely lead to a significant increase in the difficulty of entering next time.

The Silent Angel could already beat him up now. He really didn't know what it would be strengthened into next time.

Moreover, he always had a question.

A blind spot must have multiple blind spot people entering and exiting.

He could cause the blind spot to strengthen. Others definitely could as well. How exactly did this mechanism work?

Why hadn't he encountered this situation so far?

It was always him causing the blind spot to be strengthened a second time. He rarely encountered others strengthening it.

'Or perhaps, the blind spot I'm encountering now has already been strengthened by others?'

After all, the time flow of the blind spot was different from the outside world. Others might have entered for a very short time, or everything might have been refreshed.

Fixed periodic refreshes were nothing new.

With such doubts.

Li Chengyi walked towards the building with the angels again.

In this area, the most conspicuous thing in the entire city was that building.

The building was a combined structure, like a cone with the tip cut off, surrounded by four gray-white towers in the center.

There was a faint gray cloud swirling around the top.

From Li Chengyi's perspective, the surface of the building had many terraces, like a hollowed-out cheese, with black holes everywhere.

He thought for a while, looked around, and soon found that in some places in the distance, there were some skeletons that seemed different from ordinary skeletons.

These skeleton people wore rusty metal equipment: helmets, armor, shields, long swords, iron boots, and everything else.

Li Chengyi's heart stirred, he exerted force under his feet, and his figure flashed instantly. Ying Shan (Shadow Flash) was activated, and he appeared twenty meters away in the blink of an eye.

After the bloodline was upgraded, the distance of his Ying Shan (Shadow Flash) had also increased, reaching twenty meters.

Moreover, his body seemed to be constantly strengthening, as if brewing some special ability.

With another Ying Shan (Shadow Flash), he accurately appeared above those skeleton people wearing equipment.

"I am moving."

He spoke.

A group of skeletons couldn't refute, and immediately the Flower Language ability was activated.

Boom.

All the skeleton wraiths within a twenty-meter radius planted their feet on the ground, put down their weapons, and quietly served as human walls.

And the first batch of skeletons that had just been fixed by Li Chengyi were still nailed in the distance, motionless, their time not yet up.

"Give me clues about the Whisper Ring. It's a ring with an angel image on it that qualifies you to enter and exit the Gate of Mystery."

Li Chengyi said in a deep voice.

"If you don't give it to me, I'll hit you."

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A group of skeletons were speechless. They couldn't talk back.

Although those words sounded like a child's tantrum, they quickly stirred under the effect of Flower Language.

Before long, a large skeleton with some silver ornaments on its head raised its hand and pointed towards the central angel building.

Li Chengyi didn't know why they could understand the meaning of his words, but this Flower Language was really strong.

Obviously, these skeletons couldn't understand the Yi Kingdom language he was speaking, nor could they have any remaining cochlea or other organs for collecting sound.

And yet, they actually understood what he was saying.

Standing in place, Li Chengyi thought for a moment, did not go to the angel building, but turned and rushed towards the outside of the city.

He used Ying Shan (Shadow Flash) in succession, combined with sprinting.

In just half a minute, he arrived at the edge of this blind spot city.

Outside the city was a gray-white desert.

There was nothing in sight.

The gray-white sand and the gray-white sky were connected as one, making it almost impossible to distinguish the boundary.

'It seems that the Whisper Ring is most likely in this city...' According to the directions the skeleton gave earlier, it was most likely in the angel building.

In any case, he couldn't avoid that building.

Li Chengyi sighed and turned back.

Before long, he returned to the front of the angel building and first circled the building.

There were four white towers around the building.

The towers were cylindrical, with some openings on the outside serving as windows.

Too lazy to go through the main entrance, Li Chengyi chose a white tower and continuously used Ying Shan (Shadow Flash) to borrow strength along the tower wall, and in a few moments, he reached a dark window more than a hundred meters high.

In the howling wind, he entered through the arched window.

Inside was a small room.

There was a gray wooden desk, two scattered black wooden chairs, a cabinet with a dressing mirror, and a gray hooded robe hanging on the wall.

Besides that, there was a picture frame hanging by the window.

The picture frame contained a bizarre painting with a black background.

On the black canvas was a gray-white tree, and each branch of the tree ended in a snakehead, spitting out its core.

'A tree full of snakes?'

Li Chengyi looked around. The room didn't even have a bed. It was obviously a temporary duty room.

He walked to the table and opened the drawers one by one to check.

With a crash.

The middle main drawer was pulled open. Inside, there were some rusty metal devices, which seemed to be parts that had been disassembled and placed here.

He then opened the right drawer.

Inside was a package of blackened things wrapped in a cloth bag. The gray cloth bag was stained by the black things inside, and some parts had turned black.

Li Chengyi didn't touch it and continued to open the left drawer.

Inside was a pen and a hardcover notebook.

The notebook was black overall, with a snake tree pattern in the center, the same as the one hanging on the wall.

The pattern was exactly the same, but smaller here.

Li Chengyi took out the notebook and flipped through it.

Inside was a strange text composed of dots, broken lines, and semicircles. He couldn't understand it at all.

But besides the words, there were also many diagrams.

For example, sketches of wraiths and sketches of skeleton people.

After thinking for a while, he tried to summon Iselin from the depths of his heart.

Since the Saint Spirit Art had become stronger and stronger, Iselin could no longer suddenly appear in his mind to talk as before.

According to her, Li Chengyi's mental consciousness had seemed to have greatly increased, and its density had also become much stronger than before.

If she still wanted to enter the conversation as before, it might cause damage to both of them.

So now he had to invite her before Iselin could contact him and start a conversation.

"Iselin."

"Iselin?"

Li Chengyi called out softly.

A full ten seconds later, finally, a subtle voice slowly floated from afar, gradually enlarging and becoming clearer.

"Brother, I'm completing the experimental task given by my teacher. What's wrong?" Iselin's words revealed a trace of fatigue. Obviously, the task was not easy.

"Sorry, I may have encountered a problem. I encountered a new text. Can you help me take a look?" Li Chengyi said.

"Okay, please memorize the text and imagine transmitting it to me," Iselin said.

Li Chengyi did as he was told, memorized a line of text, and transmitted it.

"This... is a variant of the Black Sea script, a language called Shaderama, which is a semi-priestly and semi-daily language system." Iselin was obviously much more knowledgeable than before.

"Can you translate it?"

"I can, but I'm not familiar with it. It may be very slow, and there may be errors."

"It doesn't matter, it's enough to understand the general meaning," Li Chengyi said indifferently.

"Okay..." Iselin was indeed a blind spot little assistant. She began to have Li Chengyi imagine and transmit it to her section by section, and then translate.

"...Research experiment on the deep-seated phenomena of the appearance of skeletons and wraiths."

"How can people who have already died move again? We are looking for the source of it. Their power, no matter how it is transformed, must have a source core.

Bones will not move in vain, and they will not be connected together for no reason. There must be threads that we cannot see linking everything."

"Through testing with one hundred and forty-three experimental forces, Whitehall discovered that the sustaining force of skeletons is a special force that is invisible, untouchable, and only exists inside and around the bones of the dead. We have named this force: Death Energy."

"The extraction of Death Energy must use a mixture of dead bone powder. Through the adhesion and assistance of the mixture, we have successfully established a Death Energy circulation pool and applied it to various statues of our lord."

"Through analysis, it was found that Death Energy is easier to drive dead objects than ordinary electrical energy... This may be the starting point for our energy revolution in the new century."

"From this moment on, the dead are no longer worthless."

Under Iselin's translation, Li Chengyi read the notebook little by little.

Later, he even saw experimental facility design drawings marked with many subtle data scales.

"This is a scholar's notebook, and it's not a very detailed notebook, just a simple record," Iselin said.

"Death Energy..." Li Chengyi narrowed his eyes. He thought of those moving angel statues. This city seemed to be much more interesting than he had imagined.

"The notebook mentions electrical energy. Obviously, this blind spot once belonged to a world that could also use electrical energy," Iselin said.

"Yes. They tried to study Death Energy in order to start a new energy revolution, but something seemed to go wrong, leading to a change, and everything was abandoned," Li Chengyi said.

"There are many such examples. According to my teacher, that is, the universe contains infinite mysteries, and no being can ever explore all the secrets clearly. Because you are exploring, and the mysteries of the universe are also changing and increasing rapidly at the same time.

The ultimate end of Death Energy, what it is ultimately connected to, no one knows," Iselin said in a low voice.

"You've become a little profound," Li Chengyi said in surprise.

"It's not just a feeling. Brother," Iselin said. She paused, seeming hesitant to speak.

"What's wrong?" Li Chengyi was still flipping through the notebook with interest.

"You have many mysterious things on you, mysterious powers. Have you ever thought about exploring their roots, instead of just following the route arranged by others and moving forward?" Iselin said.

"Explore the roots?" Li Chengyi was stunned.

"Yes. Power is not without right or wrong. In the Black Sea, power itself has attributes. For example, to study Death Energy, if you want to grow it, you must study corpses, thereby being affected by other things attached to the corpses, and then heading towards a certain big direction."

"So, the so-called power without right or wrong is a paradox."

Iselin's words were obviously not her own feelings.

Li Chengyi was not a fool. Now, with the strengthening of the bloodline and the Saint Spirit Art, his reaction speed and memory had also improved a lot.

Hearing these words, he seemed to understand what Iselin wanted to express.

"Thank you, Iselin." He could hear that she was really doing it for his own good from the bottom of her heart, so she gave this suggestion.

Was he going to be a simple warrior charging into battle, or was he going to use everything external, including the Evil Flower, to walk his own path?

This was a difficult choice.

The former was easy, while the latter was much, much more difficult.