Chapter 1743: Chapter 1741: Collection
Time flows one day, two days… Unknowingly, even a month has passed.
Even the Black Pharaoh grew restless, but for personal reasons, he felt awkward to seek his true self’s opinion, so he continued to wait.
“What on earth is happening?
In the past, those ‘chosen ones’ sent here would take at most seven days to accept the Prologue… How has this young man taken so long?
If he were enslaved by the Demon Book, the true self would surely sense the change in his mind and rush down.
Let’s wait a bit longer.”
The Black Pharaoh waited another ten days and finally grew restless.
His true self descended before the stone chamber.
He planned to personally investigate the situation.
With his realm and strength, he wouldn’t be affected by the true remnants,
The only worry was that the evil might seize the opportunity to escape, even affecting the outside upon leaving the pyramid.
Any appearance of a Dead Spirit would spread like a terrifying plague quickly through the capital.
Although the Walker would ultimately control the situation, the damage could set the world back years, even decades.
The Black Pharaoh transmitted via consciousness, instructing the control of the Suppression Hall.
Whoosh!
With the staff end tapping the wall, he instantly penetrated inside.
However.
The evil didn’t seize the chance to escape the stone chamber; even the chamber appeared unusually stable… The evil substance that should fill the chamber had almost diminished to zero.
What appeared before the Black Pharaoh exceeded his expectations, even his crystal stone eyes, unchanged for ages, rippled with layers of waves.
“This young man!”
Han Dong presented a “dead spirit image,” his body pierced through with weird iron wire, sitting cross-legged, suspended in the air.
The Prologue pages were disassembled into individual sheets, orbiting around Han Dong’s body, forming a single entity.
The reason Han Dong stayed inside for so long was entirely due to his immersion in the content of the Prologue, unable to extricate himself, as if previewing a whole new world scroll within the book, even touching the essence of the Book of Dead Spirit, a ‘gigantic entity’ lying within the artistic conception.
Perhaps sensing the presence of an outsider,
Or the Demon Book itself sniffing danger,
Han Dong, wandering in the Prologue world, slowly opened his eyes.
With the reading state lifted, the weird iron wire piercing Han Dong’s body, and a unique dead spirit trait all retracted into the remnants.
Pages floating around the body neatly folded back into his hand.
Clearly.
Han Dong had completely mastered the Prologue.
“Senior, what is this?”
“Seeing you not coming out for a long time, I came to check if you were dead… After all, you once bore my will and power; even in death, you could be made into an excellent Mummy Guard, or even a Priest to handle trivial matters below.”
Han Dong, surprised, quickly asked, “A long time? How long have I been here?”
“Almost forty Earth rotation cycles.”
Even Han Dong was shocked, “So long!? I felt like only an hour or two had passed, engaged in learning and exchanging ancient knowledge… However, I have almost fully grasped the Prologue.
As you’d said, I seem to be able to sense the whereabouts of other remnants.
The closest one seems to be right here.”
“Try finding it.
Remnant perception is the foundational ability after mastering the Prologue… Indeed, we have stored Eye Remnants here, brought back years ago expressly for you, as the true self mentioned.
If you can find the general location, it shows you truly qualify to continue learning, and I can account to the true self.”
“Alright, I’ll search.”
Han Dong closed his eyes again, holding the Prologue with one hand, and groped inside.
In a mystic awareness,
Han Dong seemed to be searching something on the surface of a super-sized human body,
When barely reaching the eye section of the giant body… a heavy-pupil eye slowly opened within Han Dong’s skull.
“Found it! It should be below the stone chamber…”
The palm gently landed on the platform displaying the Prologue.
Along with the influx of grey energy, a seal set within it was slowly undone.
Rumble! The platform moved aside, exposing a hidden path leading underground… An exceptionally eerie scene unfolded.
Various eyes of different shapes and colors filled the lower secret path.
Each eye possesed self-consciousness, focusing on the two living beings at the entrance as the platform moved aside…
This gaze made the Little Demon Eye at Han Dong’s brow open on its own, its contracting pupils seeming to greet these eyeballs.
The Black Pharaoh despised such “extremely evil things,” immediately knocking his staff on the ground, a King Level artifices cast.
Sand creak~
Two intricately carved Sphinxes rose at the entrance’s sides, serving as a sealing suppression, preventing the grape-like eyes from spreading.
Once they infected the outside Faceless Priests, complications would arise.
“You truly have mastered the Prologue.
In accordance with the true self’s request, I’ll assist you to reach the lowest seal place to obtain the Eye Fragment.”
“No need to trouble the Black Pharaoh… These eyeballs shouldn’t attack me, the upcoming journey should be considered as an examination by the Book of Dead Spirit, let me walk it myself.
If something happens that leads to the spreading of evil, I’ll need the senior to restrain it outside.”
While talking, Han Dong had already stepped into the hidden passage, even actively touching the densely packed eyeballs with his hands, appearing extra intimate.
“Hm, go down then.”
The Black Pharaoh, with staff at hand, quietly awaited within the stone chamber.
…
Gurgle gurgle~
It felt like entering a dense vineyard.
Smooth, moist spherical objects slid across the body, accompanied by whispers within consciousness.
However, this time the whispers weren’t meant to affect Han Dong, rather to welcome his arrival.
Whether well-intentioned or malicious, as long as there’s no impact, it’s sufficient.
“Is it so deep?”
It took nearly six hours to finally step down the last step.
In a vast underground space.
An ultra-giant eye, its surface flowing with various pupil patterns, was gazing at Han Dong…
Whether the nervous roots of this eye, or the tiny eyeballs filling the wall edges and squeezing the passage, all interconnected here.
Connecting a set of remnants.
The Prologue in hand emitted bursts of resonant sense.
As Han Dong tried approaching.
The giant eye unexpectedly overlapped various pupils, attempting to exert a super strong pupil surgery… It seemed the eye born of remnants in days of growth developed a complete consciousness, wanting to control Han Dong’s consciousness to gain true freedom.
“I have long spied your intentions.”
Whoosh!
Void flicker.
A long sword made of black fluid had pierced the center of the eye.
The eye suffering a dimension reduction blow was swiftly nullified, turning into a speck absorbed into the Demon Sword.
“Not bad, the Demon Sword seems to quite enjoy this.”
The Demon Sword continued to float around the body; any eyeball getting close would be directly executed.
Han Dong quickly stepped forward, grabbing the Eye Fragment from the ground.
In an instant, the tiny eyeballs filling the underground area retreated, all absorbed into the remnants.
[The Book of Dead Spirit: Eye True Text has been recorded]