Twilight Speaker

Chapter 75: Illuminating All Dimensions, the Lord of Pure White

After saying the precautions,

The old dean drained the water from the pool and let Chen Xiang lie in it. He opened several obsidian boxes, took out materials one by one and put them into the pool.

"This is the brain of the hellhound."

A pitch-black, gelatinous, jelly-like substance was put into the pool.

"This is the dragon's heart, it's incomplete."

A ball of flesh and blood half a person's height was placed into the pool.

"Then there are the roots of the immortal tree, the hooves of the lost warhorse, and the horns of the demon of knowledge."

One after another, extraordinary materials from various dimensions piled up around Chen Xiang. Most of them were bloody, which made him feel a little nauseous.

"Finally, the blood of the Lord of Death"

The dean's expression became extremely solemn, and he carefully took out an obsidian box.
The moment the stone box was opened, a whirlwind swept through the entire empty room, accompanied by murmurs, whispers, and all kinds of horrific illusions, one after another!

"Although it is a drop of inactive blood, it is also extremely dangerous. Do not touch it directly!"

As he spoke, the dean also put this drop of blood into the pool. Chen Xiang could feel the True God Factors rioting around him.
No, to be precise, the number of true God factors is increasing rapidly!

Chen Xiang greedily absorbed the True God Factor, tempering his spirit bit by bit. The dean did not stop him. He lit pure white candles around the pool and sprinkled several unknown powders.
Finally, he put down the nine compasses.

"The Spiritual Compass, the Hell Compass, and the Crimson Compass. These nine compasses correspond to the nine dimensions. When the dimensions overlap, you will gain related traits, and a great power will be infused into your body."

"But in order to ensure that you don't step into the extraordinary, so..."

The dean placed his fox-head cane beside the pool, lit the black jade lamp, held the holy grail high, and a steady stream of pure white liquid flowed out of the holy grail, gradually filling the pool.

"I pray to the nine dimensions, seeking the glory of the ancient times."

"When the Lord of Pure White opens his eyes, the dimensions and reality overlap at dusk, the gate of pure white opens, and the colors of tide and non-black surge."

Chen Xiang saw that under the illumination of the black jade lamp, the liquid in the pool was churning, and the many materials submerged in it seemed to begin to dissolve.
He saw the Nine-Direction Compass glowing, and those extraordinary materials from various dimensions seemed to become a medium. One after another, the shadows of pure white portals appeared in the room, overlapping each other.
"When you can no longer suppress yourself and are about to enter the extraordinary"

The dean retreated to the door at some point and spoke in a serious tone:
"You just rotate any compass needle to the top. When you fail to suppress the progress nine times and the compass is exhausted, you make a final call and pray to the God of Twenty-Four Hours."

"The Lord of Pure White?"

Chen Xiang barely raised his head from the liquid soaking him:

"what is that?"

"The Lord of Pure White is one of the twelve gods of time. The god of the twelve hours governs the twelve hours. One hour corresponds to two hours, and twelve hours is a whole day."

The dean said solemnly:
"The God of the Twelve Hours, also known as the God of the Hours, is similar to the God of Justice. He is a symbol of natural rules. He has no self-awareness or wisdom, and is more like a manifestation of the will of the universe. There are thirteen Gods of the Hours, each in charge of a corresponding hour."

"There are thirteen gods in charge of the twelve hours?" Chen Xiang blinked.

The dean nodded slightly:

"Because there is a Lost Hour, and the one who controls the Lost Hour is the Pure White Lord. This ritual, in addition to strengthening your body, temporarily banishes you, who have broken through to the Extraordinary Realm, to the Lost 13th Hour. In this way, in the twelve hours of the day, no matter how strong you are, you will never be Extraordinary."

"Only when the time comes to the thirteenth hour, or when you take the initiative to remove the restrictions, will you truly embark on the extraordinary secret path!"

Chen Xiang suddenly realized, but was also a little frightened. He used a mysterious ritual to place himself, who had entered the extraordinary, in the thirteenth hour of loss.

And the time of each day will not enter the thirteenth hour, the time of a day ends at 24 o'clock, there will be no 25 o'clock and 26 o'clock, so, I will not enter the extraordinary.
What a strange power.

The dean looked at the gradually expanding pure white door, walked out of the room alone, and finally said:
"The ceremony is about to begin. You will possess the characteristics of the nine dimensions and you will become perfect."

"Now, sleep."

He slammed the door.

The moment the door closed, the nine compasses began to spin, and the extraordinary materials in the pool decomposed one by one. The pure white liquid became extremely viscous, and the terrifying energy surged into Chen Xiang's body through every pore! !
He let out an uncontrollable roar, and the room shook slightly. Nine overlapping pure white portals glowed.

Shrouded in light, the entire room seemed to be detached from reality, and there was a pure white mist coming from nowhere.
"here we go"

Chen Xiang raised his right hand with difficulty, and the cracked tattoo on his wrist moved slightly.

The next moment, eighteen kinds of blood fell into the pool drop by drop.

The room shook violently, the pure white mist suddenly became thicker, and the nine compasses spun madly! !

An unimaginably vast force was surging in the pool, rushing madly into Chen Xiang's body.

He was shattered into the most basic particles in an instant, and in the same instant he was recast as a human being, and then shattered again.
This cycle repeated itself again and again. Amid the intense pain that pierced the depths of Chen Xiang's soul, he vaguely saw nine illusory pure white doors slowly opening.

He also saw a tenth pure white door looming.

And at this moment, outside the room.

To be precise, it is outside the room in the real sense.

The orphanage director came over at some point and said softly:

"Has the ceremony begun?"

"Here we go. If you open the door now, you will probably fall directly into the dimensional rift. In a sense, this room no longer exists in reality."

After a pause, Dean Colossus glanced sideways:

"You said, when the dimensions overlap, can he withstand the gazes of terrifying beings and the whispers of mysterious existences?"

"Who knows? It doesn't matter whether he can or not. Even if he becomes a lost soul, we can still manipulate his body to integrate the outer three rings, and then nail him to the Saint Luo Square in the ninth ring."

As she spoke, the orphanage director laughed:
"At that time, you will have a reason to enter the Nine Rings, to rescue your most proud disciple." Dean Colossus became excited:
"I seem to see that the door to godhood has opened a crack. I am close!"

Then he continued to ask:

"So, can this ritual of yours really turn him into the so-called perfect vessel?"

"Of course. The ritual was narrated by the supreme [Nothingness] himself. This ritual can allow him to possess the characteristics of each dimension and have the potential to become the son of each dimension. This is the most perfect vessel!"

After a pause, the orphanage director chuckled and said:

"Unfortunately, there is still a drawback."

"What's the disadvantage?"

"Unless he can find the lost thirteenth hour, or unless a great being blesses him, his body will never be able to enter the transcendental realm."

As he spoke, he stretched himself:
"But it doesn't matter. Although I can't enter the realm of transcendence, I can become infinitely stronger. And for the real taboos and horror legends, the so-called realm is false. If I can talk to the outer gods on an equal footing, then I am a pseudo-god, isn't my realm?"

Dean Colossus nodded, not quite understanding, and finally asked:
"Speaking of which, what exactly is the lost thirteenth hour controlled by the Pure White Lord?"

"how could I know?"

The orphanage director shook his head and yawned:

"But it is said that a day in the warp is only two hours long, and these two hours are the lost hours. I don't know whether it is true or not. My Lord once said that the God of the Lost Hour, that is, the Lord of Pure White, has long since perished."

Then he lowered his eyelids:
"Now, we just need to wait for the nine dimensions to completely overlap with this room. That will be the moment when the ritual is completed. If you search all nine dimensions, you might even be able to see this room."

"Really?" Dean Colossus smiled and said, "A small room suddenly appeared. If a dimensional life really encounters it, will it be startled?"

"I don't know. But the room shouldn't be small. It should be about a hundred meters."

"What do you mean?"

"You tapped into the blood of the Lord of Death. Even a single drop of inactive blood is enough to magnify the space occupied by this room several times when the spaces overlap."

Dean Colossus suddenly realized:

"This ritual is so mysterious? That's right, after all, it was created by a great Outer God."

………………

Time passes and the day gradually darkens.

The crows in the great city became more and more numerous. When the sun completely set, the moon did not rise.

Eighty-four thousand crows circling above the clouds blocked out the moonlight.

"Coming?"

Sarah sat in a wheelchair and sighed slightly.

The scarecrow who lives in wheat fields and on mountain tops is the fifth taboo and is called [primitive fear]. He is always surrounded by 84,000 crows, and each one is his messenger.

When thousands of crows pass through, that is when the [Primal Fear] descends.
Jerusalem turned the wheels and the wheelchair came to the window. His eyes pierced through the sea of ​​fog and looked into the infinite distance. In the blur, he saw a tattered scarecrow holding a sickle, both on the towering mountains and in the vast wheat fields.

Mountains and wheat fields are both real spaces swallowed up by Him.

The Scarecrow looked up.

The two venerables stared at each other from a distance of tens of thousands of kilometers. Their gazes collided above the foggy sea, and a tsunami erupted!

The waves hundreds of meters high seemed to roll away the clouds. Thousands of miles away, the scarecrow that was both on the mountain and in the wheat field appeared nine thousand miles away in the blink of an eye.

In the blink of an eye, He was already eight thousand miles away.

In the blink of an eye, seven thousand miles.

After the seventh blink, He was already three thousand miles away.

The scarecrow raised his sickle, and Sarah stood up from his wheelchair. A layer of haze covered the great city. Many people were panicked for no reason. The hair of the extraordinary stood on end. Spiritual madness was on alert! !

next moment.

"Ok?"

Lu Sarah was slightly startled and raised his head.

The scarecrow three thousand miles away also raised his head.

They all looked up at the dark sky. To be more precise, their gazes penetrated reality and looked up at the sky of the spiritual world that overlapped with reality.

Along with them, countless spiritual beings also raised their heads.

In the highest level of the spirit world, in this place that connects to the other eight extraordinary dimensions,

The space was distorted and there was a pure white mist spreading, as if another space was overlapping with this place. The mist gradually became thicker and stretched across hundreds of thousands of miles!

If this fog were to come into reality, it would be enough to cover the entire earth!
No, not just the spirit world!
The same pure white fog, in the crimson dimension, in hell, in the origin, in the abyss!

At the top of the nine dimensions, there is the same pure white mist.
In the fog, a huge figure lay horizontally, seemingly sleeping, with many terrifying phantoms beside him, such as the nine-headed hellhound stalking with its head held high, the war dragon roaring to the sky, and the void squid dancing with its tentacles.
There were also seven unique, indescribable majestic shadows, all floating in the pure white mist.

"Lord of Pure White!" Some extraordinary lives trembled and praised subconsciously.

The nine dimensions, each covering hundreds of thousands of miles, overlap in the fog at this moment.

After a few breaths, the tenth dimension also overlapped, accompanied by a vortex of crazy colors!
(End of this chapter)