Breaking Through the Storm!
This leap was even more dangerous than Meng Chao’s leap from Thousand Blades Peak to Scarlet Peak.
At that time, although the spatial gaps were similarly narrow, the surroundings were also filled with invisible spirit energy turbulence, those were all natural occurrences.
As long as Meng Chao was not so unlucky as to walk into a trap, he would not easily activate the terrifying energy contained within.
The magic storm in front of him was the aftermath of the magic explosion three thousand years ago. It contained the spirit power of countless high-level mages and Holy Light priests.
In a sense, it was alive.
It was a magic scroll condensed by the high-level mages three thousand years ago who sacrificed countless lives.
When Meng Chao followed the path of the Wolf King, he also narrowly brushed past the magic storm at the distance of a hair.
In the depths of the stimulated magic storm, countless flames, icicles, wind blades, and lightning shot out.
They were like countless pairs of strange hands with fangs embedded in them, clawing at Meng Chao’s ankles.
Even though Meng Chao saw the wolf king jump into the giant hole with his own eyes.
He felt his hair stand on end, and his sweat froze.
Fortunately, the Wolf King had already shown him how to dodge the Magic Storm.
Meng Chao did the same. He curled up his legs and shot at the top of the hole like a round bullet. Then, he suddenly changed his direction.
Along with a series of crackling sounds from his bones, he reversed the magnetic levitation force, as if he had added a thousand pounds to his body. At the same time, it seemed to increase the gravity of the Earth by ten times in an instant, and he fell straight down.
In the center of the giant hole, amidst the high-speed rotating magic storm, there was indeed a calm "Eye of the storm".
The problem was that this "Eye of the storm"looked extremely narrow. The slightest carelessness would cause it to touch the surrounding magic storm, and it would be torn into pieces by lightning, flames, icicles, and wind blades.
What was even more terrifying was that in the depths of the magic storm, the spiritual power of the high-level mages and holy light priests from three thousand years ago was like a surging tide that would never calm down. It passed through three thousand years, it was still endless and surged into Meng Chao’s mind.
The spiritual power seeped into his visual and auditory nerves.
It immediately turned into a lifelike army of thousands of horses. With the momentum of breaking mountains and rivers, they galloped freely in Meng Chao’s brain ditch, as if they wanted to crush him like an ant blocking a chariot.
Meng Chao immediately felt a splitting headache.
It was as if an invisible giant axe had split open his skull, and the broken skull had turned his brain into mush again.
Recalling the Wolf King’s advice, Meng Chao hurriedly circulated his psionic power to interfere with his visual and auditory nerves, blocking the chaotic information and flooding into the cerebral cortex through the neural network.
In a moment of desperation, he even let a huge amount of psionic power flood into his brain, deliberately creating a slight cerebral hemorrhage, using the blood clots to block part of the cerebral vessels and reduce the brain’s function.
With the method of ‘killing 800 enemies, but losing 1000 yourself’, he built a ‘firewall’in his brain to prevent the spiritual energy left by the high-level sorcerers from invading the depths of his brain.
In this way, he could no longer control every muscle fiber and nerve endings in his body as he wished.
Just like a gambler who threw a dice, he could only wait quietly without changing his expression or his heart.
Even if there was a mountain of knives and a sea of fire below, he would still use his body of steel and bones to smash them into pieces!
The huge hole seemed to be bottomless, its depth far exceeding the height of the peak of the sacred mountain.
Meng Chao felt that his falling speed was getting faster and faster.
He was about to turn into a whistling meteorite, about to rub against the surrounding air and create a dazzling flame.
And this flame turned around, attacking his capillaries and large blood vessels through his pores, wanting to burn every drop of his blood into
After the flame, there was frost again.
Meng Chao felt as if he had fallen from a volcano into an ice cave. Countless streaks of cold air were as thin as cicada’s wings. They ignored the totem armor, skin, flesh, and bones, directly freezing his bone marrow into an ice block.
After the frost, there was lightning. Countless electric arcs were like hungry vipers and horned dragons swimming between his limbs and bones. He did not dare to imagine what his body had become.., was it like those unlucky people from Earth who touched high-voltage wires and were reduced to ashes.
When the electric arcs finally penetrated his body and the pain that was worse than death gradually subsided, he felt that he had fallen into an extremely corrosive poisonous pool, the acid that was everywhere was like thousands of tiny insects with sharp teeth, crazily gnawing at his skin, flesh, nerves, and every cell.
The indescribable pain, mixed with the numbness and itch that was harder to endure than the pain, turned into an extremely strong impulse in Meng Chao’s heart, tempting him to repair his damaged visual and auditory nerves, so that he could open his eyes wide to see what he had become, to hear what kind of situation he was in, and whether the bottom led to the core of the Earth or the underworld?
However, Meng Chao only gritted his teeth.
He swallowed the sparks from the friction between his teeth, along with the blood-stained saliva.
He repeatedly told himself that all of this was an illusion.
It was all an illusion caused by the invasion of his nerve endings.
The goal was to connect himself to the entire nervous system so that the magic storm could follow his nerve endings and invade the central nervous system, or even spread to the entire brain.
"I’m Still Alive!
"Although my eyes can’t see and my ears can’t hear, every sense of touch and hearing from my fingers and skin may not be real.
"But I can still think.
"This is enough to prove that my brain tissue has not been seriously damaged. This is the right path.
"I think, so I’m Here!"
After an unknown amount of time.
Meng Chao thought that he had fallen from the top of the sacred mountain, which was 10,000 meters high, to the bottom of the Earth’s crust, which was 10,000 meters deep.
The Flames, Frost, electric arcs, and venom that were tightly wrapped and fiercely tearing at him suddenly disappeared without a trace.
Just as Meng Chao breathed a sigh of relief, a brand-new illusion appeared in front of his eyes.
It was still the same battlefield filled with golden spears and iron horses, filled with thunder and lightning.
However, it had become a battlefield filled with corpses, flowing with blood, and burning super-large slaughter angels. The corpses of the experts piled up like mountains. Because they contained too much spiritual energy, they exploded one after another after rotting and fermenting, it was a tragic scene like Asura’s hell.
In the center of the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, stood a high-level mage whose clothes were ragged and full of scars. He was so skinny that he looked like a piece of withered wood, and he swayed like a wandering ghost.
The white robe on his body, which was surrounded by golden threads, had already been burned to a thousand holes by the flames of war.
However, it revealed a body that was almost translucent, and densely packed and shining magic runes.
What was surprising was that these magic runes were like living things, twisting and changing like burning insects.
They were changing their own shape, and also changing the order of their arrangement.
To use an inappropriate analogy.
This high-level mage’s semi-transparent body was like some kind of strange display or information output tool. After receiving mysterious information from God knows where, it followed his every move, it spread to the entire land.
"No…"
Even though he had killed his way to the top of the sacred mountain, his face was still full of worry. After seeing the true face of the sacred mountain’s temple, the high-level mage, who had become even more frustrated and even terrified, opened his arms and blocked Meng Chao, he used the language of the Tulan Beastmen once again to give his advice, "Don’t… Open… the… underground… awaken… the… terrifying… Demon King…"
Behind him, in the depths of the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, there was a heart-palpitating squirming sound. It was as if something had broken out of the ground and was expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye.
It was a black silhouette.
It was something that looked like an octopus or a virus magnified billions of times. However, it was also like an ancient tree covered in a cluster of bacteria. It seemed to have ten thousand eyes and ten thousand tentacles. It was something indescribable.
Although he could not see the real face of the black silhouette clearly.
However, the ear-piercing laughter that came from the depths of the black silhouette reminded Meng Chao of an extremely dangerous memory that was hidden deep in his brain.
The memory of the ‘mother’.
Bang!
Meng Chao landed heavily on the ground.
All the illusions, whether it was the white-haired, white-bearded, skinny, worried high-level spellcaster, or the black silhouette with billions of eyes and tentacles, were shattered into pieces.
Meng Chao cleared his mind, sprawled on the ground, holding his breath and waiting for a long time.
He confirmed that the surrounding spiritual magnetic environment had stabilized.
Then, he repaired the cerebral vessels one by one, connecting the visual and auditory nerves, and carefully looked around.
Fortunately, under the protection of the totem armor, he was not torn off a few fingers or toes by the magic storm, nor did he break any bones.
Well, he did not break too many bones, allowing the sharp broken bones to pierce into his internal organs.
As for the concussion, internal bleeding, and the spider web-like cracks that covered his bones, for Meng Chao who had half a foot into the godly state, they were all like bleeding gums caused by fire, not worth mentioning at all.
Meng Chao silently repaired his injuries, quickly analyzing the information gathered by his eyes, ears, and even his ten fingers.
It seemed that he had landed safely at the bottom of the giant cave.
Looking Up, the cave entrance, which was more than 100 arms in length and width, had long become smaller than the tip of a needle and was extremely dim.
If he did not have sharper vision than a falcon and had carefully observed and analyzed it for a long time, he would not have been able to see where the cave entrance was.
In that case, even if he had not fallen directly from the top of the sacred mountain into the Earth’s crust.
He had already fallen through the entire sacred mountain and arrived in another space, or he was stuck in a spatial fold.
The good news was that he had already broken through the magic storm.
It was calm here. Both the space and the ground were very stable — perhaps, it was a little too stable.
Meng Chao clenched his fist and lightly knocked on the ground under his butt.
He discovered that it was not an ordinary layer of rock, but a kind of material that was neither metal nor iron, but was extremely hard.
Moreover, it was extremely flat. There were no signs of weathering, distortion, and fragmentation that would inevitably exist if an ordinary rock layer was eroded over time. There were only very subtle arcs and lines.
It did not seem to have been formed naturally, but rather, it seemed to have been cast artificially..