The invisible, unsettling sense of oppression in the air grew stronger and stronger.
Jiang Chan's heart was racing uncontrollably, and her throat felt dry.
She kept her head down, her peripheral vision fixed on the back of the guard disciple leading the way. All other thoughts were forcibly suppressed, leaving only that crazy plan spinning wildly in her mind.
grafting!
The grafting must be completed in the instant of enduring the backlash!
The massive doors of the Sky-Gazing Palace slowly opened, and an even more intense and suffocating energy surged forth, causing Jiang Chan to feel a slight tingling on her skin.
The scene inside the hall remains unchanged.
The enormous Sky-Gazing Mirror floated above the core of the complex array in the center. The mirror surface was no longer calm as it had been before, but rather resembled a boiling lava lake, constantly churning with chaotic light in shades of dark red, deep purple, and inky black, emanating an ominous aura that sent shivers down one's spine.
Several figures stood below the mirror.
The leader was a figure whose face was obscured by a hazy starlight, whose aura was vast and unfathomable—it was the Pavilion Master.
Several elders stood beside him, dressed in dark purple robes trimmed with gold.
One of them stood out from the crowd like a crane among chickens. He was none other than the law enforcement elder, Li Wufeng. He was as tall and strong as an iron tower, with a cold and hard face. His sharp, hawk-like eyes were sweeping over the three people, including Jiang Chan, who had been brought in.
His gaze was cold and indifferent, as if he were assessing several tools that were about to be scrapped.
Jiang Chan immediately felt a heavy pressure fall on her, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.
She lowered her head tightly, not daring to make any contact with his gaze, her body trembling slightly in response, like a frightened piece of waste.
She could feel Li Wufeng's gaze linger on her for a moment, scrutinizing her, before indifferently looking away.
"Let's begin," the Pavilion Master's emotionless voice rang out.
Buzz—
The Sky-Gazing Mirror suddenly burst forth with blinding light, causing the entire hall to tremble violently. The churning chaos within the mirror instantly transformed into a tangible, viscous torrent filled with destructive energy.
This time, Jiang Chan "saw" things more clearly.
It wasn't just simple energy; it was more like countless shattered, howling, burning, desperate futures being forcibly torn apart and coalesced into a destructive torrent. She saw it:
A gigantic, terrifying wolf covered in frost-covered bone armor stood atop a throne piled high with corpses and bones, howling at the sky, its crimson eyes sweeping across the snow-covered plains...
Countless ferocious monsters surged like a black tide, breaking through the ancient pass and rushing towards the bustling human city, where flames instantly engulfed everything...
The earth trembled and split open into a bottomless canyon, swallowing the fleeing crowd...
Chaos! Bloodshed! Despair! A torrent of future fragments, larger, more terrifying, and more suffocating than the last, crashed down upon the three tiny substitute bodies with a crushing will!
Excruciating pain!
Indescribable pain instantly overwhelmed Jiang Chan!
Ten times more intense than last time!
It was as if millions of red-hot steel needles were piercing her sea of consciousness at the same time, or as if scalding hot oil was poured directly onto every nerve in her body. Those countless terrifying fragments of images, carrying a chilling despair and an aura of destruction, were like countless blunt knives, frantically cutting and tearing at her consciousness!
"Ah—!" The old woman only had time to let out a short, shrill scream that was so inhuman before she fell straight down, her body convulsing violently, and blood gushing from her seven orifices instantly staining the ground red.
The young man let out a beast-like howl, curled up on the ground clutching his head, his body trembling violently as if he had a seizure, and his eyes quickly became unfocused.
Jiang Chan felt like a leaf in a raging storm, about to be torn to shreds in an instant. Her consciousness teetered on the brink of collapse under the terrifying impact, and the excruciating pain made her want to faint immediately!
no!
Don't faint!
Now!
In the critical moment when her consciousness was about to be completely overwhelmed, Jiang Chan used her last bit of strength, as if clinging to a straw in a raging storm, to let out a silent scream from the depths of her sea of consciousness:
"Graft! Target: Blood Moon Collapses! Soul-Splitting Pierces Sever! Seven Kills Shift! Graft! Quickly!!"
[Information grafting module activated! Target fragment features locked! Fake fragment generation in progress...]
[Generation complete! Feature matching accuracy 98.7%! Grafting timing... 0.3 seconds later!]
Jiang Chan felt as if her consciousness was being forcibly torn in two amidst excruciating pain!
One half was enduring a terrifying backlash capable of destroying the soul, while the other half remained strangely "awake," like an operator detached from the situation, staring intently at the destructive torrent of countless fragments of despair crashing down upon them!
Now!
The very core of that torrent, the one with the strongest impact and the closest connection to the energy circuit of the great array, was about to completely engulf her!
[Grafting! Execution!]
Buzz!
Jiang Chan felt as if her core consciousness had been stabbed hard by something. A very faint thing, but whose shape, fluctuations, and even the ominous aura it emitted were extremely similar to the real backlash fragments, was precisely woven into that destructive torrent by the system.
This "contaminated" torrent, without pausing, carried the deadly fragment of the "virus" and, like venom flowing against the current, silently poured into the depths of the most core and sacred divination array of the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion, following the invisible energy connection between the Sky-Gazing Mirror and the core of the array.
It's done!
Almost the instant the grafting was completed, Jiang Chan's last shred of "consciousness" that she had forcibly maintained completely collapsed, and an overwhelming torrent of excruciating pain and destructive information instantly engulfed her.
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