Chapter 283: Sect Master’s Blessing
Returning to the inn room where he was staying, Fang Mu sat at the head of the bed and continued flipping through the 《Night Tour Notes》. Without Wang Zheng disturbing him nearby, he could read more focused and immersed.
Although he had already finished reading the section about the Toad Frog God, Fang Mu couldn’t help but curiously want to continue reading.
The content recorded in the book made one uneasy. This was clearly just a translated manuscript, but the text on it still had an eerie magic power. The reader was like under hypnosis, incredibly immersed in it, as if every word was deeply imprinted in the mind, and it seemed to slowly change a person’s behavior patterns.
Fang Mu felt his soul being submerged by an invisible darkness and unknown. His consciousness was falling into a world filled with madness and fear.
The monsters and abnormal gods described in the book seemed to leap off the page, now standing in the same dimension as him. His reason was slowly worn down with the reading, his nerves becoming increasingly tense, and the fear deepening with every passing second.
Suddenly and abruptly, the emperors of the South Sea and North Sea, the gods of time and space, after mistakenly killing the Emperor of the Center Hundun, felt guilt in their hearts, a rift between the gods. The chaotic turbid qi that leaked out upon Hundun’s death took advantage of the weakness to enter, making the two chaotic and mad, entwined as one, becoming the Gate Master, transcending all things, all things returning to one, dominating spacetime, residing in the Ultimate Abyss.
Gate Master, master of spacetime, the one to whom all things return, Lord of All Things transcending all things, residing in the Ultimate Abyss. He left keys in the infinite universe to unlock the ultimate secrets of the universe. Those fated ones who obtain the key will be qualified to step into the Ultimate Abyss, share supreme wisdom and supreme divinity with the Gate Master, becoming existences transcending transcendence.
“Gate Master… Lord of All Things transcending all things…” Fang Mu murmured, and the scene before his eyes underwent an eerie change. The book in his hand slowly decomposed, and eerie, inexplicable music seemed to sound in his ears.
That was a sound from some unknown musical instrument, pleasant and melodious yet doubly uncomfortable, penetrating the soul while also wearing down the soul. This was not music that should exist in the human world, nor a sound humans were fortunate to enjoy.
When Fang Mu discovered that the 《Night Tour Notes》 in his hand had completely disappeared, he suddenly snapped out of the immersive reading state, immediately feeling a bone-chilling cold invading his entire body. His body was stiff and unable to move. He just tried to make a motion to get up, but found he couldn’t do it at all. His body lost balance and he fell to the side.
The place where he fell was not soft but not hard either. The ground visible to the eye was a dazzling white light path.
“So familiar.” Fang Mu looked at the scene before him, familiar yet strange. Then the memories forgotten deep in the corner of his mind slowly surfaced. He finally recalled that he had come here many times, but after leaving, he had self-blocked those memories due to excessive fear.
Fang Mu heard it: that bone-shaving, soul-devouring music was right ahead, within that majestic door.
“This is the entrance to the Ultimate Abyss, and ahead is the Ultimate Abyss Gate?” Fang Mu breathed heavily, his eyes turning red, fear and excitement mixed together. For a moment, he couldn’t distinguish his true emotions.
After realizing where he was, Fang Mu couldn’t help but feel puzzled. Why had he come to this place? Why could he come here?
He soon remembered that he had used the divine artifact of the two gods Shu and Hu, the former forms of the Lord of All Things: that nail and hammer. He had also used the nail and hammer to reopen his ear aperture and eye aperture on himself.
“What is heard is what is heard, what is seen is what is seen… What I hear now is what the Gate Master hears, what I see is what the Gate Master can see. I am sharing senses with Him.” Fang Mu finally understood. At the same time, he finally connected it to the “will” content left for him by his next-life self.
There is more than one blessing on my body, meaning that he was also being watched by this mad god of spacetime.
As he was thinking this, Fang Mu felt the surrounding environment crack open with several fissures out of thin air. Those fissures gradually outlined the shape of closed eyelids. Those eyes slowly opened, and eyeballs flexibly turning stared dead at him.
“Gate Master.” Fang Mu’s face paled. Seeing the spacetime master gradually revealing a twisted, deformed form, he only felt fear about to submerge his consciousness again.
Only eerie high-frequency wing-flapping sounds were heard from all directions. Fang Mu quickly looked around and indeed saw huge mantis figures. But this time when they appeared, contrasted with those huge eyes, they seemed so small and loyal.
Fang Mu heard that group of eyes emit a voice. Immediately after, those mantises whose true appearance couldn’t be seen boldly leaped out, all waving their sharp blades slashing toward him.
Fang Mu let out a scream, closed his eyes and rolled to the right, then felt a strong sense of weightlessness. His whole body fell into an abyss, heart palpitations choking his throat.
Splash!
A falling sound was heard. Fang Mu landed on his back, his flailing limbs gradually feeling gravity and the touch of the ground, slowly regaining calm and opening his eyes again.
Darkness void, white light avenue, Ultimate Gate, infinite endless eyes… all disappeared. What he saw was only the ordinary inn room environment, and his own wretched self fallen from the bed, soaked in cold sweat.
Fang Mu gasped heavily, wiped cold sweat and crawled up from the ground. When getting up, he saw the state of the bed quilt and his pupils contracted again.
The bedding was slashed open by a sharp blade, carved with a strange, mysterious unknown symbol. For some reason, though he had never seen it before, Fang Mu recognized at a glance what this symbol represented: the fallen, mad master of spacetime.
“Could this be something I did?” Fang Mu couldn’t believe it. He shook his head frantically wanting to deny it. His reason operated rapidly. This couldn’t be something he did… because it was impossible. To carve such a large symbol so cleanly on this 2.2-meter-wide bed, he would need a blade at least longer than his arm, but he didn’t carry such a knife.
Fang Mu hugged his trembling self, thinking of those mantises that had attacked him all at once…
It was those mantises that did it, it must be!
Fang Mu didn’t dare think deeply. He rushed into the bathroom, turned on the showerhead, and without even taking off his clothes, stood under the water flow from the showerhead, letting the water drench him, imagining himself as a mindless little grass.
Feeling the water temperature turn from cold to warm, his out-of-control emotions and disordered senses slowly returned to balance.
“The Gate Master and the time travel and spacetime loop happening to me are definitely related.” Fang Mu, while unbuttoning his water-soaked, heavy clothes and throwing them outside the bathroom, calmly thought, “Those mantises that appear at the end of every life of mine and slash me to death are the Gate Master’s kin or servants. They act against me because of the Gate Master’s will.”
Fang Mu leaned against the wall, looking down at the water swirling into the drain, muttering to himself: “This is the Gate Master’s blessing for me.”
