AnalogHorror: Rule Kaidan 4016
Chapter 822 - 379: Old Mo’s Heart_2

Chapter 822: Chapter 379: Old Mo’s Heart_2

’02’ implies that I should do everything possible to maintain the operation of the ’Holy Hall,’ ensuring it continues to release that kind of wave...

Having figured this out, Lin Yi deeply inhaled and left the area underneath the ’Holy Hall,’ slowly walking towards the Night Watchman.

He doubted whether he had the capability to act on behalf of the Night Watchman’s authority, but he never doubted the Night Watchman’s confidence in him.

The Night Watchman had explained it all so thoroughly, so there definitely wouldn’t be a problem if he handled it.

The pot is passed to your hands, but you don’t need to stir it, just turn it over at the critical moment, that’s all, it shouldn’t be difficult... right?

He looked at the ’Holy Hall,’ this quantum giant clock so enormously large, standing before it, the thought of ringing this bell with a mortal body filled him with a sense of awe akin to a mayfly shaking a tree.

Even for him, merely touching the ’Holy Hall’ was the limit, to think of shaking it was nothing but a fool’s dream.

’Let’s try supplying it with golden aura first.’

Lin Yi made up his mind and began approaching the ’Holy Hall.’

However, the ’Holy Hall,’ seemingly within arms reach, exuded an aura of unwelcomeness, stoutly blocking Lin Yi three meters away.

’How could this be? Do I not even qualify to get near it?’

A sense of frustration arose in Lin Yi’s heart, the surface of the ’Holy Hall’ presented arcane engravings flowing with mystical ripples, as if reflecting the twilight lingering from the ancient times.

His heart surged with defiance, he clenched his teeth and charged towards the invisible barrier surrounding the ’Holy Hall.’

A joke! If you can’t even place the fuel nozzle into the tank, how can you talk about refueling?!

As Lin Yi entered the invisible barrier, his body visibly disintegrated at a rapid pace, as if he had fallen into a pool of sulfuric acid.

The pain that couldn’t be described in words instantly eroded his soul, almost devouring his will. His body was soon in tatters, but he kept moving closer to the ’Holy Hall.’

A sky-blue breath surged ceaselessly within him, continuously repairing his body.

The scene before Lin Yi’s eyes kept shattering and changing; he knew this wasn’t annihilation but a kind of permeation!

The invisible barrier of the ’Holy Hall’ blasted his body into many layers, and his crumbling perspective was a blend of those numerous layers.

He stared intently at the quantum giant clock ahead, watching the ancient engravings on its body, thus shielding his will from the influence of the ’Holy Hall.’

In that space filled with a sense of destruction, a corner of the ’Holy Hall’ floated quietly, its contour resembling a memory from ancient times. The body of the clock even showed a profound and ethereal blue hue that wasn’t observed upon the first glance, as if encapsulating the secrets of the infinite universe.

Above the clock body, ancient and complex secret marks were engraved, and beyond these markings, floated a layer of non-material ethereal light and shadow...

He had seen these secret marks before, but as he drew closer, in those floating ethereal secret marks on the surface of the ’Holy Hall,’ he discovered a flowing brilliance, akin to the circuit boards of a mysterious technology far more advanced than the present world...

And those secret marks corresponded with each other, forming a highly logical halo. They moved in a stable yet slow manner, vibrating continuously with the fluctuations of the wave, with every halo seemingly representing an unknown temporal dimension or information frequency.

In the center of the ’Holy Hall,’ a core radiated strange light, the space around the core seemed to be in a constant state of collapse and repair, and with this peculiar birth-and-destruction relationship, layers of power accumulated within the engravings on the clock body. Some infiltrating powers radiated outwards from the core, intertwining with the rotating halos, projecting, occasionally erupting pulses of light that merged into the world of the Bell Tower.

The ’Holy Hall’ itself was also incredibly unique, at times solid and at times illusory, as if it was a dynamic structure woven from light and shadow, parts of its body resembled a crystal that had been deconstructed and reassembled. Numerous facets refracted brilliant light in the rhythmic process, these beams of light, like laser beams, projected complex geometric patterns on the ground beneath the ’Holy Hall,’ at times assembling into mysterious interstellar maps, and at times transforming into indecipherable quantum matrices.

And the position corresponding to that matrix is precisely where Lin Yi once meditated.

From this angle, the area where Lin Yi previously meditated seemed enveloped by a nearly imperceptible energy field, within which countless tiny breaths flickered. These breaths leapt and twinkled as if signals seeping through from ancient times, writing their trajectory with the waves of the ’Holy Hall,’ transmitting some special message to the world.

"Is this what the ’Holy Hall’ really looks like?"

"Or, even so, is it merely the tip of the iceberg?"

Lin Yi was deeply shocked by this perfect and magnificent creation, unable to imagine that such a ingeniously divine artifact could be an Extraordinary Creation forged by human civilization!

He couldn’t help but wonder, those known as the ’Original Apostles,’ what kind of beings were they?

Do they truly still fall within the category of humans?

Or are they... ’God’?

Lin Yi was deeply attracted by the Secret Mark on the ’Holy Hall,’ and when he forgot that he was suffering from the invisible barrier’s attack of the ’Holy Hall,’ his body did not vanish anymore.

It was a magical process, as if "Once I understand, I no longer feel fear, nor will I be harmed by you.

He finally crossed that space of about three meters and arrived in front of the ’Holy Hall.’

He stood there, the waves of ’Holy Hall’ gently sweeping over his body like a breeze over tree tops, causing his clothes to flutter slightly.

"The ’Holy Hall’..." he murmured to himself, a trace of piety in his eyes, as he gazed at the Secret Mark, like a mortal attracted by light, witnessing a divine revelation suddenly descending from the sky.

He felt something, like a call, like a whisper, like an ancient greeting, finally crossing time to reach his ears.

He slightly trembled his hand, slowly touching the surface of the Bell Tower.

"Hum..."

Upon lightly touching the Bell Tower, the body of the bell gently vibrated, accompanied by a touch as cold as the polar ice, a mysterious ripple also released from the surface of the ’Holy Hall.’

Lin Yi felt the golden aura inside him as if an opening had been created, gushing into the ’Holy Hall’ with a "whoosh whoosh whoosh."

Soon, a strong sense of weakness enveloped him.

"This can’t be... Is it ’like being absorbed by Old Mo’ from before?"

Lin Yi wanted to curse, but he couldn’t even open his mouth. The ’Holy Hall’s absorption was terrifyingly powerful. If Old Mo’s method was like drawing blood from a vein, then the ’Holy Hall’ was like sucking directly from his artery, and not just any sucking, but like a Vampire, biting right onto the strongest jugular vein in his neck, followed by a wild drinking spree!

Old Mo, after all, was a "person" and knew moderation, but the ’Holy Hall’ was not human; it was all about replenishment. In less than half a minute, Lin Yi’s body turned into skin and bones, looking sickly and skeletal.

He clenched his mouth tightly, veins under his skin exposed, not even having the strength to groan.

"If this continues... I will certainly die!"

"My body... what are you going to do?"

Lin Yi was very self-aware, knowing clearly that at his current level, he was unable to manipulate the golden aura at will, but his body’s Instinct could!