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Chapter 823 - 380: Lin Yi Rings the Bell

Chapter 823: Chapter 380: Lin Yi Rings the Bell

Sometimes the Night Watchman is right; his memory might malfunction, but his Instinct never errs, so——

"I leave it to you, my body!"

Lin Yi made a move akin to giving up resistance at the critical moment, and the "Holy Hall" did not disappoint, abruptly draining him completely on the spot...

With a ’thud...’, Lin Yi was adhered to the surface of the "Holy Hall," his flesh stripped from him and absorbed by the Holy Altar, leaving behind only a golden skeleton that had been "forged" earlier, along with the brain, heart, and viscera wrapped within it, still standing strong and staunchly supporting him there.

Lin Yi was flabbergasted...

What about, my Instinct?

Not far away, Old Mo, who was still consuming "life" to pull Mu Daxian out from the Mirror World, with only his heart still "thumping," was also flabbergasted. What’s happening with Lin Yi? I’m not even dead after all this?!

What kind of monster is he...?

As the last drop of blood, Old Mo couldn’t help but let out a terrified exclamation at this moment.

Having received official training, he knew that common Polluters could touch some lower-ranked Extraordinary Creations, but those innately existing Extraordinary Creations and those created by transcendent beings were not something ordinary life forms could meddle with.

Among them, the creations concocted by "the Last Angel Envoy" were the most so.

And this Quantum giant clock "Holy Hall" could indeed be considered a sort of divine artifact. For countless years, the Night Watchman oversaw the "Holy Hall," keeping vigil over the Art Building, the sky, and the sea.

Ordinary Art Teachers did not even have the privilege of climbing to the upper levels of the Bell Tower, let alone any creature other than the Night Watchman to approach the "Holy Hall," yet this guy, Lin Yi... actually approached it?

Approaching is one thing, but he’s not dead?

Although Lin Yi currently resembles a tortured soul who’s been grilled down to bare bones, the vitality bursting forth from within him is so vigorous it leaves even him amazed.

Could it be related to the "baptism" he received under the "Holy Hall" before? This thought emerged in Old Mo’s heart.

He wasn’t aware of what the Night Watchman and Lin Yi did before because those experiences that transcended consciousness, Time dimensions, and Layers were simply not visible from Old Mo’s perspective.

But then an even more astonishing scene transpired before Old Mo, the golden skeletal frame of Lin Yi, like barbeque on a grill, began to emit golden aura profusely—those auras seemed to be wrung out from his bones.

This... this aura... isn’t that too much...

On the way here, Lin Yi did not have that much...

Old Mo watched, dumbstruck, unable to imagine what Lin Yi had been through in the process of climbing the steps.

At this moment, Lin Yi, who was closely attached to the "Holy Hall," as the golden aura was being stripped from his bones by the "Holy Hall" one by one, was also experiencing a sensation of life rapidly ebbing away, a powerful weariness spreading from the depths of his Spirit, quickly pervading his entire body.

He wanted to keep himself awake, to suppress this weariness, but a strange induction suddenly coursed through his body like an electric current!

He shivered violently!

"This...?!"

That’s the sensation!!

His spirit jolted and he immediately ceased resisting.

Just now, he felt a tide of emotion that belonged to him, yet didn’t belong to him!

Like the yawn before a wild beast awakens.

"Here it comes!"

He let go of his mind, allowing his will to be freely trampled by the feeling of weakness, while sensing the fatal Gravity emanating from the "Holy Hall," sensing that...

"The scent of death..." he uncontrollably uttered.

Without flesh on his face and relying solely on his organs, he shouldn’t have been able to make any sound, yet a voice echoed around him.

It was like his own yet like someone else’s, the voice overlapping, indiscernible whether it belonged to one person or... an entirety.

"Fufufu..."

"This sensation..."

"Fufufu... just this sensation!"

Lin Yi’s skeletal face scraped against the "Holy Hall" arduously, his smile growing more fierce and dreadful.

"The scent of death..."

"Long-lost... the scent of death!"

"Fufufu... fufufu..."

The golden aura, initially wrung out from Lin Yi’s body and voraciously devoured by the "Holy Hall," now slowed down significantly with his sinister laughter, even showing a hint of stagnation.

Gradually, the golden aura began to disassemble in reverse, turning into a scarlet blood light and a deep blue airflow.

Three kinds of auras swirled around Lin Yi’s skeleton, driving the bones in his arms to exert force, like a person doing push-ups, slowly lifting his body off from the "Holy Hall."

Between him and the "Holy Hall" there were numerous strands of thread-like filaments, not material in nature. Upon closer inspection, it would become apparent that they were one of the channels for transferring the golden aura.

They were like capillaries connecting Lin Yi and the surface of the "Holy Hall," causing the golden aura inside him to flood over like a breached dam.

And as he now pushed himself up, these threads became slack, and as he pushed, they finally snapped like resilient vermicelli.