Blind Spot
Chapter 418 - 383 Secret One

Chapter 418: 383 Secret One

Tong City.

Security Bureau Building.

"I want to devour him! Devour him!!" In the lounge, Saul was covered in shadows, half human, half extending into the upper body of a dragon.

He was furiously roaring, angrily stomping back and forth in the hall.

"Stop yelling. Under the oppression of that Dongjun, you can do nothing. The strongest of the Blind Spot indeed possesses considerable power," Farn spoke calmly.

He and Ying stood at opposite corners, watching the irate and agitated Saul with cold eyes.

Their Shadow Dragon Clan had a grouping trait, but that didn’t mean every Shadow Dragon trusted their companions completely.

Competition within cooperation, that was the instinct in their blood.

"If it weren’t for that Dongjun, I would already be in Fengnan Province devouring that waste called Destiny! He actually dared to kill my shadow spawn in Andu! This is a great humiliation to me!" Saul roared in anger.

"Now isn’t the time. That Destiny has some special abilities, but after recovery research, we can conclude it’s a kind of ability that forcibly controls the opponent by consuming consciousness. It’s somewhat like the precursor to Imprints, but far weaker. As long as we cover our bodies with a special shadow that isolates, we can block that strong controlling influence," Ying stated indifferently.

As a higher Shadow Dragon who had fought and devoured countless enemies, she had almost immediately thought of a countermeasure and had identified the greatest weakness of Li Chengyi’s Hand of Obsession.

That was, it feared blocking objects extremely.

"But we still can’t break the agreement now; our injuries have not healed, and the subsequent evolution also needs to be coordinated here," Farn said. "According to Emperor Yi’s arrangement, in a few days, we will be able to go to deep space here and devour everything we need at will."

"So we just have to watch that Destiny behaving arrogantly there!?" Saul said angrily.

"Wait... just wait a little longer... Destiny is the mixed-blood we’ve been looking for; sooner or later we will find him and devour him. So for now, it’s just letting them live a few more days," Farn consoled.

"Yes, if it weren’t for Andu pressing down, that guy would have been dead a long time ago! Once I’ve retrieved all the essence, I’ll tear Destiny’s flesh into countless pieces and stick them onto my scales bit by bit!" Saul said, extremely agitated.

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Suiyang.

After dealing with all kinds of materials for the dead energy plating, Li Chengyi took the initiative to contact Yserine.

Mingyuan Group had its team, with Hai Sha and Chen Jiahan, so there was no need for him to continue paying attention.

In reality, his powers had basically reached their peak.

The real trouble now was the Blind Spot.

Pursuing Imprints was also to break free from the Blind Spot, to avoid being torn apart by the terrifying monsters that followed one after another.

After confirming the meeting time with Teacher Yserine,

Li Chengyi finally returned to Mingyuan Headquarters where Xindela was located.

The meeting with Xindela took place in a small indoor botanical garden within the headquarters building.

The old man was carefully watering a cluster of newly blooming tulips and adjusting the temperature of the warm lighting lamp.

The spacious ash-white botanical garden was enclosed in a large glass house, with company employees passing by outside.

The interior was visible from the outside.

The dense variety of plants gave the place a tropical rainforest vibe.

Walking among them, Li Chengyi even saw a small rainbow formed by the mist of the sprinklers.

Xindela stood under the rainbow, dressed in a gray linen shirt and loose black trousers, resembling an old farmer, without any trace of his usual demeanor and attire.

"This is the indoor circular botanical garden I just created, nice isn’t it?" Xindela said with a smile.

"It’s very nice. But we don’t have much time, let’s talk about the Book of Distortion," Li Chengyi said, which was his reason for coming here.

"Yes, I understand, the Blind Spot is like a deadly Wraith, relentlessly pursuing you," Xindela sighed, straightening up.

"All this time, I still don’t know what your Flower Language Ability is, can you tell me?" Li Chengyi asked.

Among these people, it was only Xindela and Chen Jiahan whose Flower Language he did not know, as he already knew about everyone else.

"Actually, my Flower Language is indeed a bit different from the others," Xindela said with a smile. "I don’t have the pursuit of the Blind Spot, so, in the beginning, I based my purpose on the power of the Flower Language Technology."

He put down the watering can and gently touched a silver pattern on the back of his hand.

Facing Li Chengyi’s curious gaze, he smiled and said,

"My main flower is the clover."

"Dream come true!? Your Flower Language is dream come true!?" Li Chengyi was startled.

By now, his collection of Flower Language had become a database, in which not only was his own gathered information, but also a compilation of data gathered by the entire team through tests and trials.

So immediately, he remembered what the other party’s Flower Language Ability was.

"Dream come true, this ability sounds powerful, but in reality, which dream in this world comes true without any cost?" Xindela said with a sigh. "My Flower Language simply reflects specific actionable steps based on the dreams I provide. If the difficulty is too high, I cannot achieve it—it remains just a castle in the air. If the difficulty is too low, it would waste the opportunity to set a dream."

His dream come true is a monthly fixed opportunity to define a dream; once defined, the Flower Language would provide actionable steps and plans.

Beyond that, this Flower Language had no other abilities.

And Xindela, he achieved his position of gathering vast amounts of secret information from outside his office through this ability.

"Let’s talk about the Book of Distortion," Li Chengyi changed the subject.

"Through the Flower Language Ability, I successfully extracted the Twist book. But... the text on it is unrecognizable. It doesn’t have a fixed shape; each character changes into six different forms within a second, and different people see different forms. It’s simply impossible to decode," Xindela sighed.

"Someone placed the Twist book into the illusory world of a madwoman; a book that can be put into an illusion is not meant to be read by normal means. Let me give it a try," Li Chengyi said solemnly.

"That’s right. After all, it is the mystic tome of The Fallen Clan recording the genesis of Blind Spots. It’s also intermixed with The Fallen Clan’s own transformations and history. There’s bound to be a reading threshold," Xindela nodded. "Well then, I’ll hand the book over to you for now."

"Where is it?" Li Chengyi asked.

Xindela did not respond but turned and walked to a large camphor tree, tapping on its trunk with her hand.

Pff.

A drawer automatically sprang open, popping out from the middle of the trunk.

Within the black drawer lay a special book.

It had a grayish-white cover, with an image of a distorted, open hand.

The hand had only four fingers, with sharp nails, and the palm was covered with sharp cruciform cuts.

At the bottom, a line of small print clearly written in Black Sea script: Twist book.

By now, Li Chengyi had become quite proficient at recognizing Black Sea script.

"It’s yours now," Xindela said, stepping aside to signal Li Chengyi to come and take it himself.

Without hesitation, Li Chengyi briskly stepped forward, approached the drawer, and gently picked up the eerie tome.

"In order to obtain this book, with the cooperation of Paine and other Blind Spot Individuals, we still lost five lives and thirteen people went completely mad. Even though all were death row inmates, such a price proves that this book is definitely not any safe artifact. You must be careful when looking through it!" Xindela warned.

"Understood," Li Chengyi said. He had been planning to retrieve the book himself, but he hadn’t expected Xindela to have obtained it for him already.

In Xindela’s presence, he gently opened the book to the first page.

Numerous black characters, like dancing figures, were chaotically writhing and twitching, not staying still.

Even in Black Sea script, Li Chengyi could not make out any meaning at that moment.

He pondered for a moment, then his hands slowly started to cover with grayish-white Death Energy.

The silent and cold aura completely enveloped the book.

Swiftly, all the squirming characters slowly settled down, slowing to a halt, and two minutes later, they completely stopped moving.

Only then did the book truly resemble a book.

Xindela watched with astonishment at the Death Energy over Li Chengyi’s hands, puzzled and surprised that he had managed to still the characters effortlessly—something he had tried to do in vain.

But he remained silent.

He just quietly waited and observed, ready to wake Li Chengyi immediately should anything go amiss.

"The Lan Meng Mountain Master left records saying that it was after obtaining this book that they ultimately managed to escape from the Blind Spot. I hope to find some hope within it," Li Chengyi said, nodding to Xindela and lowering his head to carefully read the now-stationary Black Sea script.

’The Fallen... Madness... Illusion... The past is the trace of all things, they endure in this world, floundering and drifting in the Black Sea.’

’Someday, the shattered pieces of these traces will return, attempting to twist their fate of eternal destruction and oblivion.’

As Li Chengyi watched the vast expanse of characters before him, his vision seemed to slowly develop double images.

The characters became more and more numerous, denser and denser, until his vision was completely engulfed in darkness.

’Everything is in motion, and there are inevitably faults and errors in time and space.’

’Blind Spots are the corners of those errors, forgotten, abandoned, an impasse representing the countless possibilities that lead to a dead end.’

’So they are discarded, becoming falsehood, because there is only need for one truth.’

In the darkness, Li Chengyi slowly saw a faint hint of red.

The red slowly enlarged and quickly approached, turning into a boiling expanse of blood.

He saw within the blood, something crawling, growing, and taking form; a figure made of blood-red flesh emerged.

A figure with only four fingers, no face, and no skin.

The figure extended its hand towards him, palm facing upwards.

From its palm, a mass of black blood surged forth.

The Blackblood twisted a few times, appearing as if trying to condense into a new little figure, but the form hesitated, abandoned the attempt, and turned into a small vase instead.

Soon, the vase too was forsaken, and the Blackblood morphed into a fish, a rabbit, a bird, a stone, a flame.

All sorts of shapes rapidly changed within the palm of the hand.

At the same time, wisps of phantasmal shadows broke free from the figure’s body, scattering and solidifying in the darkness around, forming a series of motionless paintings.

These still images began to fade with time, yet a few of them slowly grew brighter, even as they continued to recede from the figure, further and further away.

Watching this, Li Chengyi seemed to understand how Blind Spots are formed.

Lien’s message was indeed correct; the Twist book did indeed record the emergence and formation of a Blind Spot.

’So, how does one escape a Blind Spot?’ he pondered.

At that moment, the images before his eyes suddenly vanished, and everything once again was bright.