Blind Spot
Chapter 609: Erosion 2

Chapter 609: Erosion 2

This change was like a firmly locked door that had suddenly cracked open a sliver.

Had it been earlier, when Li Chengyi’s understanding of the shadow was not as strong, he would have felt nothing.

But now, having researched the entrance for so long and having discovered numerous patterns in the use of shadows, he instantly saw a glimmer of opportunity.

Sitting in the office chair, he lifted his hand and pointed.

Immediately, a series of the Swords of Wisdom shot into the crevice. These swords were condensed from Consciousness Power, able to expand or contract at will, entirely subject to Li Chengyi’s decision, and the limits of his observation were the limits to the thickness of the Swords of Wisdom.

The consecutive Swords of Wisdom turned into a thread of silk, rushing into the crevice and on the other side of the dark space, coalescing into a vague and transparent human form.

’It’s not bad to enter with the Primordial Spirit, even though the true body cannot.’

Li Chengyi raised his hand and looked at himself, his body now formed from a massive aggregation of the Swords of Wisdom’s Consciousness Power—a subentity separated from the Primordial Spirit Sword Palace.

Although his strength was only a third of his original body’s, it was enough.

To explore the Dragon Jail alone, this power was sufficient.

Immediately, with a thought, he flew towards the depths of the Shadow Dragon Prison.

Suddenly, black fog rolled, the shadows scattered in front, revealing a vast expanse of ash-white plain.

The ground was covered in ash-white powder-like substances, and a large horned, multi-winged black creature lay quietly on the ground, in a deep sleep, snoring loudly.

Li Chengyi raised his hand, and without a second word, a Sword of Wisdom burst from his palm, silently crossing several kilometers and striking the creature’s head fiercely.

Without further consideration, he attacked first; even if he were to subjugate followers, he had no need for the weak.

Those unable to withstand a casual strike with a third of his usual strength deserved to die.

For the beings inside the Dragon Jail, he held no regard; they were all reprehensible gangsters.

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The Deity’s realm of mountains and hills.

As the strongest representative within the Pure White God System’s intermediate-deity power level, Wu Di, born in the East, was a true succession of the Way of God’s Divine Enthronement.

The interior of his Deity’s realm also maintained this aesthetic, constructed like a paradise with pavilions and terraces, undulating mountains, a natural and lush landscape, with the Immortal Palace floating in the sky, surrounded by mist and the occasional long ringing of ancient bells.

Taoists traveled in groups, either flying on qi or riding cranes westward.

At the highest point among the mountains, inside a godly palace as dazzling as the sun and made of pure Gold,

Wu Di wore a tall crown and black robe, his face jade-like and skin milk-white, surrounded by a whisper of pure mountain deity power. Occasionally, it transformed into dark blue ribbons, adorned with golden divine patterns, flitting about.

He was attuning his inner qi, purifying and refining the radiating divine power of faith’s Divine Fire, making it purer and storing it away.

This was a necessary journey every deity had to undertake. When enough divine power was amassed, one could qualify to expand the scope of their divine functions and thereby modify their divinity, enhancing the Divine Fire.

The extent and direction of the divine functions determined the solidity of divinity and the size of its volume.

The divinity was like a furnace, and it also decided the strength and purity of the Divine Fire within.

One link after the other, deities worked on these stages, striving to reach perfection in each aspect.

"We have a visitor," Wu Di suddenly opened his eyes slightly, his pure golden irises looking distant.

Several pages inside the godly palace hurriedly got up to greet the guest.

However, before long, the three pages returned with puzzled looks.

"Divine Lord, no visitors were detected entering outside," they reported.

Wu Di slightly furrowed his brows, about to speak.

Bang!

Suddenly, the three pages in front of him exploded like balloons, their bodies bursting apart.

But instead of flesh and blood, what erupted was a gray-white viscous substance, like candle wax.

The scattered wax droplets flew in all directions, adhering to the inside walls and floors of the godly palace.

Everywhere it touched, all faint divine lights dulled and extinguished.

Moreover, outside the godly palace, numerous Holy Spirits, who were active a moment before, inexplicably exploded, turning into countless droplets of wax that splashed and scattered.

"White Wax! Have you gone mad!?" Wu Di, shocked and angry, stood up abruptly, letting out a roar.

At the same time, he swiftly illuminated his surroundings with purple talismans for protection.

Trying to send out messages, he found that the entire Deity’s realm had been completely sealed off.

The interior surface of the Deity’s realm, like a huge embryonic sac, was covered in a thick layer of White Wax at some point.

It was this layer of White Wax that cut off all signals and communication.

Just then, a gray-white humanoid figure with a head resembling a basin of white plant branches filled with countless twigs appeared out of thin air above the godly palace.

"The first one will be you," the tree-headed humanoid figure suddenly dove downwards, the entire figure blinking into the godly palace.

Soon after, the interior echoed with a series of cries of shock, outrage, and huge explosions.

But all the commotion was enclosed within the thick layer of White Wax, unable to escape.

About several minutes later, everything returned to calm.

The mountain god Wu Di slowly opened the door of the godly palace and flew out. His expression was as usual, serene and tranquil, and headed out of the Deity’s realm.

The direction he took was, surprisingly, that of another intermediate deity’s realm—the God of Snow and Ice.

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Shadow Dragon Prison.

Boom!

With a thunderous crash, a giant beast black as a whale fiercely smashed onto the dark ground, gasping for breath at death’s door.

The beast’s body was covered with wounds, and its once terrifying self-healing ability seemed to be frozen by some force, utterly motionless.

Li Chengyi, with his arms crossed, floated in midair, looking down at the other.

This was the ingenious application of the new Flower Language Ability, "Eternal Slumber."

The effect of "Eternal Slumber" had now become extremely powerful, a far cry from the original Flower Language Ability that could only forcefully control a monster for an instant.

"Eternal Slumber" had a fifty percent chance of affecting Li Chengyi’s hands, or the attacks that he issued, with its sleeping effect.

The extent and intensity of this effect was completely under Li Chengyi’s control.

After several tests, he discovered that the range of "Eternal Slumber" was directly proportional to the activation time.

’Indeed, the faster the activation, the smaller the range. But no matter, I only need to narrow the range to that of my attacks.’

’Just like this....’

Li Chengyi once again concentrated, summoning a new Sword of Wisdom out of thin air, which appeared before the beast and thrust viciously into its flesh.

Howl!

The defenseless beast let out a painful cry, but dared not retaliate.

And the blood that spurted from the wound it was stabbed did not heal as quickly as before; instead, it completely froze, as if an invisible glass tube had been inserted at the spot, keeping the wound open.

Blood surged from the inner vessels, but at the very interior, the healing power took effect, rapidly stopping the bleeding and reducing blood loss.

Seeing this, Li Chengyi nodded with satisfaction in his heart.

’Eternal Slumber can indeed serve as a special means to suppress the opponent’s regenerative abilities. This is a pleasant surprise.’

Putting the opponent’s wounds into an "eternal slumber" rendered them immobile and entirely unable to heal, greatly enhancing the practicality of the ability.

It was especially suitable for combatting the standard strong regenerative powers in this world.

Casually leaving a trace of Consciousness Power in the beast’s mind and accepting its resentful subjugation, Li Chengyi continued to leave this cage and head to the next.

In the several days since he had entered this place, he had already engaged with over thirty cages, subduing or dominating twenty-nine powerful entities.

The weakest of them was at the Golden Level, like the Gem Dragon Budouna, and the strongest were demigods, with even two evil True Gods possessing meager divine powers.

These evil gods were entwined with countless resentments—resulting from the slaughter of numerous innocents and the wronged—and thus generated Evil Thoughts as their conscious power.

And only the most extreme hatred could refine the consciousness power into something so potent and enduring.

This meant that the crimes of these two evil gods were exceedingly heinous.

But what pleased Li Chengyi the most was having subdued these two evil gods.

Since such cases were extremely rare, he was preparing to study how to transfer Evil Thoughts from other individuals to himself for absorption.

As such, these two—a Dream God and a God of Plague—became perfect subjects for his experiments.

Within the Shadow Dragon Prison, one by one, powerful and ancient evil beings were being released, and Li Chengyi’s Garden’s influence had expanded even more than before.

He was also rapidly eroding the territories of the Elf God System outside.

Under the threat and coercion, he secretly manipulated a group of deities and took control of a medium-power Elf God known as the God of Murals and Sculptures.

However, as the number of powerful beings under his control surged, it became increasingly difficult to contain the influence of the Garden.

After all, the turmoil stirred up by so many Golden Levels, demigods, and deities moving about was unimaginable.

All this turmoil was concentrated in the Venus Federation, pushing it deeper into widespread chaos.

With Li Chengyi’s deterrence and threats, the powerful beings of the Garden dared not harm the good and righteous; instead, they were merciless and ruthless against criminals of all sorts.

Attacks, explosions, and homicides occurred repeatedly around the Federation.

As the powerful beings within the Shadow Dragon Prison continued to be released, the Garden’s reach slowly began to extend beyond the Venus Federation and started to infiltrate other countries of Anze.

All resistors or those who tried to investigate in-depth either mysteriously disappeared or lost their memories, oblivious to everything.

Hunters tried to mobilize connections, urging the Church Group of the Sunlight Council to investigate and seek counsel from the True Gods.

But unfortunately, even divine oracles only advised avoiding conflict and merely keeping to one’s duties.

As time went on, half a year passed in the blink of an eye.

The Garden’s influence grew like a rolling snowball; although they only operated in the shadows, without interfering with the day-to-day workings, the increasingly pervasive and overwhelming dark shadow began to unsettle the Pantheon Alliance and the War God System.

Both God Systems held numerous internal meetings, but because of insufficient votes, they couldn’t launch a joint investigation.

They could only watch helplessly as the Garden’s sphere of influence expanded further, its multitude of powerful beings emerging subtlety, alarming everyone.

On the other hand, the offensive holy war of the Pure White God System also mysteriously slowed down a lot.

Elite squads sent out to lay out the rites of destruction also quietly made their way to various places in Anze’s nations under these circumstances.

Within these squads, the shadows of White Wax stealthily and silently eroded the inherent strength of the Pure White God System.

Thus, the world began to be gradually shrouded by two vast, mysterious shadows.