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Chapter 669 - 338 Breakthrough! Unbearable to Witness!_2

Chapter 669: Chapter 338 Breakthrough! Unbearable to Witness!_2

These painting frames, just like a series of movie screens, depicted one dynamic effect after another.

Inside, the protagonists ranged from men to women, old to young, white to Black, and also included Asians.

These painting frames, one after another, resembled layers of assumptions on a library’s massive bookshelves. At a glance, there were no fewer than a thousand, as if narrating the life stories of many.

Staring at the characters within those frames, Brian was astonished.

Weren’t these people all the hosts who had completed their obsessions with him?

In these frames, Brian saw all the obsession hosts he had completed after he became a Mutant.

With a wave of his hand,

all the painting frames, following Brian’s intent, merged back into the firmament above his head.

This time, however,

the frames turned into specks of starlight, resembling planets embellishing the cosmos.

Each speck of starlight represented the Spirit Crystal of a deceased, containing their lifetime of memories, rather than just a straightforward playback of death.

Then Brian finally understood where he was.

This place was his Heart Domain.

The firmament above signified the Radiation Energy of the Blood Moon that had infused into his body.

Those Spirit Crystals were the Consciousness Crystals of the deceased.

Brian had always thought he was merely absorbing a portion of the deceased’s spiritual components, enhancing his own Spiritual Strength to resist the contamination of the Blood Moon Energy and reducing the risk of losing control.

Now, it seemed clear that it was the Blood Moon Energy that had absorbed the Spirit Crystals of the deceased.

Those crystals, like the stars now or like nails, were fixed onto the Blood Moon Energy, maintaining the overall stability and order.

Brian was not sure whether this was good or bad.

After all, he had previously endured the psychic shock of those memories of the deceased, almost losing his sanity.

But looking at the current situation, whether it was the Blood Moon contamination or the Spirit Crystals of the deceased, they had merged with his own consciousness, indistinguishable from each other, difficult to separate.

After Brian understood this,

the space changed once again.

In the space, Brian’s ’body’ scattered into specks of stardust.

Brian was not at all panicked by this, but he wore a bitter smile.

For those escaping specks of starlight followed and merged into the dark red firmament overhead, eventually forming a giant human head composed of a thousand different faces.

The head’s contours and lines were the exact likeness of Brian’s real-life face.

This... was the true form of his consciousness.

...

Brian surveyed his surroundings.

All around was pitch-black, as if he was in the depths of the ocean or a phantom dimension.

In this pitch-black specialized domain,

countless unknowns tried to approach him, to devour him, to assimilate him, to submerge the newly ’born’ him.

It was an uncomfortable feeling.

Like a newborn thrown into the sea, with a suffocating sensation of being devoured by the water at any moment.

But the situation wasn’t so dire.

The head into which Brian’s consciousness had transformed emitted twisted and clamorous Spiritual Waves, continuously striking the space around, disturbing the pitch-black space into ripples, preventing the space from swallowing and merging with him.

These disorderly Spiritual Waves, like tendrils, protected the core sanity of Brian’s consciousness.

While Brian attempted to explore this unknown dimension,

suddenly,

a white fissure appeared within the pitch-blackness in front of him.

A bald figure, emitting a holy radiance and about a tenth the size of Brian’s consciousness, stepped into the pitch-black Domain and looked at him...

The moment he saw the figure, Brian immediately recognized its identity.

Saint!

The Saint from the White Elephant Country!

Damn.

Had he fully exposed his identity?

For a moment,

Brian didn’t know how to handle the sudden turn of events.

The two stood in the odd-dimensional space, locked in a gaze—staring at each other.

His mind was in utter turmoil.

The Saint was thoroughly shocked.

He stared blankly at the gigantic human head before him.

What kind of monster was this!

Countless faces twisted and writhed as if bodies squirmed upon it, their eyes eerily blood-red, like the deepest Abyss, devouring any Spiritual Waves that dared to gaze upon them.

But the tentacles were the most terrifying aspect.

Those indescribable, deformed tentacles made of countless arms were violently tearing at the surrounding dimensional space, like an aggressive invader, rebelling against the rejection of the dimension, seeking to feed by seamlessly merging into this realm.

In the moment of eye contact,

the Saint seemed to witness countless sins unfolding before him, assaulting his soul, tempting him into the relentless Hell of sin, causing him to completely descend.

As the gaze lasted longer,

bizarre, twisted, chaotic...

It was as if thousands screamed in his mind, recounting their own misfortunes.

The Saint felt his head was about to explode.

He wanted to flee but found his consciousness had completely lost control in that instant of eye contact.

The Holy Light Monk that had transformed from the Saint’s consciousness began to shed two trails of blood tears slowly from its eyes, and the originally pure radiance around him became tainted with an ominous Blood Moon tint, the light beginning to wriggle and distort, as if infested with countless insects, finally transforming into a twisted Mutated shape...

Just as he was about to be contaminated by the radiation’s Mutation.

There came an enraged roar from behind the Saint: Moo!!!

The bellow shook the heavens.

In the pitch-black dimension, ripples spread outward.

This propagation finally made the surreal aberration in front of the Saint disperse like broken reflections on water, obscuring the true form and dispelling the sinister allure.