Chapter 716 - 639: Moon Reading?!!
Feng Mu originally didn’t plan to use his Pupil Technique at this moment.
He intended to purify himself with incense and choose an auspicious day for the experiment.
But someone just had to be ignorant and insisted on running into his gaze.
In that case, he wouldn’t mind fulfilling the other’s wish.
After all, this volunteer for the experiment might be more fitting for the ceremonial occasion than any "incense bath."
Then, let’s test the Pupil Technique parasitized in the left eye first.
As a result, the tall Night Watcher suddenly felt the world turning upside down, colors fading away, sounds drowning in silence, and even the sensation of his waistband pressing against his hips vanished.
His entire soul and consciousness seemed to be sucked into a bizarre vortex.
When his vision came back into focus, he found himself nailed to a crucifix.
Countless living-like bones were wrapped around him like thorns, binding his limbs tightly.
His entire body was stiff like a stone statue, unable to move anything except his head.
The mask on his face had long fallen off, revealing an ordinary square face, completely exposed to the unknown air.
Having fought with "Old Huang" for so long that his shorts were torn to shreds, yet his mask never fell off, but after just a glance from [Mask], my true face is exposed?
"This... Where is this? Where am I?!"
The Night Watcher, let’s temporarily refer to him as Square Face.
He instinctively lowered his head to look down, trying to find a support point or possibility of escape.
However, all he could see was a heart-shuddering, bottomless darkness.
The lower end of the crucifix seemed to plunge endlessly into the abyss, extending downwards, beyond the reach of sight.
This is just absurd!
No, who makes a crucifix this long? It’s too extravagant!
His mind couldn’t process it for a moment, then he stiffly turned his head to look to his left and right.
Just one glance was enough to almost crack his skull.
Because he saw, surrounding him, as far as the eye could see, up, down, left, right, near, and far, stood... countless identical, gigantic, white crucifixes.
Crowded, layered, endless, extending all the way to the edge of vision.
And on each crucifix was a terrified... himself?!!
The same square face, the same wide-eyed, panic-stricken expression.
How are there so many of myself?
What on earth is this place?
This must be an illusion, right? It has to be an illusion..... right!
As an experienced Night Watcher, he was well-traveled and had encountered some strange Martial Arts or bizarre creatures that could interfere with one’s senses, creating illusions or hallucinations.
But those illusions or hallucinations kept the person in the real world.
Illusions were just false images overlaid on reality, or caused the body to misperceive (like being chewed by teeth), things like that.
This was like the whole world had become an illusion, with only himself remaining real, something not just unseen before, but unheard of.
No, wait!
Even he himself might not be real at this moment.
Because, the real self should only exist once, but here there are....
"Thirty-six thousand of you!"
A cold voice came from above, or perhaps directly inside his soul, as if the speaker had penetrated his doubts and kindly answered him:
"There are thirty-six thousand of you here, no need to worry, they aren’t false versions of you; each one is a real you.
You all share the same memories, the same mind, the same senses; they are your clones, but they are also your essence."
Square Face, or rather the thirty-six thousand Square Faces, simultaneously lifted their heads to look up at the sky.
What met their eyes was a black sky, with a gigantic, heart-palpitating... blood moon!
As a Night Watcher, he had visited the headquarters in Upper City, so he recognized it as the moon, only the moonlight now seemed particularly eerie and bizarre.
The blood moon cast its bloody light, cloaking the forest of white bone crucifixes below in an ominous dark red.
Beneath the blood moon, countless figures stood silently.
Each figure wore a well-tailored black suit, standing in concentric circles as if attending a solemn yet eerie funeral.
They floated silently in the air, forming circle upon circle of concentric rings.
Each one wore an identical white bone mask, uniformly lowering their heads, gazing down at the thirty-six thousand Square Faces on the crucifixes below.
Thirty-six thousand Square Faces simultaneously tilted their heads back, thirty-six thousand pairs of eyes meeting [Mask] one by one.
In an instant, a single thought simultaneously surfaced in the hearts of the thirty-six thousand Square Faces:
"One of me corresponds to one [Mask]. Could it be there are... thirty-six thousand [Masks]?!"
Just as this thought flashed by.
The sky-full of [Masks] suddenly descended vertically, precisely stopping in front of each crucifix, forming a bizarre symmetrical pattern with the Square Faces on the crucifixes.
The Square Faces were horrified:
"Thirty-six thousand [Masks] participating in the funeral of thirty-six thousand of me, I’m going to be scared to death."
Then, the Square Faces heard the thirty-six thousand [Masks] simultaneously speak in welcome:
"Welcome to my Eternal Imprisonment Corridor, this is my world."
The voice reverberated layer upon layer under the blood-colored moonlight:
"Here, time, space, and even your soul are under my control. This is the first layer of the Eternal Imprisonment Corridor, which I call Moon Reading.
And you are the first guest invited here, if there is any lack of courtesy, please be forgiving."