Chapter 717 - 639: Moon Reading?!!

When the last syllable fell, every [Mask] bowed slightly in perfect synchrony, a terrifying depiction of elegance and courtesy.

Thirty-six thousand Square Faces’ pupils suddenly constricted into needlepoints.

Square Face understood every word, yet he couldn’t grasp the true meaning behind the phrase, much like a child hearing a warning of death, yet not comprehending its weight.

The words from the opponent’s mouth were simply too horrifying.

What Eternal Imprisonment Corridor, what your world, what everything is under your control... Do you realize you’re speaking absurd tales?

Then, every Square Face on the crosses saw the [Mask] in front of them lift its right hand.

The arm, wrapped in a dark sleeve, slowly stretched out, the index finger flicked, the skin cracked open revealing a sinister bone spike, piercing straight into his chest.

One [Mask] did so, thus thirty-six thousand [Masks] did so, thus resulting in thirty-six thousand versions of himself having their chests pierced by the bone spike.

But then, what of it?

Thirty-six thousand Square Faces simultaneously revealed smirks; with his iron-like will, a hole in the chest was long desensitized, hardly worthy of a blink.

However, the smirk on his face lasted less than a fraction of a second before it was completely dead and frozen!

"Arghhhhh——"

An indescribable, unimaginable, soul-crushing pain erupted as if billions of red-hot steel needles simultaneously burst from the three thousand six hundred wounds of the "hearts."

Thirty-six thousand versions of him simultaneously let out shrill, distorted screams that were unlike any human sound.

The sound overlapped into a terrifying echo, reverberating endlessly in this realm.

Pain!

An unprecedented pain surged from the soul, such pain had never before been imagined, surpassing the totality of all his previous sufferings in an instant.

It’s impossible, just a mere prick, how could it be so painful?

Is this reasonable?

He was drenched in pain, his body convulsed violently on the cross, eyes rolling back as he wished to faint, yet he couldn’t pass out, instead the pain only made him more lucid.

Thirty-six thousand Square Faces’ minds were gripped by a terrifying thought simultaneously:

"If every version of me is real, then could it be..."

Thirty-six thousand [Masks] simultaneously withdrew their fingers, once again responding considerately:

"You’re absolutely right, because there are thirty-six thousand versions of you here, each one is a real existence, so every bit of pain is also real.

In other words, your every sensation of pain will be amplified thirty-six thousand times over, surprised, are you?"

Square Face: "...."*36000

The faces of the Square Faces simultaneously turned stiff, but as seasoned Night Watchers, every one of them possessed iron will.

They simultaneously lifted their heads, voices hoarse yet steadfast:

"So what, this pain is ultimately illusory, this is ultimately a world manipulated by illusions, as long as I don’t believe, I won’t die, and I don’t believe you can keep me confined in this damn corridor."

Thirty-six thousand Square Faces’ minds churned simultaneously, under the brainstorm of thirty-six thousand brains, his intelligence was off the charts.

The stronger the ability, the more limitations it has.

Like "Old Huang" who can’t keep burning his soul forever, he also didn’t believe the [Mask] could maintain this illusory world indefinitely.

As if to verify his iron belief, just the next moment after he shouted in his heart, a miracle occurred!

The bloody wounds on thirty-six thousand chests, as if erased by a rubber, instantly vanished without a trace, the skin became smooth, the muscles intact as if they had never been pierced.

Thirty-six thousand Square Faces lifted the corners of their mouths in victory.

"See! Didn’t I say?!"

Thirty-six thousand Square Faces simultaneously laughed out loud:

"As long as I don’t believe, as long as my will is strong enough, you can’t do anything to me, [Mask], this is just futile torment.

It’s... Arghhhhh——"

The manic laughter abruptly stopped, once again replaced by thirty-six thousand heart-wrenching screams.

Because, each [Mask] once again elegantly raised its right hand at each Square Face.

The skin at the fingertip cracked, a ghastly bone spike popped out.

The same spot;

The same angle;

The same strength;

Peacefully and calmly it pierced straight into Square Face’s chest once more.

Everything as if time had rewound and replayed!

Thirty-six thousand Square Faces once again let out shrill screams, the second round of manic laughter began:

"Is this all? [Mask], you underestimate Night Watchers, who can’t be brought down by pain, don’t waste your effort....."

Their response was the [Mask]’s third raise of the right hand.

Accompanied by a new round of thirty-six thousand echoes of screaming, came the [Mask]’s heartfelt praise:

"Impressive, worthy of being a Night Watcher, this iron-like tough will indeed commands my respect.

You’re right, I truly can’t keep your soul imprisoned forever, when the time is up, I’ll have to let you leave the first layer of the corridor.

Since that’s the case, let’s not waste each other’s precious time, let’s fully enjoy the next... 72 hours."

Thirty-six thousand [Masks] simultaneously paused, continuing:

"Oh, I’ve pierced you three times, once per second, so precisely speaking, there are still 71 hours, 59 minutes, and 57 seconds left!

Time is running out, we need to hurry..."

Thirty-six thousand [Square Faces] faces instantly twisted, looking with horror at the [Mask]’s approaching finger.

What did he just say?

hours?!!

One second is multiplied by thirty-six thousand times of pain, totaled over 72 hours is...

Can’t calculate, simply can’t calculate!!!

Can I really hold on for 72 hours?

Moreover, the [Mask] just said this was the first layer of the corridor, meaning there’s a second layer?

My iron will, my iron will, my iron will... damn it arghhhhh——

The shrill scream repeated over and over, each second the wounds on the thirty-six thousand Square Faces would refresh anew, but his screams grew weaker by the second....

Feng Mu did not deceive Square Face, 72 hours was real, the second layer of the Eternal Imprisonment Corridor was also real.

The Eternal Imprisonment Corridor can be the Moon Reading Space, but the Moon Reading Space is not entirely the Eternal Imprisonment Corridor.

Like not every rectangle can be a square, not every Moon Reading is part of the "Eternal Imprisonment Corridor."

The original essence of Moon Reading is forcibly dragging the target’s spiritual consciousness into the world constructed by the caster.

In the Moon Reading World, all time, place, and mass are under the caster’s control.

The enemy will endure immense physical and mental pain in the illusionary world, and the pain experienced is exactly the same as in reality.

To put it plainly, it’s using illusions to deceive the five senses, to exert torture on consciousness or soul, ultimately reflecting back to the body.

But it must be clear: this method is always indirect.

Moon Reading can only influence consciousness to indirectly disturb the soul, yet it can’t directly touch the soul’s essence.

But the Eternal Imprisonment Corridor can, it not only manipulates time and space within the corridor to deceive the five senses, but can also directly apply Pupil Power onto the soul of the recipient.

To give a comparison, the former is deceit, the latter is violation.

However, the latter requires stronger Pupil Power, and Feng Mu has only just opened his eyes, his Pupil Power is not yet sufficient to fully unleash the true might of the Eternal Imprisonment Corridor.

But simulating the famed Moon Reading World as the first layer of the Eternal Imprisonment Corridor is enough.

In essence, when the Eternal Imprisonment Corridor deceives the enemy, it first deceives itself, cloaking itself with a layer of Moon Reading-style Mask.

Feng Mu at this moment disguising as [Mask], with his Pupil Technique also wearing a "Mask," is quite reasonable, isn’t it?

And the second layer of the Eternal Imprisonment Corridor...

A vague and horrifying image flickered in Feng Mu’s mind, yet he couldn’t unlock it now.

However, he wasn’t disheartened.

He could already open the first layer, so is the second far off?

Perhaps, the little difference in Pupil Power needed could be replenished by consuming another Bone Marrow Cleansing Pill, or perhaps another dose of Genetic Needle, allowing his Spiritual Power to undergo a great leap and transformation?

That day is not far off, maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after....