Frost and snowflakes covered the flat rocks, forming a thin layer of ice and snow in the blink of an eye. The speed at which the snowflakes fell continued to increase. In an instant, the void had transformed into the frigid and desolate Antarctic, covered with ice and snow!
Ling Yun felt himself being gently enveloped by an invincible force. Then, with a gentle pull, Ling Yun was as if riding the clouds and mist into the world inside the mirror.
As Ling Yun slowly opened his eyes, a dazzling golden light flashed before his eyes. Ling Yun was shocked to find that several thousand meters in front of him stood a being that was at least a hundred meters tall!
The being resembled a towering demon god, with two long, curved horns sprouting from either side of its enormous head, strangely and high, piercing the void. Its upper body was bare, its six arms, each with only three long fingers, posed in a bizarre formation in the air. Below its waist, there were no legs, but rather a golden, misty support, from which countless streams of energy, intricate patterns, and nameless entities swirled, forming a luminous band that was beyond the comprehension of Lingyun.
His face was indistinct, as if pieced together from countless tiny things. His face was constantly changing, and the light flickered, as if new things were being created and disappearing every moment. Within him were two completely opposite forces, life and death, contradictory yet incongruously fused together, forming an incredibly strange and endless cycle.
The overwhelming aura that filled the heavens and earth emanated from this demon god. He didn't even need to use his own power; a slight shake of his arm or body would trigger the most violent ripples in the space. No one had to doubt the earth-shattering power such a being would possess if he unleashed a full-force attack.
That couldn't be a human, but a supreme deity. Standing before him, Ling Yun suddenly felt his own infinite insignificance, like the feeling of an intelligent ant looking at Mount Everest. There was a difference in rank and level, and there was absolutely no way to make up for it.
"Lingyun!" The enormous demon god opened its mouth, revealing two sharp fangs, and roared majestically.
A bright bolt of lightning suddenly appeared out of thin air, whistling as it struck Ling Yun and the Demon God. The spatial ripples trembled and twisted for a moment before gradually disappearing with the Demon God's echo.
The power of a single shout is far greater than this!
"Who are you?!" Ling Yun stared at the Demon God in shock and couldn't help but ask. The shock in his heart was beyond words, far exceeding the astonishment brought to him by Mochizuki Nami's Bloodstained Illusion Technique. In front of the Demon God, he even began to tremble involuntarily. It had nothing to do with courage or confidence, but was a kind of instinctive worship of power.
Something must have happened; otherwise, even with blood sacrifice magic, it would be impossible for such a powerful being to appear. This is beyond the scope of this world and the limits of human imagination. Just as the greatest scientists and the most imaginative dreamers cannot fathom what lies at the end of the universe, no magic could possibly create such a colossal, god-like figure. It is beyond the capabilities of magic.
A soft question suddenly rang out from beyond the sky.
Ling Yun stared intently at the gray sky. The world in the mirror was no different from the world outside; the void seemed eternal and unchanging. Could it be a problem with his hearing? No, he hadn't heard it; it was resounding directly in his consciousness. But since he was inside the mirror, how could he hear a voice from beyond the heavens?
Ling Yun felt his brain turn into mush. His once clear and sharp thoughts seemed to be blocked by cotton, becoming incredibly sluggish. A strange atmosphere suddenly appeared beside him. As if sensing something, Ling Yun looked down at his palm and suddenly discovered that his palm was twisting on its own. His five fingers were being stretched longer and longer, like five long, curved noodles, but he felt nothing unusual in his hand.
Ling Yun was startled. He looked up and was shocked to find that the entire space was twisting and deforming. The invisible void was forced to distort its shape to adapt to the presence of the immense force.
With a deafening roar, Ling Yun immediately realized the cause of the spatial distortion. The demon god had subtly shifted forward, instantly triggering a spatial tsunami. Chaotic energy flows formed nebulae, creating countless fountains of varying sizes against the backdrop of the grayish-white void. Although it was only a small shift, the demon god had already traversed thousands of meters and arrived before Ling Yun.
"I am God," the demon god said slowly, his voice as vast and expansive as the mirror, like the shouts of billions of people, instantly causing a turbulent current in the void.
"God!" Ling Yun repeated in shock.
Is this a god? This is the first time Ling Yun has ever seen a materialized image of a god, especially within a magical barrier. This makes him feel incredulous yet compelled to believe it. If it is not a god, then what kind of being possesses such mighty power and a powerful aura? Enough to rival the entire space.
But does possessing great power equate to being a god? A deep question arose in Ling Yun's heart. He silently gazed at the gods, his gaze traveling upwards until it finally settled on the face of the demon god.
In an instant, Ling Yun felt an unparalleled shock and deep confusion once again. When he was thousands of meters away, he dared not look directly at the face of the demon god. It was not out of respect for the gods, but because looking directly at the demon god would produce a suffocating feeling that made it impossible to breathe. This was due to the overwhelming difference in power between the two sides, which caused a sense of awe. Even though the demon god did not deliberately attack him, the aura and majesty formed by the demon god's own power alone were already unbearable for Ling Yun.
At this moment, the demon god stood in front of Ling Yun. If viewed from below, the demon god's oppressive aura would be greatly reduced. What Ling Yun discovered was that the demon god's face was actually his own face. This demon god looked exactly like him!
Ling Yun involuntarily opened his mouth, breathing heavily. Could it be that in the nameless world, there truly is an unknown being, a demon god with unparalleled power, who looks exactly like him? Or is it that he has already seen the future, at the end of the river of time, behind countless spaces traversed by black holes, there is a demon god with the same face as him.
The demon chuckled softly, but even the slightest laugh swept across the sky like thunder: "Ling Yun, don't be surprised. You have always belonged to me. The real you doesn't actually exist. You are just an insignificant part of my body. You have lived an independent life in the real world for eighteen years and have developed your own consciousness, but you are still just a speck of dust, a cell in my body. I have been calling you. Now, you can return to my side. A drop of water can only know the vastness of the ocean when it merges into it. Lost child, it is time for you to go home."
Ling Yun's eyes suddenly became misty. "Revered God, no wonder we look so alike. It turns out I am just a part of you. If I could return to your body, it would be my greatest honor and pride."
The demon god stretched out a hand tens of meters long and offered it to him. His deep voice brought with it countless bolts of lightning that struck down from the sky: "Lost child, return to my body. You are a drop of water, which will only dry up in the face of the harsh nature. Only by returning to my body will you feel the glory and the happiness of immortality."
Ling Yun walked dazedly into the palm of the demon god. Although he sensed something was amiss, his instincts compelled him to act involuntarily, bypassing his conscious mind. The demon god's aura was irresistible, like another version of himself, infinitely more powerful, calling to him—a powerful and irresistible temptation.
"No!" a voice screamed. "If you merge with him, you will lose yourself. You will no longer be Ling Yun. Although you will still exist, your consciousness will no longer be preserved. Are you still Ling Yun? No, you are not!"
Ling Yun hesitated, one foot frozen in mid-air, unable to continue stepping.
"He is you. When you merge with him, you merge with yourself. You are an immortal god! You can traverse all planes of space. Isn't this the kind of power that every superhuman pursues throughout their life?" A deep voice resounded in Ling Yun's consciousness, instantly causing the boy's thirst for power to swell rapidly. His hesitant steps suddenly became firm and unwavering as he strode forward.
Superhumans are beings who transcend the mortal world. Their only desire and pursuit is power. Obviously, the temptation of power is something that no superhuman can resist. Even though Ling Yun's desire for power was indifferent, after receiving a promise of eternal life from a god, his originally calm heart couldn't help but waver.
The demon god slowly raised his palm and gently brought Ling Yun to his left chest, leaving a tiny gap at the heart area, just big enough for a person. "Ling Yun, this best spot is for you. From now on, you are the heart of the god, and my every move is a manifestation of your consciousness."
"As you wish, great god, thank you for bestowing upon me infinite immortality and glory." Ling Yun said softly, slowly walking into the gap in the heart of the demon god, and the gap slowly closed.
"Lingyun, relax, let your consciousness sink in, slowly merge into this place, and you will feel very comfortable and peaceful." The demon god gently coaxed, much like the wolf in sheep's clothing who wanted to eat the Three Little Pigs.
Ling Yun remained silent, seemingly trapped in eternal stillness. Suddenly, a thunderous, drum-like heartbeat erupted from the Demon God's heart, each beat causing the space to tremble, demonstrating immense power. However, the Demon God's face did not show satisfaction; instead, a solemn expression appeared, as if a massive storm was brewing.
In the infinite distance of the void, countless abstract spatial ripples suddenly began to change vividly, instantly forming a vivid sketch of a face. Even though it was only black and white, its breathtaking beauty still traveled from the edge of the sky to the heart of the demon god. Two clear black and white eyes suddenly emitted a faint, sorrowful light.
"Why won't you merge with my consciousness! You insignificant speck of dust!" the demon god roared suddenly in fury, his six arms grabbing countless loud golden lightning bolts in the void! Countless crisscrossing cracks suddenly appeared in the gray-white void, behind which was an endless dark space surging with spatial turbulence.
The face vanished in an instant.
"Your Majesty, I only wish to preserve my consciousness. Although I also desire immortality, I only wish to live forever with my own consciousness, not to merge with you," Ling Yun's calm voice emanated from the Demon God's heart.
"I am not dust!"
The demon god's heartbeat suddenly stopped, and a faint but strong light flashed from his heart, instantly transforming into an overwhelming ocean of light. The demon god stood quietly for a moment, and then his body suddenly disintegrated into countless tiny molecules.
The reverse side of the mirror still stood silently, like a nameless and cold-blooded creature, coldly and indifferently observing all these strange changes. A bright beam of light shone from the reverse side and reflected on the body of the demon god.
The countless tiny molecules that disintegrated suddenly grew larger in each beam of light, and they were all exactly the same as Lingyun.
Chapter 251 With You, I Will Never Lose Myself Again
This enormous image of the demon god was composed entirely of countless identical Lingyun figures. Billions of Lingyun figures came together to form an incomparably powerful being. Apart from the true Lingyun at the heart, the other Lingyun figures had all been integrated into the demon god's consciousness. Or rather, they were merely parts of billions of consciousnesses, not independent, like cogs in a machine, pieced together to form a complete deity.
Suddenly, the countless Lingyun vanished, as if a gigantic eraser had washed them away from the densely packed gray wooden planks. For a moment, only Lingyun remained, standing in the void, staring blankly at the still-standing giant mirror opposite him.
Ling Yun turned around sharply and looked at the mirror. A sudden realization welled up from the bottom of his heart. He stretched out his palm, and a small ball of silver light condensed in the air above his palm into a double-sided silver mirror. As the silver mirror slowly enlarged, it gradually became the same height as Ling Yun. Ling Yun's face was reflected in the calm and smooth mirror surface, while the huge mirror opposite him also reflected the image of Ling Yun holding the silver mirror.
Two mirrors, one large and one small, faced each other. Ling Yun stood between them, the reflections instantly creating countless images. Billions of Ling Yuns calmly gazed at each other between these illusory mirrors, forming a wondrous yet perfectly logical scene. Suddenly, Ling Yun felt his consciousness blur again. Everything before him was incredibly real and conformed to all the physical laws he knew, yet a bizarre intuition arose abruptly within him. Panic spread rapidly like a plague. The unknown fear, like an invisible, icy hand, gripped his heart tightly.
"You are not the real Ling Yun, I am." A mirror image of Ling Yun suddenly stared at Ling Yun with icy eyes, and the same voice, with an icy tone, came from a mirror image that could not be seen.