Chapter 444

Entering Xianshen Island is not easy.

Likewise——

Leaving Xianshen Island is even more difficult than ascending to the heavens.

Ah no, perhaps for those who grasp extraordinary power, this analogy might not be too suitable.

Accurately speaking, the difficulty of crossing Xianshen Island's current Border is simply comparable to a Mortal climbing a vertical Mirror Surface cliff barehanded.

——This Artificial Island floating on the Pacific Ocean is now truly a completely blockaded dead zone.

It is a forbidden death zone more bizarre than the Bermuda Triangle, a Mortal World demon realm that even non-human entities must tremble before.

Storm and Thunder make the Atlantic Ocean furious, dozens of tornadoes carrying Water Bodies heavy as mountain ranges rage on the sea surface, turning the waters within hundreds of nautical miles into a boiling purgatory.

The roaring sounds they tear out at sea level are like the eternal wailing of a giant dragon fallen from Mythology.

Any aircraft attempting to cross will suffer a Deadly strike; this is a lesson that has already appeared.

Wings just touching the Boundary are torn into metal foil by Spiral airflow, the Lightning patterns jumping on the electronic instrument panel are the final image frozen on the pilot's Retina.

Fleets will also be annihilated, even submarines; once they approach within a certain Distance, the water pressure difference encountered is equivalent to being crushed by ten Mount Everests simultaneously, the pressure hull's titanium Alloy shell shattering like eggshells.

Everything must be buried in the Sea.

Even those races with tough flesh, powerful magic, and extremely strong comprehensive strength——

Probably also wouldn't have any delusional ideas to prepare to cross the Atlantic Ocean with their flesh bodies.

They would die.

It's not that there haven't been stubborn ones who attempted to do so.

But, besides those instantly carbonized into ash, those torn apart at the source by the negative pressure field in the tornado's eye, those smashed to pieces at the Boundary along with their mounts……

There has been no one seen who succeeded.

The only safe passage method is to directly pass through spatial Teleportation.

However, Jutsu that control space belong to high-difficulty magic; to use them thoroughly and freely, one must be a veteran high-level Magic User or Grand Witch.

Just fixing a single "Door" requires vast magic power and a high-level Magic User to hold a Ritual.

Moreover……

Although there exist those with exceptional talent, high-level Magic Users who can manipulate space without thinking.

But Xianshen Island currently is also filled with various interference; even the strongest spatial magic must carefully calculate coordinates to be used.

Otherwise, the Consequence would be very terrible.

Nangong Yueyue, despite also utilizing that kind of unfamiliar and powerful high-Dimension energy, as a Contractor, belongs to the example of directly receiving empowerment transmission.

Even without Qi Forging and Vein Casting, she, because of the Contract——

Has hooked into the boundless Qi Sea.

The Contract is a Mystery connection, and also a Channel transporting Spiritual Energy, transporting the majestic energy from the Qi Sea, so she can also utilize this Mors Strength.

Although she lost her former Contract, and her former power was washed away, she also gained the compensation and binding bestowed by that Existence.

It is not any magic Sorcery, nor the system she was originally Familiar with, but a certain high-dimensional gift Transcendent of Mortal World rules.

It is precisely by utilizing this brand new Mors Strength that she can forcibly use spatial Teleportation Jutsu even in a particularly Terrible Environment.

This is also why Miss Nangong can leave Xianshen Island every few days to go to the Outside World to inquire about news and progress.

Just to avoid Easily Exposing herself——

She generally wouldn't do this Frequently……

And every time she leaves Xianshen Island, she prepares meticulously, finds the most Suitable timing, and won't stay away too long to arouse Suspicion.

Of Course, these are all previous matters.

Now the situation has changed dramatically; these cautious actions are no longer Necessary.

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Himeragi Yukina did not suffer too much injury.

This battle, to her, was more like a contest with herself, an exploration of the dual Limits of flesh and spirit.

She was like a candle about to burn out, that flickering flame was her struggling to maintain that thread of will.

After no longer chatting with Teacher Nangong, that power supporting her seemed to have dissipated along with it.

No longer having any external Stimulation or encouragement, she also could no longer force herself to sustain the mental and Physical strength at the Limit, submerged under the Continuous Stream of surging fatigue——

She fell into a not very Peace of Mind deep sleep.

Although very restless……

Although her Inner Heart was full of worry and apprehension……

Afraid that upon waking, opening her eyes, the scene she saw would not be Teacher Nangong bringing her out via Teleportation, smoothly arriving at a safe location.

But rather already being caught, imprisoned in a highest-spec, advanced prison like a Laboratory, just waiting to be Pushed onto the dissection table and sliced.

If even more unlucky……

Might not even have the matter of opening eyes.

For example, Teacher Nangong failing to take her away, instead being discovered in the process, then encountering a siege by various war weapons and capable individuals...

In intense Conflict and Xiang Kang, perhaps a moment of carelessness would result in being instantly Annihilated by some high-power Battlefield weapon, turning to flying ash, leaving no trace.

Turned to ash, nothing left behind.

Or at the critical moment, Teacher Nangong forced to take a risk, not waiting for the best timing, Hastily Transferring her out through space.

Then Teleportation error, not even a corpse found.

Must say——

This Oppressive Atmosphere external Environment, the step-by-step pressing sense of crisis, all make Himeragi Yukina unable to stop Delusion.

It was just that she was ultimately too exhausted, too exhausted; even though she was very uneasy, wanting to force herself to stay awake, she still fell into the abyss of consciousness in a moment of trance.

The surrounding world began to blur, the edges of consciousness gradually swallowed by darkness; it was a fatigue that could not be resisted, surging like a tide, gently enveloping her.

Perhaps it was a dream.

Or perhaps it was in a gap between folds of consciousness.

The girl dazedly surveyed her surroundings, as if suddenly realizing the existence of "herself".

But it was merely just realizing, just like many people in dreams, simply having a consciousness of "I exist", yet muddled and confused.

Not clear-headed enough, and difficult to think.

Like an onlooker, watching helplessly as oneself drifts along in the dream, unable to control one's own fate.

The world in the dream was bizarre and fantastical, filled with all kinds of wondrous settings and logic. But for the dreamer, all of this was naturally to be expected.

She accepted everything in the dream, whether it was wild imagination or incomprehensible scenery, all as if part of common sense, no need to question, no need to explain.

—When consciousness sank into the deep sea...

—Time seemed to concretize in a spiral shape...

—Spatial structure like crumpled and unfolded tin foil...

The girl felt as if she was drifting among them; in a trance, she seemed to see the revolution of myriad stars.

Initially, it was a color that could not be described in any language, its shape also impossible to grasp; it was more like an abstract light mist, like a living thing, swimming and dancing in the cracks of spacetime.

This light mist gave the girl an intuitive sense of strange affinity, as if there existed some inexpressible connection between the two.

She did not know and could not think about what she had seen, but subconsciously she had already understood — this was that kind of higher-dimensional energy.

However, compared to the wisps of feeble energy she herself could convert and transform, this was undoubtedly a world of difference.

At this moment, she seemed to have passed the Inspiration Gate's check, gaining a glimpse of the full appearance of this vast light mist.

—Like seeing the source!

These higher-dimensional energies concretized into continuous pulsating nebulae; in every flow and fold, there seemed to be folded projections of three thousand worlds.

The indescribably colored Spiritual Energy long river pierced through countless Outer Planes; in a certain steampunk-style world it turned into gear-shaped vortices, while in an adjacent cultivation Outer Plane it condensed into Dragon Qi form...

A certain similarly colorless energy tributary was branching in quantum foam, branches infiltrating a medieval castle's prayer room, and a cyber city's holographic billboards...

The girl stared blankly, but could not understand.

She saw every thread connecting the birth and extinction of a civilization, the expansion and collapse of a galaxy, the light mist seeping into cracks of the time axis...

But all scenes would suddenly transform at the moment they were about to touch the threshold of understanding, replaced by another even more mysterious scene.

In a trance.

She seemed to hear the fetal movement of stars; in the Void Point, a higher-order existence whispered in her mind...

At the End where spacetime cannot be measured, a pair of pupils opened.

It gazed at the floating dust below — those points of light called galaxies; stars burned quietly in the reflection of the pupils.

At this moment, the girl dazedly met its gaze.

At this moment, all motion froze.

She saw the flowing Galaxy in the depths of those huge pupils suddenly stagnate, as if the universe's clock had stopped ticking in an instant.

Only in Its pupils, there were still rotating nebula reflections.

—No...

—That wasn't nebulae...

—But rather the flow of that higher-dimensional energy, the spread of Spiritual Energy in various spacetimes...

Under the reflection of those pupils, she saw more clearly.

Under this God's-eye view transcending Light Cones, the Spiritual Energy network displayed a suffocatingly grand magnificence, both the creative breath that sowed sparks of fire, and the heat death wind that destroyed all things.

In the chaotic moment before fully waking, the girl dazedly felt as if someone's fingertip gently touched her forehead.

Cold like the temperature of cosmic background radiation, and a soft whisper lingering by her ear:

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"The Qi of the Heavens vast and boundless, my Dao daily flourishes—"

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A faint groan in reality became the wedge that broke the dream.

When Himeragi Yukina suddenly opened her eyes, she happened to see Nangong Yueyue's concerned face.

She seemed to be sitting beside her, leaning over to check her condition, slender fingers having just left her forehead.

Is... is that so?

The girl blankly blinked her eyes.

"You're awake... looks like there's no problem."

Miss Witch lightly let out a breath: "How do you feel? Okay? We've already left Xianshen Island, you know."

"What?"

Like someone who just woke up, unable to react.

Himeragi Yukina felt the remaining vague warm touch on her forehead; the star sea scenery remaining in the dream was peeling from memory at a speed of trillions of bytes per second.

All impressions seemed to be fading.

She felt as if she couldn't remember what had happened.

(Chapter End)