Chapter 353: The Giant Eye in the Abyss

Mind Power drilled into Number One's mind; this superhuman, adept at slipping into other beings' brains and almost powerless to resist, laid out all the secrets in his heart before Naimi Xisi.

This monster, born with an antisocial personality, heard Ni Tong's voice in childhood, which sparked his supernatural power.

Later, he personally killed his mother and sister, then framed his father. But the government FBI uncovered the truth, ordered Doctor Bulenna to detain him, and secretly launched an experiment studying superpowers.

From then on, Doctor Bulenna used Number One's blood to create a superpower serum and continuously adopted children in an attempt to cultivate more superhumans.

Eleven was the most successful among them.

The entire Earth was supposed to be a dead, silent Age of Dharma Decline, devoid of miracles—whether superpowers or monsters of the Reverse World.

The original source was the mad half‑body of Weikena—Ni Tong.

Naimi Xisi searched his memories and saw Eleven unleash power that exiled him to the Reverse World. There, he encountered a shadow storm that called itself the Steward.

The Steward amplified Number One's superpower, granting him the rank of General to command the Reverse World's monsters and pave a path for his master to return to the real world.

And Number One, because of the peculiarity of his superpower, indeed made many contributions.

He continuously slipped covertly into human consciousness, killing or controlling them, turning more and more humans into mediums that sustain and expand the Rift.

At this rate, Number One could soon expand the Rift enough to accommodate the Steward's descent into the real world.

When that time comes, a massive cataclysm rivaling Legendary strength could ravage the entire Earth.

And the ultimate goal of all this is to keep expanding the Rift until the mad Lord can descend into the mortal world.

Because the Steward's power is overwhelming, Naimi Xisi has barely explored his inner world, yet Number One's memories led him to discover a strange place.

In Number One's memories, that mad Lord has been hidden underground, never having left Hawkins Town, and for centuries the Steward has managed everything in the Reverse World on his behalf.

But why would a deity‑level being refuse to leave and instead cling stubbornly to Earth?

One should know that the rational will of Weikena exists on Earth, so it does not fear that if it goes to Earth, it will become a meat bun beating a dog—going there with no return?

Naimi Xisi quickly found the answer in the subsequent memories of the other.

It turned out that this entire Reverse World is actually an isolated place!

Number One, out of curiosity, once traveled far enough, but after leaving Hawkins Town by several hundred kilometers, he encountered a massive black curtain that stretched from sky to earth.

That curtain completely sealed the inside from the outside; he could not get out at all!

The Steward told him that this is a trap set by a treacherous "bitch", which prevents the mad Lord from leaving; he can only wait in this black‑and‑white desolate world for the primordial darkness to descend and devour everything.

"I see, the mad Lord is like a trapped beast unable to leave, so it wants to go to Earth, its purpose being…"

"To stop the Night Eclipse Ritual?"

Naimi Xisi's expression turned strange; a mad evil god, to protect itself, endured countless hardships, killed innumerable humans, all just to go to Earth and become a savior?

He couldn't help but feel absurdity and a hint of fear toward Saar.

Before that powerful Night Lord, even the cruelest evil god becomes obedient.

This made Naimi Xisi curious—between that and the famed evil god, the Prince of Lies Xi Ruike, who is more powerful?

Huh? Wait?

Naimi Xisi's expression suddenly changed; he saw Number One's latest memory, which was an order given by the Steward.

"Anchor point established. General, after you awaken, please awaken my master."

The anchor point mentioned by the Steward was mysterious, but it was clearly a matter of great importance—important enough to require awakening my master.

Is it an anchor point leading to Earth? Naimi Xisi's divine thought instinctively denied that answer; his intuition told him this anchor point must be a newly emerging situation, allowing the Steward to unprecedentedly prepare to awaken Ni Tong.

Number One's memory ends here; Naimi Xisi casually crushed the monster in his claw and looked at the deep pit on the ground.

Indeed, according to Number One's memory, Ni Tong's sleeping place is the ten‑thousand‑meter abyss directly beneath this villa.

So when Number One was young, he could hear Ni Tong's voice because, in a sense, he was in the same dimension as Ni Tong.

Dragon claws lightly clenched, powerful mana surged out. Naimi Xisi consecutively cast the Eight‑Ring Divine Spell "Earthquake Technique" ten times; the ground beneath his feet immediately roared and the mountains shook.

The ley lines howled, and gray‑blue fissures spread at four hundred meters per second. When the canyon widened beyond fifty meters, the interior of the deep abyss began to appear: at eight thousand meters depth floated luminous, jelly‑fish‑like gaseous beings; on the twelve‑thousand‑meter rock wall grew clusters of faintly glowing crystals; below, a dark‑red lava river churned, its glow tracing a vascular‑like fluorescent pattern in absolute darkness.

Naimi Xisi's expression suddenly froze; he seemed to see in the darkness a presence so massive it exceeded mortal imagination.

Its lofty divine body lay silently across the crimson lava river, a color that was both fire and blood. Blood and fire tangled in the darkness, presenting a strikingly impactful beauty—a beauty that revealed truth within haze.

When the canyon expanded to the critical point, all falling objects suddenly hovered mid‑air. At the deepest part of the abyss, orange hexagonal light spots over a kilometer long lit up, a structure beyond human comprehension at the planet's core beginning to unfold.

Those orange hexagonal light spots emerged quietly in the darkness, drifting slowly; as they passed over the lava river, they revealed their true form—a colossal eye a kilometer long!

The eye's pupil was a desolate black, dotted with six orange hexagonal light‑spot star‑patterns, the true face of the hexagonal array in the darkness.

Naimi Xisi felt a chill run through his whole body; only when he faced the deity did he perceive the greatness of these supremely holy life‑forms.

It was a power that surpassed the limits of mortal imagination.

Even a single thread of power leaking from the giant eye was enough to stir massive waves in the abyss's lava river; the scorching blood‑colored lava wrapped the eye, trying to sink it deeper into slumber, but Naimi Xisi, the intruder, refused to let it go.

Naimi Xisi raised his bronze left claw, and a low prayer drifted on the breeze into the bottomless abyss.

"Lord of Eye and Hand, the Gazer behind the thousand masks, the Thief of Knowledge, the Executioner of Truth, please descend your will upon this moment."

(End of Chapter)