Chapter 494

“That’s true—we can only use the first method, patiently asking others to ponder the Ten Thousand Phases Eye, though it will take an extremely long time, there will eventually come a day when all the magical patterns are fully understood.” The brocade-robed man murmured.

Although Chai He Feng said nothing further, her face showed clear agreement.

The two then stopped meditating, sitting cross-legged in silent wait.

Another day passed; inside the wooden door, there was no sound.

The cloth-dressed woman and the brocade-robed man both looked slightly surprised.

Another day passed; still, there was no anomaly inside the wooden door.

The woman and the brocade-robed man’s expressions grew noticeably moved.

After three more consecutive days passed, no knocking sound came from within the wooden door.

Their faces now wore expressions of mixed astonishment and delight.

At the same moment.

Inside the mysterious space beyond the wooden door.

Wang Yu’s feet had long since left the ground; he hung motionless in midair, directly before the enormous yellow eye, eyes tightly shut, one hand stretched out with fingers splayed, pressed firmly against the pupil.

His face was unnaturally pale; faint emerald-green scales shimmered on both cheeks, his skin burned with intense heat, and strands of white vapor—condensed from sweat—continuously rose from his hair, as if an ancient calculator running far beyond its capacity, on the verge of collapsing.

On either side of the enormous eye, over twenty magical pattern symbols now glowed with brilliant crimson light.

Simultaneously, within Wang Yu’s spiritual sea, a cluster of twisted, tadpole-like crimson lines gradually coalesced, becoming clearly visible.

Clearly, this magical pattern had nearly been fully simulated by the system; it would not be long before he fully comprehended it.

Wang Yu felt his head weighed a thousand pounds; his spiritual sea pulsed with profound exhaustion—he had drained too much mental energy. Even with the system’s aid, minimizing spiritual cost and maximizing efficiency, he was now barely holding on.

Almost enough!

Wang Yu shifted his thought—he would stop after comprehending this one magical pattern.

He didn’t know how his result ranked, but he was certain it was far from poor—it would surely catch the attention of the Bi Shui Palace’s high-ups.

Though the magical patterns on this strange eye were bizarre and profoundly obscure, they were not truly much harder than those on the Chi Yan Blade; moreover, he needed only to comprehend individual patterns, not the entire diagram—making the actual difficulty slightly lower.

Yet the number of magical patterns on this eye was clearly far greater than those on the Chi Yan Blade.

And according to the cloth-dressed woman, each person could comprehend it only once—once finished, they could never attempt it again—making the cultivation of this talent artifact extraordinarily difficult.

After all, the Bi Shui Palace had invited so many to ponder it; most likely, those lacking sufficient insight couldn’t even comprehend a single pattern, and even among those who did, many patterns were likely duplicated.

But then—what was that lone-eyed Tyrannosaurus he had seen earlier?

That blind Tyrannosaurus was identical to the one from a blue-star horror film he had watched as a child.

In that film, the Jurassic Tyrannosaurus, resurrected by scientists, relentlessly chased a group of children who served as the protagonists; its grotesque, terrifying appearance had left the young Wang Yu with nightmares and deep psychological trauma.

Even now, recalling that Tyrannosaurus made his heart chill involuntarily—it was, by far, the greatest terror of his life.

So—could this eye perceive the deepest fears in one’s heart and conjure corresponding illusions?

Wang Yu pondered this, a chill of dread creeping into his mind.

At this moment, having slowed his comprehension of the magical pattern, he finally had a sliver of mental bandwidth to consider other things—but he quickly banished distractions, refocusing his spirit entirely on the pattern.

After a stick of incense burned out.

A soft “puff.”

In Wang Yu’s spiritual sea, a clear crimson symbol stood sharply visible.

Simultaneously, on one side of the yellow eye, the same crimson symbol silently emerged.

Wang Yu exhaled lightly, preparing to open his eyes—when suddenly, he heard “thump… thump…” the sound of a heartbeat.

Though faint, it was unmistakably clear.

Startled, he snapped his eyes open, fixing his gaze on the enormous eye before him.

On the eye’s surface, besides the twenty-odd crimson symbols already comprehended, nearly a hundred more symbols were now slowly emerging, faintly linking with the earlier ones to form a complex crimson spiritual pattern.

And the heartbeat sound originated from within this crimson magical pattern—initially faint, but rapidly growing louder.

The thing had suddenly come alive.

Wang Yu’s eye twitched; without hesitation, he retracted his arm, snatching his hand back from the eye like lightning.

Almost at the same instant—“puff!”—a spray of blood-tinged fine threads erupted from the eye’s crimson pattern, moving with impossible speed, piercing straight through Wang Yu’s body.

“Boom.”

Wang Yu’s body burst like a bubble and dissolved on the spot; ten zhang below, another Wang Yu silently materialized on the ground.

He had, at the critical moment, activated the Instant Step—his true body had already stepped into empty space and landed safely on the ground, leaving behind only an afterimage.

The blood threads, having missed their target, spun midair and surged downward again toward the Wang Yu on the ground.

Without hesitation, Wang Yu formed a hand seal with one hand; rolling white flames erupted from his body, meeting the descending threads, while a massive white halo flickered faintly behind his back.

But the next instant, he felt a sudden chill in his soles—his cultivation energy gushed downward like a tide, while a terrifying force surged upward into his body, twisting his meridians and scattering his energy, causing both the white flames and the halo behind him to vanish simultaneously.

Wang Yu quickly looked down—on the ground, countless blood threads had inexplicably sprouted, tightly wrapping his feet, and more were rapidly crawling up his calves toward his thighs.

Meanwhile, the blood threads in the air, now unopposed by white flames, formed a vast net and descended to smother his entire head.

Wang Yu, both startled and furious, instantly pointed one finger at his brow, tilted his head back, and opened his mouth to emit a howl like a gibbon’s cry.

A torrent of white, terrifying mental force shot skyward—the descending blood threads shattered inch by inch, dissolving into thick clouds of crimson mist.

Simultaneously, his body swelled violently; his limbs thickened, and dense clouds of golden-silver mist shimmered across his thighs.

He lifted one leg and slammed it down hard upon the ground.

A deafening “boom!”

The ground cracked open; the remaining mental force exploded into a blinding white shockwave, roaring outward in all directions—soil churned, plants shattered, and debris hung suspended in midair.

The blood threads wrapped around his calves and feet simultaneously exploded into fragments, turning into swirling clouds of crimson mist.