Chapter 14: Damn, is this Lord of the Mysteries?

In a special place of an unknown dimension, an emperor's figure wearing black imperial robes, an imperial crown, and dragon-scale boots stood there.

On his head rested an ancient-looking fur-made scroll, its runes flowing, depicting the mysteries of the Great Dao of Yin-Yang Five Elements and the Four Symbols and Eight Trigrams.

But if someone could see the emperor's eyes hidden behind the crown, they would find layers of vortices within, faintly shrouded in Buddha light, utterly chaotic, as if he had no sanity of his own and was merely a puppet being controlled.

At that moment, the emperor's figure's body twitched involuntarily.

But the next moment, his body returned to calm, as if the earlier twitch had been an illusion.

At this moment, Feng Yi's consciousness seemed lost in a haze and cycle, with no spacetime, no dimension, no concept of time, no spatial distance, and even no thought fluctuations.

In a daze, an illusion of merging into some barrier arose; his consciousness instantly plummeted and then completely lost perception.

After an unknown span, consciousness finally returned, and Feng Yi slowly opened his eyes.

"Did the transmigration succeed?"

This thought rose in his mind, and he instinctively looked around, discovering he was in a room clearly bearing a classical Western flavor.

"What is this?"

After surveying the surroundings, Feng Yi turned his gaze to a mirror that seemed like a dressing mirror, seeing the image of his parallel-world counterpart assimilated into this world.

A face with clearly Western features, light-blue eyes, a high nose bridge, and deep-set facial features.

"How did I end up in a Western-like world? Strange."

At that moment, Feng Yi suddenly felt something was off, and instinctively glanced at the window half-covered by a swan curtain, seeing the crimson full moon that faintly made his spiritual sense tremble.

The crimson full moon hung high, tranquil and peaceful, yet in his faint perception of some cosmic context, his eyes felt an indescribable terror and dread.

"No, no."

Taking a deep breath to suppress stray thoughts, Feng Yi's mind stirred, and memories surfaced like slideshow frames.

These memories seemed to belong to him originally, causing no impact on his self-awareness.

"Adrien Lord."

"A citizen of the North Continent Lune Kingdom's Becklund, a noble baron of the kingdom."

"Indeed, this is a Western-like world, not right."

Just as this thought rose in his mind, Feng Yi suddenly felt something off; these details felt familiar.

"North Continent Lune Kingdom Becklund."

Thinking of this, Feng Yi hurriedly scanned his memory for a general overview of this world.

"The North Continent Lune Kingdom's Seven Gods Church: Night Goddess, Storm Lord, Eternal Blazing Sun."

"Psychic Alchemy Society, Extraordinary Path Spectators."

"This seems to be the world of Lord of the Mysteries."

Having confirmed what this world was, the original plot of this world began to automatically surface in his mind.

"Original Creator, Gathering and Splitting, Lord of the Mysteries' Primal God, Fallen Mother God Pillar, Outer Day Old God, protagonist Zhou Mingrui, or rather Klein Moretti."

Just as he was recalling the world's details, a sudden, indescribable sense of crisis rose in his heart, and his spiritual perception trembled violently.

"Not good!"

Boom—

Before the thought in his mind could fully rise, waves of indescribable mad gibberish suddenly sounded, chaotic and frenzied, as if emerging from deep within his heart.

In an instant, Feng Yi's mind seemed to be flooded with countless madmen; his will was torn apart and devoured piece by piece, splitting into countless fragments.

At the same time, his body underwent mutation: tentacles sprouted, worms writhed, chunks of rotting flesh fell away, and eyeballs squeezed together, turning him directly into an indescribable mass.

Each of his cells, every bit of flesh, even each strand of hair seemed to sprout an independent consciousness, retaining only the instinct of madness and chaos.

"What's happening?"

"Although this world's high-ranking knowledge carries contamination, I've faced no problems when transmigrating my flesh into super-worlds like the Eternal Life Realm; for a mere Lord of the Mysteries world, I, assimilated as a trace of my innate spiritual light into this world's parallel counterpart, should cause little disturbance, especially with the Yellow Mud Altar protecting me—so why did this anomaly occur?"

A hint of doubt arose in his mind, but he had no time to dwell; Feng Yi endured his will gradually succumbing to madness and instinctively communicated with the Yellow Mud Altar residing within his innate spiritual light.

"Om, ge, a, hou, mou, tuo, zao, dao!"

The Primordial Eight Tones resonated, as if the universe had just begun, the Great Dao's Heavenly Sound from the primordial era, containing the essence of all things, rang from his mind, easily withstanding the mad gibberish and gradually eroding it, restoring his will to clarity.

At the same time, the Yellow Mud Altar appeared directly above his head, radiating a purple-gold holy light, noble and lofty, also carrying a sense of lofty illusion, instantly enveloping his entire body.

Illusory Eight Trigrams shadows shifted continuously, veiling everything around, as if making this place a refuge beneath the Heavenly Dao, concealing heavenly secrets and fate, existing apart from heaven and earth.

"Isn't this easy to conceal? What on earth just happened?"

"Just a Lord of the Mysteries world—could it really be this strange?"

With reason restored and clear, sensing the changes around him, Feng Yi's doubts grew.

"This Lord of the Mysteries world just doesn't feel right!"

At that moment, the purple-gold holy light merged into Feng Yi's body, seemingly touching a deep-seated strand of his spirit that was both sane and insane.

Boom—

In an instant, Feng Yi's body, which had been an indescribable mass, disintegrated outright, as if dissolving from the very source, condensing into twisted, eerie symbols that were manifestations of the Great Dao's rules.

However, these symbols, which seemed to embody the world's underlying Great Dao rules, carried madness and chaos, as if the world's most fundamental principles leaned toward madness and chaos.

Boom—

The purple-gold holy light and the chaotic, twisted symbols fused and collided, like water meeting fire, producing a tremendous chemical reaction.

In a haze, it seemed as if two supreme beings' Great Daos were colliding, each striving to utterly overwhelm the other, alter the other's Great Dao rules, even devour them.

At this moment, a pattern of runes formed on Feng Yi's body became a battlefield, a battlefield of clashing Great Dao rules.

As time passed, those twisted, chaotic symbols seemed to be thoroughly refined by the purple-gold light, purging their madness, shattering the mental imprint, and appearing as normal manifestations of the Great Dao's rules.

One by one, the runes radiating divine intent recombined, continually condensing, as if forming a new body.

In this process, some stature and concept contained within the Yellow Mud Altar, thanks to the purple-gold light, attached to these runes, were reorganized into this new body, settling within Feng Yi's innate spiritual light.

(End of chapter)