Chapter 1741: Chapter 1739: Capital, Pyramid, Black Pharaoh
Stepping into Sharnoth, Han Dong unexpectedly feels a sense of ‘returning home’.
The whole world is actively bonding with Han Dong,
A series of grey-spotted tentacles automatically grow from the back of his head, opening up ports for breathing, deeply inhaling the grey air here in perfect harmony.
Similarly.
Han Dong can easily see through the clouds here and use the Demon Eye to behold the vast grey world.
His face quickly fills with shock.
“This world’s scale probably exceeds some large worlds, comparable to the Subsuper world level… That S-01 could unravel such a scale of independent worlds, and not just one.
Perhaps S-01 itself, having been beyond the Black Tower’s control for so many years, has exceeded the bounds of the Super World.
This is too exaggerated.”
“Come with me, Nicholas… you’d best not stay here too long.
I don’t wish for the world I’ve created to exert too much influence on you… Your [Faceless Myth] needs to be distinguished from mine.
If you stay too long, your body will adapt and simulate the ‘grey’ here, which is no good for you.”
“Okay.”
The traveler has mentioned ‘differences’ issues before, which Han Dong somewhat understands.
Swoosh!
The upcoming journey requires no flight.
The traveler is the master here, with world rules all crafted by him.
A gentle wave of his hand.
The entire world actually rotates around the traveler, as if Han Dong and the traveler are speeding through space.
With the world’s overall rotation.
Sharnoth’s world center slowly comes into view ahead of them.
Amidst layered ring-like mountain ranges, lies a Stitch-City.
‘Stitching’ lies in this city’s fusion of styles from over twenty human cities, including Ancient Egypt, Huaxia, Ancient Babylon, and European medieval— well-known to Han Dong.
As can be seen.
The traveler truly loves the human race, his incarnation having lived traces throughout human development eras.
This forms the city’s style.
Additionally,
Just those ‘King-Level Individuals’ who Han Dong senses here exceed ten, among them is [Night Parent N.G.] whom Han Dong knows well, having returned to live in Sharnoth after the London Game ended.
When grey figures emerge above the city, all the inhabitants of the kingdom kneel in devotion.
“Follow me.”
Under the traveler’s guidance, Han Dong arrives at the peak of a grand pyramid… This giant pyramid is set in the kingdom’s central district, showing its importance.
Simultaneously, a strong and familiar aura is felt.
“Senior, does this pyramid symbolize the incarnation of [Black Pharaoh]?”
“Indeed, it is the incarnation borrowed by you during the London Game, my favorite and one of the most powerful incarnations… Your ability to control it was due to your own ‘pharaoh attributes,’ a highly compatible trait.
The real remnant pages of the Book of Dead Spirit are suppressed at the pyramid’s deepest layer by the Black Pharaoh and personally selected Faceless Priests.”
This time, neither spatial movement nor special means are used to directly reach the deepest layer.
Rather, they take a highly sealed elevator, in a “slow,” “steady” manner descending to the pyramid’s bottom.
Clack! Clack!
Each descent halts and stays for a while.
Going down to the pyramid’s middle.
Like a current runs through Han Dong’s mind, his brow’s Demon Eye opens automatically, seemingly drawn by some homogenous attraction.
“This is!”
Slowly.
The Demon Eye appears somewhat uncontrollable, like it possesses self-consciousness spinning in the socket.
However, with Han Dong’s subjective consciousness intervening, a black whirlpool forms in the pupil… the Demon Eye’s agitation gradually calms down.
“Reacting is normal.
The Book of Dead Spirit is recognized as the Ultimate Grimoire capable of destroying worlds, otherwise it wouldn’t have been shredded by Chaos.
Its remnants are either preserved in the hands of us Upper Beings or directly cast into Shattered Dimensions for safest exiled preservation… This book, just by existing, can easily influence consciousness individuals.
Especially someone like you who secretly learned from the copy.”
“Indeed, very unusual.
However, I can bear it… Speaking of which, senior, does this place seal the Eye Remnants?”
“Preliminary Volume and Eye Remnants.
The Preliminary Volume determines your entry capability, if perfectly controlled, earning partial acknowledgment from the Book of Dead Spirit.
Though danger remains, at least you can conduct normal learning and perception.”
Han Dong immediately asks: “Perception? Does it mean that once mastering the Preliminary Volume, I can perceive other remnants’ locations?”
“Not complete perception, but overall direction can be determined… After all, before you, ‘chosen ones’ have studied the Preliminary Volume.
Unfortunately, those guys became completely out of control while seeking remnants and learning, transforming into Dead Spirits, even bringing devastating disaster to some Old Kings.”
“Perception? That sounds good.”
Clack!
When the elevator reaches the bottom, a heavy sound of stones moving is heard outside, like temporarily assembling an underground passage.
As the sealed elevator door slowly opens.
A sound of whisper directly echoes in Han Dong’s brain.
Unlike any whispers heard before,
This sound seems to stir every evil desire within Han Dong, like a universal key swiftly unlocking individual rational restraints.
However…
Han Dong is unaffected, not even bothered to express a mad laugh.
[Evil Desire]
Han Dong has never had much evil desire; rather, doesn’t have it at all.
If desire had to be mentioned, the strongest for Han Dong is the pursuit of ‘knowledge’.
In his previous life as a human, he prioritized seeking knowledge above all, whenever a breakthrough occurred, he’d stay awake excitedly in the laboratory… Ignoring texts from the neighbor female teacher or calls from the delivery person.
Especially in his embodied form, arriving at this world filled with knowledge.
Currently,
Whispers from the Grimoire not only doesn’t obstruct or influence,
Instead, it intensifies Han Dong’s urgent desire to read, learn the Book of Dead Spirit… without any other excessive thought.
‘You indeed are the best choice.
Previously screened ‘chosen ones’ were affected in various forms when getting close, maybe you really can master the Book of Dead Spirit.
Perhaps the ‘beautiful scene’ I wish to see will be flawlessly showcased in you.’
The traveler silently watches Han Dong’s back, no longer advancing, the subsequent journey left for Han Dong to undertake alone.
Following the ringed passage further down,
Unconsciously, Han Dong steps into the underground center- [Suppression Hall].
Vast, pitch-black underground space.
Soaring with eighteen round pillars… These pillars not for support, but are seats for the “Faceless Priests.”
Each priest, draped in grey robes, floats at the pillar tops with right arms extended.
Their palms aim at the hall center’s independent stone chamber, the site storing the Book of Dead Spirit’s remnants.
Shuffle shuffle~
Suddenly.
Cold skull-yellow sand unknowingly sweeps past Han Dong’s calves.
In the dark, a powerful and familiar figure slowly steps out.
Before seeing the entity’s form, Han Dong identifies the presence’s identity.
“Black Pharaoh! What’s the matter… Why does it feel so different in status compared to the traveler?”