Chapter 657: Safety Feeling

The black-robed man was stunned.

The abstract images were like drunken hallucinations, making it impossible to distinguish reality from illusion. By the time he recovered his senses, everything around him was filled with lines and shapes, and it felt as if he was being torn apart alive!

Thump, thump—!

Two bursts of blood mist exploded from the black-robed man. He was horrified. Several green fiery footprints flashed from beneath his feet, and in the next moment, his figure darted hundreds of meters away.

But no matter how he tried to escape, the lines and shapes seemed to transcend space, effortlessly tracking him. Furthermore, every material object around him visibly transformed into geometric figures.

The road stretching straight ahead resembled two long, slender perspective lines; the bricks and tiles scattered by the roadside became polygons that floated into the air; distant burning flames looked like pulsating curves, arcing from the sky; even the cracked gullies on the ground transformed into a dense net of thick lines, binding him in place!

Finally, countless geometric shapes, like waves, completely engulfed him. If someone were to look down from a high altitude, they would discover that these surging geometric waves had morphed into the outline of an abstract face.

This face covered the entire spiderweb-like ground, and the black-robed man's location was merely a small area within its triangular left eye.

Eerie green flames struggled to erupt from the waves, like the last gasps of a drowning person. They persisted for more than ten seconds before finally subsiding, leaving only a streak of crimson spreading out, like a silent tear of blood rolling down the corner of the abstract face's eye.

With the death of this Seventh-Tier wizard, the surging geometric figures gradually returned to their original positions, re-aligning with the roads, houses, flames, and ground.

In the void, the picture frame carrying the face of the Second Hall emerged.

"The second one."

The Second Hall spoke softly, and in the next moment, his form transformed into a streak of light, approaching the next battlefield.

The Second Hall was well aware that this was a war against time; the longer it dragged on, the more disadvantageous it would be for the Mortal Realm. This was definitely not the time for conventional warfare. As the mid-tier combat strength of the Floating Life Scroll was inferior to that of the Witchcraft Association, they had to leverage their top-tier strength to end the war swiftly!

As an Eighth-Tier combatant, he had to eliminate the Witchcraft Association's Seventh-Tier forces in the shortest possible time to alleviate pressure on his side. Therefore, immediately after completing his deployment, he joined the battlefield. According to the Second Hall's plan, if he could clear all Witchcraft Association forces above the Sixth-Tier within two hours, the Limitless Realm would surely lose.

In simple terms, it was a lightning war to counter a lightning war!

Facts proved that the Second Hall's decision was correct.

Not long ago, the Second Hall had already rushed to Xuezheng Town and saved Wang Jincheng. Including this one, he had now consecutively killed two Seventh-Tier members of the Limitless Realm. Just a moment ago, news came from the Fourth Hall that he had also severely wounded a Seventh-Tier member and was heading to Lü Liangren's battlefield.

It now seemed that, apart from Yang Muquan's ongoing entanglement, the Floating Life Scroll had a significant advantage on all other fronts, with victory in sight.

Without the slightest hesitation, the Second Hall flew towards Meilong Town, the nearest location.

By this time, Meilong Town had also been reduced to ruins. Two figures were rapidly clashing within it, and the entire sky was divided into two colors, yin and yang, by their respective domains.

Boom—!!

Yang Muquan, covered in black viscous fluid, was slammed from high in the sky to the ground, kicking up a cloud of sand and gravel in the ruins.

The Seventh-Tier Witchcraft Association member in mid-air was about to make a move when an abstract large hand suddenly extended from nothingness, grabbed him by the neck, and instantly pulled him into the empty picture frame!

He had no time to react. By the time he suddenly awoke, he was already inside *Guernica*, with endless abstract figures pouring into the painting, like a colossal millstone beginning to consume his life.

Meilong Town, ruins.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Yang Muquan lay in the shattered crater. Seeing the Second Hall descending, he couldn't help but speak,

"I don't need your help; I can kill him myself!"

"This is not the time for honor," the Second Hall said in a deep voice. "If you're not dead yet, get up quickly. We need to go for a decapitation strike."

"Decapitation strike?"

Yang Muquan was momentarily stunned. Though he didn't understand, he still quickly followed the Second Hall, rushing into the distance.

"The Seventh-Tier combat forces of the Limitless Realm are basically crippled... As long as we kill that usurping Witchcraft Association President, it will be impossible for them to do anything else to the Mortal Realm," the Second Hall explained as they hurried along.

"What? How long has the battle been going on for them to be crippled already?" Yang Muquan couldn't help but laugh.

"Right, one Eighth-Tier and four Seventh-Tiers... With such meager strength, they dare claim they'd flatten the Mortal Realm. I wonder where they got the courage."

"Don't get complacent," the Second Hall said solemnly. "The Witchcraft Association's top-tier strength is lacking because they went through internal strife, and those who refused to submit to the new president were purged... However, their mid-tier and lower-tier forces are still intact; they are the backbone of this slaughter."

"Also, don't forget... Lord Wuji hasn't shown up yet."

"Lord Wuji needs to guard the Limitless Realm, right? If he leaves, what happens to the domain protecting the Limitless Realm? Is he abandoning his home base?"

The Second Hall remained silent for a long time, his triangular eyes within the picture frame gazing towards the horizon.

"Although that's how it should be, I always feel that this attack by the Limitless Realm isn't that simple..."

"Red Heart, what's wrong?"

Seeing Chen Ling suddenly stop in place, Jian Changsheng, who was walking beside him, asked curiously.

Chen Ling didn't answer. His eyes were fixed on the scroll, and he stood frozen like a statue.

Countless thoughts flashed through Chen Ling's mind. Details he had once overlooked resurfaced: the Mortal Realm, Lord Hongchen, the "Mortal World" embroidery, Liu Town meticulously replicated from the embroidery, the green leaves protecting Hongchen, and the Chief who had lived for hundreds of years behind the relief door...

Everything connected in Chen Ling's mind. At that moment, Chen Ling realized he had been wrong...

He had originally thought that Liu Town existed as something Lord Hongchen, Su Zhiwei, had created to commemorate Yao Qing. However, Su Zhiwei's ability was "String Theory," which did not allow her to transform a flat embroidery into an entire town. Therefore, someone else must have built Liu Town.

It wasn't Lord Hongchen using Liu Town to commemorate Yao Qing... It was Yao Qing who replicated Liu Town for Su Zhiwei.

Chen Ling's consciousness was suddenly pulled back to his previous experience in the Era Archive. Su Zhiwei stood quietly in the ruins, looking into his eyes as she said,

"...If I were to sleep there for a very long time..."

"I would want that place to be familiar, a place that makes me feel safe."