Chapter 1738: Chapter 1736: Crimson Invasion
"The Truth on the Abyssal Wall is clearly visible.
Now it seems, from Myth to King,
it should involve ’chiseling’ into this Truth Abyss in correspondence with the Mythology Map... creating a King Domain of my own.
And because I possess the qualifications of a new king, I should be able to simultaneously carve the [Throne] during the domain’s creation.
Such a feeling is exceptionally exhilarating! No wonder individuals of the Ancestor Return level are believed incapable of killing a Mythic Body. The feeling of grasping Truth in one’s hand is like breaking free from the world’s restraints, transcending the conventional concepts of life and death.
To be killed, one must use attacks that touch upon the level of Truth.
The domain exhibited at the Myth stage truly constitutes a personal domain in the real sense.
Within this domain, reality intervention can occur, meaning the replacement or overlay of existing matter in reality, affecting some conventional ideas within the domain with senior Truth rules.
Within the square inch, I am supreme.
Moreover, as I hypothesized, the three different domains have completed the ’Trinity’ with the construction of Myth and the adaptation compatibility of the Faceless One.
If there’s an opportunity, I’d love to try real combat."
Seated between stone seats, Han Dong closed his eyes, feeling the change of ’complete sublimation,’ and couldn’t help but burst into mad laughter.
The laughter directly caused tremors throughout the Abyss, and even tens of thousands of black balloons filled with smiling faces floated upwards.
Until the laughter filled the entire Consciousness Space,
even the fruits on the Talent Tree resonated, the graves in the cemetery began to loosen, as if corpses wanted to crawl out.
An individual identical to Han Dong also stopped in their tracks, quietly listening to such laughter.
The laughter could affect and even damage the environment, while also perceiving every situation in the current environment... And just as the laughter enveloped the temporarily constructed [Taoist Temple], it was like a blood arrow pierced through the brain.
Even causing Han Dong, who had just accomplished the Myth, to feel a stabbing pain in his mind.
His expression changed drastically.
Pa!
Han Dong slapped the armrest of the stone seat heavily and charged upwards towards the top of the Abyss.
A few seconds later,
Han Dong, holding a blood-red fruit, while taking large bites, stared at the ’Taoist Temple’ shrouded in crimson blood mist in front of him.
To be exact,
under the scarlet embellishment, the originally dilapidated temple had transformed into a Scarlet Mansion that Han Dong was very familiar with.
Thick, viscous blood flowed through the walls,
occasionally revealing various eerie skeletons symbolizing the Dark Blood Sect,
Han Dong, as the consciousness subject, was unable to control or even glimpse into this building... as if it was someone’s private territory.
’That Count guy actually opened up a territory of his own in my Consciousness Space.
Is it the influence of the Demon Book or his own will... let’s go in and have a look.’
Han Dong wasn’t angry at all; on the contrary, upon seeing such a Blood Mansion construction, he felt quite relieved.
It indirectly indicated that the Count must have had a breakthrough while practicing the Demon Book.
Step~
When Han Dong stepped into the Blood Mansion.
Strange skulls immediately surfaced on the walls on both sides, using the flowing blood on the surface of the walls to coagulate fresh blood bodies and donning dark red robes.
The emblem decorated on the back of the robes symbolized the "Bloodsworn’s" identity.
They knelt in rows on both sides of the hall, as if welcoming this special ’guest,’ Han Dong.
Yet Han Dong’s attention remained on the large painting hanging in the middle of the hall - "depicting the scene of the Count performing a piano solo in a private theater, with a young man wearing a Crow Mask standing at the theater entrance."
Han Dong immediately saw some unusual artistic conception in this painting.
"Huh?"
Creaaak~
Simultaneously, a secret door at the bottom was opened.
Strands of blood seemingly possessing life and independent consciousness flowed out from the passage behind the secret door... even coagulating structures of arms from the blood, beckoning Han Dong to proceed to the deepest part.
"That Count, this guy must have made significant breakthroughs in practicing the Demon Book... and has become somewhat more interesting too."
Han Dong instantly realized something, quickening his pace into the passage.
Changing from walking to ultra high-speed movement... this passage ahead was too familiar to him, leading directly to the Count’s private theater.
Even before reaching it, he could hear generous and powerful melodies loudly echoing, with even the blood flowing on the ground pulsating to the rhythm.
Upon stepping into the [Private Theater].
On the stage, the Count, wrapped in a garment of blood, was performing Mozart’s "Symphony No. 5" solo.
Han Dong noticed several crucial details.
1. The "cone-shaped eye protector" the Count had worn for years was gone, and he was performing the symphony with closed eyes.
2. The Demon Book - "Seven-Cryptical-Books-of-Hsan" was placed on the piano; the Count seemed to have fully gained the recognition of the Demon Book or learned the fundamental content of the first Chapter.
3. Judging from the aura emitted by the Count, he was only one thin film away from Myth.
(It should be noted that since Han Dong had completely become a Faceless One, he could provide adaptive feedback to everything.
The body could effectively shield external perceptions, even the blood climbing Han Dong’s calf couldn’t perceive Han Dong’s current rank or power.
The Count, who had been engrossed in the Demon Book and even privately established a Consciousness Manor, was unaware of what was happening outside.)
When the solo performance ended.
The Count gently said:
"I apologize, on a whim, I replicated the Scarlet Mansion based on the Taoist Temple... and it’s truly formed with the purest blood combined with the insights from the Demon Book, a Scarlet Home in the real sense.
I’ve basically mastered the first volume of the Demon Book, and the ’control’ over everything has reached a new level."
At this moment.
The Count rose from the piano stool, facing Han Dong.
He slowly opened his long-sealed eyes.
At the moment of meeting their gaze, Han Dong unexpectedly felt as if his eyeballs were being pierced.
Drip drip drip... even blood oozed from the corner of the eye.
In the Count’s eyes was a special pupil - "Eye pupils manifesting as a cone-ringed structure, with a blood-colored longsword standing upright within the ring."
Such characteristics clearly indicated a comprehensive ascension in the Count’s mastery over the [Holy Sword], ready to embark on the journey to Saint Grade.
"Not bad," Han Dong smile.
The Count performed a rather respectful aristocratic bow: "Nicholas, I have a small request! Please kill me one more time here... of course, if you can’t do it. I will expand the mansion’s area to take over your entire Consciousness Space.
After all, your body is truly amazing!"
"Sure!"
As soon as the words were spoken.
The side walls of the entire theater began to seep with blood, and the Count charged forward on a wave of crimson.
Whether it was speed, strength, or momentum, they were completely different from before.
Behind him appeared a virtual image of a bloodhound almost filling the space... seemingly wanting to swallow Han Dong whole.
Blood-striped patterns crisscrossed his entire body, flowing into the palm to coalesce a purer Holy Sword, pointed directly at Han Dong’s brain.
...
[Three minutes later]
In the thoroughly shattered private theater.
Han Dong sat cross-legged by the edge of the stage, holding the severed head of the Count in his hand.
"Not bad, to last so long... it’s time to send you off to seek the Holy Blood heritage."
The Count still remained in a bewildered state.
Incapable of accepting the strength Han Dong just displayed, especially that bizarre, completely unpredictable and undefendable terrifying domain.
"You... when did you reach Myth?!"
"Just now~ you’re not far off, either. With your current state heading towards Horror Dawn, you should be able to achieve it in a short time... when I return from Horror Dawn, you should reach it, too."
"Wait, I’m from there... let’s go check it out."
Realizing something instantly, Han Dong quickened his pace into the corridor.
Switching from a walk to ultra-high-speed movement... this was a passageway he was very familiar with, which would lead directly to the Count’s private theater.
Entering [the Private Theater].
On the stage, the Count, garbed in his blood-red robe, was playing a solo of Mozart’s "Fifth Symphony."
Han Dong noted several important details.
1. The "Cone-shaped eye protector" that the Count had worn for years had disappeared, and he was now performing the symphony, eyes shut tight.
2. The Demon Book - ’Seven-Cryptical-Books-of-Hsan’ was placed on the piano, and the Count appeared to have fully gained the acknowledgement of the book or learned at least the basics of its first Chapter.
3. Judging by the aura emitted by the Count, he was only separated from Myth by a thin veil.
(It is worth noting that since Han Dong had fully transformed into the Faceless One, he can adaptively mask himself from all external sensing.
Even the blood climbing Han Dong’s calf couldn’t sense his current level or strength.)
Just standing in the middle of the aisle midway through.[Chapel]when he crossed over to
The curtains on stage drew back.
On a scarlet piano, a blood-robed Count was striking up a solo of Mozart’s "Fifth Symphony" in the center of the grand stage.
Han Dong observed several key details with attention.
1. The Count’s long-adopted ’cone-shaped eye protector’ had disappeared, and he was now performing the symphony with eyes tightly shut.
2. The Demon Book, the "Seven-Cryptical-Books-of-Hsan," rested atop the piano, and the Count appeared to have completely earned the blessing of the Demon Book or learned the basic content of the first Chapter.
3. The aura radiating from the Count suggested he was just a thin membrane away from ascending to Myth.
(It is important to note that since Han Dong has fully transformed into the Faceless One, he can adaptively shield himself from external perception.
Even the blood that climbed onto Han Dong’s calf couldn’t sense Han Dong’s current level or power even if it wanted to.
The Count, who has already immersed himself in cultivating the Demon Book, must have achieved a major breakthrough...
At the brink of the abyss, he felt an inexplicable excitement as if he finally understood the abyss of truth, his laughter resonated throughout the consciousness space, and even the fruits on the Talent Tree began to resonate, with graves in the cemetery trembling, as if every bone of the dead wanted to escape.
Individuals identical to Han Dong paused, quietly listening to such laughter.
"p>As the peals of laughter enveloped the hastily constructed [Taoist Temple], it felt like a bloody arrow had pierced straight through his brain.
This was how Han Dong – who had just ascended to Myth – felt a stab of pain in his mind.
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