Chapter 1018 - 475: Illusions of the Past, the "Name" the World Cannot Bear_2
Lin Yi’s soul trembled uncontrollably, his will slowly twisting into a gigantic tree-like form. He seemed to see the burning ashes in Fibonacci sequence shapes blooming around the "Primordial Ash Apostle," forming strange floral shapes akin to those of Ancient Indian religions. Countless nocturnal species and a multitude of Sneering Angels sang hymns of an unholy ritual, as if conducting a dark mass that transcends solitude...
And in the center of this mass was Lin Yi’s lonely will...
His ears were filled with endless whispers, fervent chants, and lengthy murmurs. He seemed to hear languages from beyond the world, yet couldn’t hear any sounds from the world he was familiar with.
His will seemed enveloped by a vortex, his thoughts plunged into a hypercube labyrinth. He tried to find logic within, but every attempt at extrapolation seemed to create new paradoxical branches.
He gazed directly at the "Primordial Ash Apostle," but every frame of what he witnessed became a path for cognitive overwrite and erosion, constantly creating cracks in his original cognition. In the midst of infinite overwrites, the existence of the "Primordial Ash Apostle" itself seemed to have transformed into an insoluble paradox, stitching reality and madness together in the same eerie radiance...
[som...]
[lyset...]
[fantmoer...]
[till...]
The call from the void sounded like thousands of tearing silk, countless shattered voices swirling in the ash-formed wind, wandering in twisted layers, surrounding Lin Yi’s will, as if trying to obliterate him completely.
[De...som...]
[e som...jager...lyset...]