Dozens of white candles quietly burned, casting flickering shadows on the walls, like living creatures writhing. Wisps of gray mist seeped in from unknown places. Like tiny snakes with life, silently coiling around the candle flames, yet daring not to come too close. The halo seemed to be the only refuge in this darkness. The most update n0vels are published on 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⚫𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖⚫𝕟𝕖𝕥 At the center of the candle circle, Jia Sangyi sat cross-legged, with his eyes tightly shut. The red crescent mark on his forehead was emitting an eerie glow, flickering unpredictably. Tiny beads of sweat seeped from the corner of his forehead, sliding down his thin face, but he remained unaware. This Yoga Master was obviously at a very critical moment. His breath was so deep it seemed to nearly stop. The surrounding air emitted a low hum, like countless cicada wings vibrating at high speed. The CD player on the floor beside him still played white noise before a storm. The howling wind sweeping through the valley seemed to build a barrier around Jia Sangyi, isolating inside and outside. Yet now, an inexplicable cold wind blew through the room. This wind arose out of nowhere, swirling around, incongruous with the white noise. It did not feel like a natural occurrence, but more like the erosion of spiritual power, whispers from another dimension. The candle flames began to flicker violently, shadows twisted into grotesque shapes on the walls. The wall opposite Jia Sangyi, the solid cement surface suddenly seemed elastic, bulging inwards into a clear outline. That outline was distinctly a curled-up human form, seemingly struggling with all its might to emerge from the wall. Jia Sangyi’s brow furrowed deeply, his lips moved slightly, uttering an ancient and obscure syllable. The wall immediately emitted a dull sound, and the bulging human form reluctantly receded. But Jia Sangyi did not relax. Bulges appeared one after another. Aside from the walls, the ceiling, floor, and even the window covered by curtains seemed to come alive. Faces, twisted in agony, appeared and sank within them, accompanied by faint sounds of wailing. Muffled pounding sounds came from all directions, as if countless things were imprisoned behind the walls, deep in the darkness. They frantically wanted to break into this candle-lit room. The steel and concrete structure at this moment seemed like a fragile membrane, ready to be torn at any time. The ominous wind intensified, the candle flames flickering erratically. More gray mist seeped in, pooling and surging on the floor, nearly forming a sea of mist within reach. Cold sweat became denser on Jia Sangyi’s forehead. He slightly shifted his will, a spiritual link pierced through layers of barriers, accurately locking onto a point of light in the darkness. Then he issued a command: "Old Feng, you can act now." After a brief silence, a low response came from the other end of the link. Receiving confirmation, Jia Sangyi no longer paid attention to the external anomalies. He concentrated completely, diving into another dimension. It was an endless dark ocean, tides of consciousness rising and falling, creating waves. Dozens of white dots representing human survivors were tremblingly gathered in several areas, shivering with fear. And around them, more and denser crimson dots roamed everywhere, those were monsters distorted by the Inner World. In the center of the entire dark ocean, a particularly bright point of light floated. It wasn’t a point of light; it should be called a mass of light. A massive, ominously red glowing mass of light. It pulsated rhythmically, like a beating heart. When Jia Sangyi’s consciousness focused on it, the true appearance of the mass revealed itself. It was an incredibly large red eye. The pupil was a deep, bottomless black vortex, like a black hole consuming everything in the world. Numerous thick blood vessels, like ugly roots, spread across the entire sphere. Radiating outward, extending into the void of endless darkness. It seemed alive, slightly rotating its pupil, suddenly locking onto Jia Sangyi’s gaze. Only for a second, it stared. Countless mad whispers flooded into Jia Sangyi’s mind like a dam bursting. Attempting to peel his soul from his consciousness, to take over his body. Anyone with even slightly weaker spiritual power, just one glance, would fall into complete consciousness downfall, ending up like those mindless monsters outside. But Jia Sangyi only experienced a turbulent wave within the sea of his spirit, and forcibly steadied his mind. Not only did he not retreat, but he approached with an even crazier thought. At this moment, Luo Lie should be leading the team to hunt down the mysterious expert who infiltrated the building and stole information. Now was the best time for him to seize the opportunity and realize his ambitions. Jia Sangyi’s lips curled slightly into a cold arc. That arrogant fool assumed he was here to help catch the mole, truly naive. The so-called "mole" had been his person all along. Luo Lie was completely unaware that his true purpose was the red eye before him. Which was the oddity acquired by the Noah Organization’s East Capital Branch six months ago, the "Deep Red Eye." Jia Sangyi had been stuck at the peak of an A-Class power user for too long, long enough for any genius’s sharpness to be worn down. Fifteen whole years, he made no progress, as if fate had drawn an insurmountable limit for him.