The Death Eater were whispering among themselves.
In fact.
This couldn't escape the Legend ears.
Deep within the hall, Voldemort remained completely oblivious to the bewilderment of his servants outside the door.
His crimson eyes reflected the newly born chaotic imprints and surging Legend power deep within his soul, and a cold, satisfied smile curved his lips.
He got up again and walked towards the hidden door leading to the deepest Chamber of Secrets underground.
The newly solidified Legend realm and the initial fusion of Deep Space power fueled his desire for more research and experimentation. The power he gained from the "Echoes," those fragmented and frenzied pieces of knowledge, needed time to be sorted out, verified, and transformed into more practical power. The meeting in the corner of the London night market continued, while deep within the dark lair, another, more secretive and dangerous transformation and exploration was about to begin again.
Voldemort entered the Chamber of Secrets.
The heavy, hidden door closed silently behind him, completely isolating him from all light, sound, and confusion. The unique aura of the underground Chamber of Secrets, a mixture of aged rocks, damp vapor, decaying Parchment, and a deeper, indescribable blasphemous scent, enveloped him like a viscous liquid. But for Voldemort, Legend had just broken through to legendary status and whose soul was branded with the mark of chaos, this aura was not suffocating at all; instead, it brought a sense of familiarity and comfort, like returning to the womb.
"Coo coo coo~"
Something is bubbling.
In the center of the Chamber of Secrets, the dark red patterns on the black basalt altar seemed to sense the return of its master, pulsating slightly like the heartbeat of a sleeping behemoth. The eerie blue flames of several Merpeople oil lamps flickered uneasily, casting Voldemort's elongated, slightly distorted shadow onto the walls inscribed with blasphemous runes.
"I'm gradually coming to understand everything."
Voldemort didn't immediately begin his planned "great work." He needed to... experience it first. Experience just how different this new, qualitatively changed power truly was.
"Now, I will test my power!" He slowly raised his pale hand, not holding a wand, but facing a pile of discarded obsidian targets in the corner of the Chamber of Secrets, used to test the strength of spells. With a slight thought, a stream of Magic Power flowed from his fingertips—no longer the kind of Dark Magic energy that required careful guidance and carried a strong personal will, but a more... "direct" undercurrent with cold and chaotic characteristics. There were no incantations, no light. Under the influence of the invisible force, the surface of the pile of hard obsidian instantly became covered with spiderweb-like cracks. Then, the cracks began to soften and writhe, as if turning into some kind of semi-liquid, foul-smelling black sludge, before quickly solidifying again. It formed a pile of twisted, deformed, bizarre sculptures, as if they had been arbitrarily kneaded and discarded by an invisible giant force, with strange patterns resembling the internal organs of a living organism remaining on the surface.
"Distort reality..." Voldemort's crimson eyes flashed with ecstasy. In the past, to achieve a similar effect, he would have needed to cast a complex and costly Dark Magic Transfiguration Spell, and it would have been difficult to do it so thoroughly and... with this unsettling "unnatural" quality. But now, it was almost as if he had a thought, and the Magic Power response was as natural as breathing.
I am now invincible!
Voldemort, brimming with confidence, turned to the other side, where several Crystal Ball imprisoning the Gnome souls of goblins lay. He extended his wand—a Yew Wand that seemed to come alive in his hand, its shaft slightly warm, resonating strongly with his newly generated chaotic Magic Power. With a grotesque laugh, he lightly tapped the wand, releasing the simplest of spells: the " Pain Intensification " curse he had once used to torment his enemies' wills.
However, this low-level curse, which was originally just meant to amplify pain, underwent a bizarre change after merging with his Legend chaotic Magic Power and the qualities brought by the " Echoes of Deep Space " from the depths of his soul!
The dark purple Magic Power light, like living tentacles, pierced into the Crystal Ball. The Gnome the ball instantly twisted violently, emitting no longer a simple scream of pain, but a mixture of extreme agony, an incomprehensible sense of spatial disorientation, and utter madness after witnessing an indescribable and terrifying spectacle!
"Sizzle~"
Even fleeting, blurry images appeared on the surface of the Crystal Ball, like blasphemous geometric patterns spinning wildly like a kaleidoscope!
That's it!
Voldemort retrieved his wand with satisfaction. Its power had more than doubled! Moreover, it had acquired the effects of mental pollution and cognitive interference! How terrifying this would be in actual combat!
He tried several other advanced Dark Magic one by one: the wide-ranging " Decay and Withering," which used to require a long time to gather Magic Power and guide incantations, could now be cast almost instantly, covering a wider area. The eroded matter not only rotted but also emitted spores that induced madness. The powerful " Soul Drain " could not only plunder Life Force but also seemed to subtly shake the target's willpower, leaving behind the aftereffect of chaotic whispers.
Voldemort; he even tried a forbidden spell from ancient Dark Magic texts, a spell he had always been hesitant to use due to its high Magic Power requirements and the great risk of backlash—" Void Rending "—a spell said to be able to temporarily tear apart reality on a small scale, creating a death zone filled with spatial turbulence and void energy.
In the past, just constructing the spell's structure would make his soul tremble, almost draining his Magic Power. But now, supported by Legend Magic Power and amplified by its chaotic nature, although he still felt strained, he successfully carved out a dark rift about two feet in diameter in a corner of the Chamber of Secrets, constantly writhing and flickering with irrational colors!
The air at the edge of the fissure emitted a teeth-grinding tearing sound, light was distorted and swallowed, and nearby rubble Silencio turned into dust. Hmm.
I'll say it again.
Even the space itself seemed to be groaning!
"Hahaha... hoho-..." Voldemort finally couldn't help but let out his signature sound, a cold and sharp laugh. The laughter echoed in the sealed Chamber of Secrets, striking the runes on the walls and causing them to flicker with an even stronger eerie light. He felt an unprecedented sense of control and power!
His Legend level of power, combined with the chaotic Magic Power properties originating from " Deep Space," brought about a dramatic change in his strength! Those profound Dark Magic that he once had to be extremely careful with, even considered his trump cards, could now be cast so "easily," with power and unpredictability far exceeding anything he had ever used! Dumbledore? That old fellow who always stood in his way, known to the world as the greatest white Wizard? Voldemort's crimson eyes were filled with cold mockery and inflated confidence.
"Can be destroyed with bare hands!"
He could almost foresee the wondrous expression that would grace Dumbledore's perpetually calm and gentle face when he appeared before him in this entirely new guise!
The Order of the Phoenix?
The Ministry of Magic? It will crumble before a truly chaotic power that transcends the mortal realm!
Of course, Voldemort's ambitions went far beyond that.
The growth of power further confirms the reality and greatness of " Echoes of Deep Space." The descriptions of " Sleeping God " and "Outer Realms Rulers" in those fragmented knowledge, and the hints about summoning higher beings or bestowing more "knowledge" through specific rituals and invocations, are like the sweetest poison.
It deeply attracted him.
Merely touching the echoes and utilizing the fragment crystals allowed him to break through to the Legend and gain such a terrifying boost. So, what if he could truly attract the attention of those incomprehensible gods beyond the stars, or even gain their "favor" or "blessing"? What kind of power would that be? What kind of... eternity?
"That's true immortality! I will be among the gods! I will be immortal!" Voldemort hissed, his voice filled with fanaticism and greed. The pseudo-immortality brought by Horcrux, which split the soul, was fraught with risk and instability. To become one of those gods who transcend time and the physical laws of the universe would be truly exhilarating.
Or at least to obtain the eternal qualities at the level of the pool masters, that is the true destination he pursues!
To achieve the goal.
What he had to do was draw the magic circle that was repeatedly mentioned in the fragments of knowledge in " Echoes of Deep Space ".
This magic circle doesn't directly summon a specific entity; rather, it acts as a powerful signal amplifier and locator beacon. Through specific geometric structures, blasphemous runes, sacrificial energy, and simulations of deep cosmic "frequency," it continuously sends clearer and stronger calls into " Deep Space." It attracts the "attention" of higher-level beings and provides a stable "anchor" and "channel" for potential "contact" or "gifts."
This is a massive and intricate project that allows no room for error. The rune structures defy common sense, filled with the bizarre beauty and logical contradictions of non-Euclidean geometry.
Many of the required Magic Materials are extremely rare, dangerous, and some even need to be "prepared" on-site.
Moreover, the "fuel" for the sacrifice is not only Magic Power and Life Force, but also requires specific types of "pain," "madness," and "despair." The entire drawing process needs to be carried out in stages under a specific celestial arrangement, accompanied by the continuous chanting of blasphemous prayers that are enough to drive an ordinary Wizard to the brink of madness.
In the past, given Voldemort's impatient nature and burning thirst for power, he might have tried to simplify or force things forward. But now, things are different. The Legend realm not only brings power, but also a deeper "understanding" of the essence of magic, and with it... a strange "patience."
"I have a broader perspective now!"
He could feel that the scale of time had changed in his eyes; weeks or even months of meticulous preparation were but a fleeting moment on the long road to the realm of "gods".
This thought came to mind.
Voldemort calmed down.
The strange laughter stopped.
In his crimson eyes, the fervent flames were replaced by a deeper, more focused, and icy will. He walked to one side of the Chamber of Secrets, where a large number of rare materials he had collected or ordered his men to plunder over the years were piled up: twisted metal from the Land of Fallen Stars; the birth glands of deep-sea monsters soaked in Eternal Ice.
And the skull powder of Wizard who committed suicide on a waning moon in a specific way; a copy of an ancient star map recording mad ramblings; and crystals or artifacts imbued with strong negative emotions, obtained from all the hidden corners of the world... There were many things, and they were very varied. Voldemort began his work. First was the most basic sketching of the array. He didn't use a wand, but a dagger inlaid with dark blue crystals, dipped it in a viscous silver-gray "ink" made from his own blood, the ash of Thestral tail hair, and several Potions, and used it to carve the first point on the floor of the Chamber of Secrets, which had already been cleaned, reinforced, and smoothed by magic.
"Clang clang clang~"
The dagger's trajectory was not smooth; it occasionally paused to adjust its angle, as if resisting some invisible resistance. The carved lines were not straight, but rather had subtle curves and unnatural turns, which combined to form a dizzying, abstract pattern that seemed to drive the viewer insane.
Each time a small section was completed, Voldemort would infuse it with a trace of chaotic Magic Power to activate it, causing the silver-gray lines to glow faintly and emanate a cold, inhuman aura.
Progress was slow due to the presence of mysterious resistance. It took him nearly two hours just to create the core outline of a diagram about ten feet in diameter. Sweat beaded on Voldemort's pale forehead, but he paid no attention, his mind completely immersed in that strange state of trying to synchronize with the deep "frequency" of the universe.
A low-frequency, almost inaudible humming sound began to permeate the air, directly affecting the soul, as if countless tiny, invisible gears were meshing and turning in the void.
That is.
The whispers of an evil god.
It also had a significant impact on Voldemort.
So he stopped, rested for a while, and took a small bottle of Potions to refresh and calm his mind. Then he began preparing the first batch of Magic Materials that needed to be embedded into the array nodes.
Those twisted metals needed to be shaped into indescribable polyhedrons under specific incantations; deep-sea glands needed to be carefully dissected to extract their pulsating, phosphorescent, and foul-smelling core sacs; skull powder needed to be mixed with several specific moss powders that grew in the shadows of cemeteries, and stirred in complete darkness...
Every operation requires extreme precision and specific ritual steps; any deviation could lead to material failure or even trigger dangerous Magic Power backlash or mental pollution.
certainly.
As a distinguished graduate of Hogwarts, Voldemort was meticulous and his movements were almost inhumanly steady. His Legend Magic Power control allowed him to handle these dangerous substances with exquisite precision, while the chaotic imprints deep within his soul seemed to give him a natural affinity and understanding for such "blasphemous" operations.
Time slipped away silently in the eerie blue glow of the fire and the low, intoxicating hum of the Chamber of Secrets. Voldemort was completely absorbed in this grand, wicked, and meticulously crafted "creation."
Everything outside seemed to have vanished.
He wasn't indifferent to threats like Raven, but he was absolutely confident that he could complete the magic circle and gain deeper power before that happened.
Legend.
This will give him the ability to handle any challenge.
He even secretly anticipated the conflict, seeing it as the perfect opportunity to test his newfound power and potentially provide "high-quality" sacrifices for the magic circle. However, just as Voldemort finished processing the first batch of materials and was preparing to inscribe the second, more complex blasphemous rune ring, "Thump thump thump!"
A rapid yet restrained knocking sound came from the heavy stone door of the Chamber of Secrets, breaking the continuous low rhythm inside.