The 88,888 Voices!
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The twisted tentacle's sneak attack failed, and it crashed into a small golden shield.
The Spirit Ghost was hidden in Song Shuhang's Heart Aperture, and it helped Spirit Ghost sense everything around Shuhang through its unique sensory abilities. Just as the tentacles were about to strike, the Spirit Ghost activated its innate golden shield to block the attack for Shuhang.
But the next moment, hundreds of suction cups reappeared on the twisted tentacles.
The suction cups firmly adhered to the Golden Buckler, expanding and contracting. The Spirit Ghost's innate golden shield was also transformed into pure energy and absorbed by the glowing jellyfish.
Even the defensive golden shield formed by his innate abilities will be absorbed!
"I'm not afraid of you moving, I'm afraid of you not moving! Fire Manipulation, maximum fire, burn it!" Song Shuhang gritted his teeth and activated the Fire Manipulation with all his might, controlling the 'Holy Flame' to burn.
Hopefully, this will provoke the Glowing Jellyfish to make a bigger move, giving him a chance to escape.
"Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle." At this moment, the Glowing Jellyfish made a sound. After absorbing the energy of the Spirit Ghost Golden Buckler, all its tentacles retracted, and it returned to its cocoon-like state.
Then, it remained motionless, letting the 'holy flame' burn on the surface of its tentacles. Then, it opened its suction cups and began to leisurely absorb and convert the energy of the holy flame.
Song Shuhang: "..."
He reluctantly stopped his Fire Manipulation; trying to generate 'holy flames' again would only replenish the opponent's energy, a complete waste of effort.
Song Shuhang remained motionless, racking his brains for a way to escape.
He didn't move, and neither did the jellyfish's tentacles.
But when Shuhang couldn't hold back and wanted to use the 'Turtle-Breathing Technique', those tentacles would quickly extend and instantly decipher and absorb the 'Turtle-Breathing Technique' rune in Shuhang's hand.
If this continues, Shuhang will probably suffocate.
[This won't do. Without the Turtle-Breathing Technique, I'm nearing my limit.] Song Shuhang thought to himself.
Just then, the cocoon enveloping him stirred. Its inner tentacles opened tiny openings, spewing out puffs of white mist—was it humid air?
Why is this glowing jellyfish severing his 'Turtle-Breathing Technique' while simultaneously releasing air into his body? What is it trying to do?
Could there be something wrong with the air, like hidden toxic gases?
But at this point... Song Shuhang had no other choice.
Of course, he didn't immediately take a deep breath.
He first took out a Star 5 version 'Dao-Harmony Pill' given to him by the senior of Ancient Lake Abbey from his Inch-Shrinking Bag. This was an internal healing pill that also had a good detoxification effect.
After holding the Dao-Harmony Pill Shuhang in his mouth, Shuhang carefully took a breath... If there was anything wrong with the air released by the Glowing Jellyfish, he could immediately take the Dao-Harmony Pill to detoxify.
Exhale the stale air from your body, and then complete one breathing cycle.
Fresh air enters the body, hydrating the lungs that are about to burst.
At this moment, Shuhang felt an overwhelming sense of happiness welling up inside him.
The air was very pure, and I could not detect any toxins in it.
Just to be on the safe side... Song Shuhang still chose to swallow the 'Dao-Harmony Pill'. Regardless of whether it was poisonous or not, he couldn't stop taking the medicine.
Just as Song Shuhang took the 'Dao-Harmony Pill', a sudden, intense dizziness surged into his brain. Shuhang felt his mind Blank, and the world spun around him.
The next moment, his body went limp, and he lost consciousness.
A strange hissing sound came from the Glowing Jellyfish, sounding almost like a wicked laugh.
Then, still in its cocoon-like state, it carefully dragged Song Shuhang over and brought him to its side... Then, the jellyfish opened its mouth and swallowed Shuhang whole.
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After an unknown amount of time, Song Shuhang awoke from his coma with a start.
[After taking the medicine, she actually fell into a coma; this is completely unpredictable.]
Upon opening his eyes, he quickly looked around—he realized he had entered another strange place.
All around were countless glass mirrors, each reflecting countless Shuhang. This space composed of glass mirrors contained gravity and air.
In addition, about three meters away from him, an irregular black sphere was faintly visible.
The black sphere emitted a faint fluorescent glow, illuminating this strange glass mirror space.
"Where is this place?" Song Shuhang.
He turned his head and looked around; the countless mirrors around him, reflecting his own image, were also looking him over...
The entire space is filled with nothing but mirrors.
And then there's that black, glowing sphere.
"Was it that glowing jellyfish that brought me here?" Song Shuhang thought for a moment, then took out his Overlord Shatter Saber, and stabbed it at the black sphere.
Just like a mirage, when the Overlord Shatter Saber pierced the black sphere, it went straight through its outer shell.
"An illusion?" Song Shuhang raised an eyebrow, preparing to sheathe his treasured sword.
But at that moment, the black sphere rolled along the treasured sword towards Song Shuhang.
It was not an illusion; Song Shuhang could not touch the black sphere, but the black sphere could touch Song Shuhang and the knife.
The black ball rolled at an extremely fast speed; before Shuhang could even release his grip and withdraw his knife, the black ball had already come into contact with his fingers.
The next moment... countless things poured into Song Shuhang's brain from this black sphere.
In Shuhang's mind, 88,888 voices rang out simultaneously, constantly reciting things that Shuhang couldn't understand at all.
There were too many sounds, intertwined and turning into a buzzing sound, which Song Shuhang couldn't distinguish at all.
He felt as if his head was about to explode; he had never experienced such a shock, not even when he had listened to the singing of the Dharma King Creation up close.
But the bizarre thing was, he could clearly recognize all 88,888 of these voices! Not one more, not one less.
"Is this some kind of trap?" Song Shuhang held his head in his hands, feeling as if he had been hit by the "You are already dead" divine fist, his head was rapidly filling with blood and about to explode at any moment.
If it really is a trap, then the person who set it must have OCD! Just 88,888, take this trap home!
[No, my head is about to explode! If these voices keep going, I'm going to go crazy!]
Song Shuhang raised his fist, wanting to punch himself in the head to see if he could knock himself out.
But... the moment this thought crossed his mind, the 88,888 voices in his mind suddenly became louder and louder, and the recitation speed increased three times.
Song Shuhang's brain CPU instantly overloaded, and he froze completely. His body was as if it Body-Fixing Technique in place, unable to move.
The 88,888 voices continued chanting rapidly, filling Song Shuhang's entire head with incomprehensible content.
As a result, Shuhang couldn't think of anything; he was completely dazed and could only passively listen to the 88,888 voices.
In the Cultivation World, some special Daoist techniques and cultivation methods contain powerful Heaven-and-Earth Laws, and profound principles of the Dao. These peerless techniques and extraordinary Daoist arts cannot be recorded in words. Even if they were forcibly recorded in writing, they would be directly erased by the power of the Law of heaven and earth...
It is extremely difficult to pass down such unparalleled skills and extraordinary techniques.
Some cultivation techniques that contain a small amount of 'Heaven-and-Earth Laws and earth, the Great Dao' can be recorded using methods such as 'Transmission Jade Slip' for future generations to comprehend.
However, some cultivation methods that contain complete 'Heaven-and-Earth Laws and earth, the Great Dao' cannot be recorded even on the Transmission Jade Slip. Even the creators of these cultivation methods and Daoist arts find it difficult to pass them on to their disciples using 'language'.
As a result, many precious Daoist techniques and unparalleled skills have been lost because they could not be recorded.
In order to record their unparalleled skills and techniques, powerful cultivators in ancient times went to great lengths.
Time passed second by second.
In the end, it took a full 45 hours, almost two days.
The 88,888 voices in my mind have finally come to an end!
With their unified shout, the buzzing sound that had lasted for 45 hours finally came to an end.
Song Shuhang collapsed to the ground, completely limp.
The next moment, blood began to flow from his eyes, nostrils, ears, and mouth.
Another day has passed.
Song Shuhang regained consciousness.
My head was throbbing, but I felt a cool sensation coming from between my eyebrows.
Song Shuhang propped himself up, a pang of hunger shooting through his stomach. He quickly opened his 'Inch-Shrinking Bag', took out Grain-Repelling Pill, and swallowed it.
The nutrients provided by Grain-Repelling Pill vary depending on their quality.
A regular Grain-Repelling Pill can provide an ordinary person with a month's worth of nutrients. First-Grade Cultivator can Grain-Avoidance Realm for ten days after taking it, while Second-Grade Cultivator can only last for four or five days.
The Grain-Repelling Pill in Song Shuhang's hands were a gift from Su Clan’s Sixteen. Each pill was enough for First-Grade Cultivator to use for more than two months, and for Second-Grade Cultivator to use for about a month.
Su Clan’s Sixteen originally wanted to give Shuhang a higher quality Grain-Repelling Pill, but at that time Song Shuhang level was not high enough, and if the Grain-Repelling Pill was of too high quality, it would make him feel stuffed.
But now... after taking a Grain-Repelling Pill, Song Shuhang still felt a bitter hunger in his stomach.
He then took out a Grain-Repelling Pill and swallowed it.
Then another one... and yet another.
After taking eight Grain-Repelling Pills in a row, he finally felt seven-tenths full.
"How long have I been unconscious? How did I get so hungry?" Song Shuhang murmured, while looking up at the mirror beside him.
His face in the mirror was deathly pale, devoid of any color.
Moreover, there were dried bloodstains around the corners of the eyes, nostrils, mouth, and ears.
What concerned him even more was the bronze color that occasionally flashed between his eyebrows. That bronze color was a strange phenomenon caused by the sudden surge of his spiritual power, a qualitative change resulting from a quantitative change.
This is no longer the kind of spiritual power that Second-Grade Cultivator could possess.
Song Shuhang had recently been cramming on a lot of knowledge about cultivators' 'physique' and 'spiritual power'. He knew that this bronze-level spiritual power was a symbol that one's spiritual power had reached the Third-Grade rank.
"This is a huge problem." Song Shuhang gasped.