Sanity teetered on the brink of collapse, and everyone gritted their teeth and held on.
People were constantly being dragged through the air, screaming as they fell into [Loving Mother's] mouth.
Almost every moment, the pulling force from the black threads grew stronger.
Several times, Josh felt he could barely endure any longer, but when he looked back at the Mystic Society members behind him, he somehow found a little more strength.
These refugees from the Northern Territory were poor and destitute, but in terms of willpower, they were no weaker than anyone else.
The pulling force grew ever stronger. Josh's consciousness gradually blurred, leaving only the obsession in his heart. Yet under the resistance, it instead gradually became clearer.
Reality slowly faded away, and his consciousness sank into the deep sea. Just as he was about to lose himself, a blazing sun quietly burned beyond the seawater.
That was his [Anchor].
A vast amount of knowledge inexplicably surfaced in his mind, and Josh instantly regained clarity. Gasping for breath, he looked around as the illusion shattered.
The black threads continued to tug at him, but dealing with them had become much easier.
He did not know much about Transcendence. He only vaguely felt that something had stabilized his cognition. When he tried to investigate it, he discovered that it was...
"Holy Scripture?"
He turned his head and found that quite a few Mystic Society refugees were unconsciously reciting the Holy Scripture, and it was actually helping them resist [Loving Mother]'s will.
But hadn't he made up the Holy Scripture himself?
And the contents...
Josh suddenly shuddered. The lord absolutely could not find out about this.
Nearby.
Zoe gasped for breath. She felt that she was about to reach her limit.
All sorts of memories flashed rapidly before her eyes,