Free Web Novel“Four Beasts Bright Sky Cannon!”
Accompanying Lu Yibei's low roar, a pale, strong light instantly enveloped Shen Baiwei's body, and under the cover of this strong light, countless chaotic azure electric arcs quietly emerged in her palm.
【Spell Strike Fifty-Nine: Thunder Light Floating Mountain】!
This Spell is a precise Spell developed by simulating lightning striking mountains, with thunder light filling the scene. It is suitable for dealing with multiple targets, but its strike ability against a single target is weak.
With Shen Baiwei's A-level Spirit Ability User physique, even exposure to several thousand volts of high voltage electricity would not cause her to die on the spot. Taking a direct hit from 【Thunder Light Floating Mountain】 amplified by 1.754 times would pose no problem at all. The damage received would {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} be minimal, usually only causing unconsciousness, and at most, a two or three-second cardiac arrest in more severe cases.
That's right, Lu Yibei had no intention of killing Shen Baiwei.
【Spell Strike Ninety-Five: Four Beasts Bright Sky Cannon】 was a Spell developed by Unmyouki, a former provisional Guardian of the Night Watch, by improving and enhancing his family's inherited Spell, 【Flowing Bell Devouring Fire】. Its lethality against humans and buildings is very limited, even inferior to standard Spells with single-digit numbers.
However, in contrast, 【Four Beasts Bright Sky Cannon】 possesses incredibly exaggerated destructive power against urban legend and Psychic whose Spirit Mark are out of control and whose internal Night Erosion exceeds the limit.
The reason Lu Yibei released 【Four Beasts Bright Sky Cannon】 before releasing 【Thunder Light Floating Mountain】 was, on one hand, the consideration that Shen Baiwei's Spirit Mark had already backstabbed her and was clearly out of control. A Spell that directly threatened the Spirit Mark would more easily trigger her strange authority. On the other hand...
It was naturally to scare Shen Baiwei!
As long as she felt the threat of death and was sufficiently frightened, theoretically, it could achieve the effect of “tormenting her to death” that Chatterbox Girl mentioned.
Although Lu Yibei was well aware of the effects of 【Four Beasts Bright Sky Cannon】, fewer than ten operatives in the entire Night Watch knew and understood its effects. How could Shen Baiwei possibly know?
Without knowing the effects of 【Four Beasts Bright Sky Cannon】, suddenly being ambushed and enveloped by forbidden Spell-level Spiritual Energy fluctuations, followed by full-body paralysis, at least nine out of ten Psychic would think they were going to die, or at least be severely injured even if they didn't die.
In a book titled "The Lost Art of Healing," an experiment was mentioned. The general content of the experiment was to blindfold and tie up a condemned prisoner, pretend to cut their wrist, then use other means to make them feel like they were bleeding and let them smell blood. After a period, the prisoner actually died.
Although the authenticity of this experiment is questionable, theoretically, when the fear of death a person faces exceeds normal stress conditions, it can indeed lead to physiological death due to an abnormally strong rebound of the parasympathetic nervous system and excessive sedation.
In a sense, Lu Yibei's attack on Shen Baiwei with 【Four Beasts Bright Sky Cannon】 to stimulate her had a similar principle to that experiment, and 【Thunder Light Floating Mountain】 was like the simulated cut on the wrist.
And facts proved that this fright was indeed effective.
One second after Shen Baiwei was hit by 【Thunder Light Floating Mountain】 and her body began to twitch, Lu Yibei felt a familiar sense of dizziness.
The world seemed to spin at high speed in an instant, her vision blurred, and strange, dazzling, massive color blocks appeared at the edge of her vision.
Soon, her consciousness was cast into the deep darkness...
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After an unknown period, Lu Yibei emerged from her dazed state, her consciousness gradually clearing. Before she could even open her eyes, she sensed something unusual about her surroundings.
It was very quiet all around.
Only a faint sound of footsteps echoed in her ears, monotonous and subtle, reverberating continuously until the sound was completely distorted. Listening to such a sound, even without seeing it with her own eyes, one couldn't help but imagine someone walking heavily in a vast and empty space.
The air was cold.
But it didn't seem to be cold caused by low temperature, but rather by some abnormal Spiritual Energy fluctuations, similar to the chilling sensation in a graveyard or haunted house, caused by the prolonged presence of urban legend.
Her eyes were burning.
The Spiritual Energy and blood ignited by her eyes gradually spread throughout her limbs and bones. Her heart rate uncontrollably accelerated, silently signaling danger, as if some terrifying presence was lurking nearby.
“...”
Something's wrong! Where am I?
If the reload was successful, shouldn't I have appeared in Daimu Courtyard, or on the street where Dragon Tang found me earlier?
Lu Yibei thought, cautiously opening her eyes a crack.
Dim light, off-white walls with a few mold spots, metal signs with incomprehensible numbers... a scene resembling a corner of an old hospital corridor came into view. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com
Lu Yibei froze for a moment, waited a few seconds, and seeing no sudden attack, she abruptly opened her eyes and sprang to her feet with a carp flip.
Composing herself, she looked around and was immediately stunned.
She saw a corridor that stretched endlessly, winding and twisting like a labyrinth.
Moonlight, filtered through dirty glass windows that hadn't been cleaned in who knows how long, fell to the ground like it had been corrupted, appearing as a murky yellow.
She extended her spiritual perception, trying to detect the surrounding Spiritual Energy fluctuations, but found that her spiritual perception was tightly confined to a range of about two meters in diameter by some strange force, as if a giant python had coiled around her body. Even the circulation of Spiritual Energy within her body became abnormally sluggish.
Her gaze shifted to both sides. Along the corridor, iron doors, each with a numbered sign, led to unknown places.
21-2-3, 21-2-5, 21-3-4A... the numbers were meaningless.
Whether due to structural deformation from disrepair over the years or other reasons, certain parts of the corridor walls inexplicably had depressions or bulges. The nearby iron doors, distorted along with the deformed walls, had opened up large or small gaps.
“Whoosh—!”
Lu Yibei took a deep breath, bravely approached the nearest twisted iron door, pressed against it, and peered through the crack. After only two or three seconds, she quickly retreated to her original position and patted her chest.
The space behind the door was quite large, built in the style of a small theater. On the theater seats were lifelike human dolls, facing the empty, dark stage.
Lu Yibei immediately recognized it as 【Evil Spirit Performance】, which had appeared in the Shihekou Middle School auditorium. It was a terrifying ritual used to mass-produce D+ to C-level urban legend. Furthermore, judging by the various materials used to set up that theater, the 【Evil Spirit Performance】 in the small theater behind the door was a high-end version.
Although an 【Evil Spirit Performance】 ritual site posed no threat to her current self, this long corridor had at least hundreds of similar iron doors on both sides. Assuming each iron door led to a similar place, then that would be truly terrifying.
Hundreds of ritual sites capable of mass-producing D+ to C-level urban legend, gathered together, were practically a large-scale production line for low-level urban legend.
If one were to think in a worse direction, if some of the iron doors hid more advanced ritual sites, it probably wouldn't be as simple as just producing low-level urban legend.
With a production line for low-level urban legend, it would be entirely possible to create higher-level urban legend by relying on the urban legend' instinct to devour each other.
Lu Yibei, “...”
What the hell is this place?
Where is Daimu Courtyard? Where is Chawan Temple? Where is such a huge Divine Kingdom Jade Gate?
I just reloaded a save, how did I end up on a different “game” channel? Lu Yibei wondered.
Her mood instantly soured.
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It wasn't just because of the hint of panic rising from the depths of her heart, but also because unexpectedly arriving at this cursed place completely disrupted her plans.
It was like playing a game, getting stuck on a boss for a long time, finally figuring out the boss's patterns, finding a guide, and then, just as you're about to reload and clear it in one go, you find the boss has changed.
Her temper flared instantly!
How could anyone play like this? Wouldn't it make you want to smash your keyboard?
Just as Lu Yibei was feeling depressed about unexpectedly arriving at this cursed place, she noticed that the footsteps that had been echoing in her ears suddenly stopped. After a brief, deathly silence, she heard the sound of wind, rustling, like wind blowing through tiny cracks.
Two or three seconds later, Lu Yibei's expression suddenly changed. As the wind sound grew closer, she realized she wasn't hearing wind at all, but rather the sound of some large reptile flicking its tongue, combined with the sound of scales scraping against the ground.
And now, that huge creature making those sounds was right behind her!
She could even feel the gaze of its cold, vertical pupils on her, and its whip-like tongue sweeping back and forth less than a centimeter from her back.
What to do? Fight? Lu Yibei frowned, silently chanting a Spell in her mind.
Scorched firmament, ten directions of mountains and rivers, a thousand li of barren land, destruction, calamity, consumed by flames...
Halfway through chanting the incantation for Flame Sword Heaven Burial, the chilling sound suddenly stopped, and the monotonous, dragging, subtle footsteps returned.
“Thump-thump... thump-thump...”
Getting closer and closer.
Then.
Lu Yibei saw Shen Baiwei, dressed in pure white, like a walking corpse, slowly passing by her.
In the dilapidated and gloomy corridor, the girl in white, like a ghost, emerged from the darkness, a scene inexplicably eerie.
“Huh?” Lu Yibei tilted her head, making a surprised sound, then remembered the giant snake symbolizing Shen Baiwei in Hong Bian's dream, and then had a sudden realization.
Shen Baiwei was that giant snake, and the strange wind sound just now was probably made by her...
Thinking this, she chased after her, attempting to communicate with Shen Baiwei, but it was futile.
“Do you know where this is? Is there a way out?”
“Hey, I’m talking to you!”
“Shen Baiwei? Can you hear me?”
“...”
All her words were like a stone sinking into the sea, receiving no response. Shen Baiwei simply continued walking on her own.
Could she not hear me?
Realizing this, Lu Yibei frowned and reached out to Shen Baiwei's wrist, then passed right through.
There was no physical sensation, as if she had grabbed a handful of air.
Can't grab her? Lu Yibei was startled for a moment, then came to her senses. When she tried to grab Shen Baiwei again, she found that she had already walked far away.
After hesitating for a few seconds, she started walking, preparing to catch up with Shen Baiwei first before making any plans.
Walking, along the winding corridor, time seemed to lose its meaning. The real world was gradually receding, and a sense of loneliness, of being abandoned by everything, quietly grew in her heart.
Like a child lured by the piper's flute, losing their mind and walking into an unknown forest, Lu Yibei followed Shen Baiwei for an unknown period until she was jolted awake by an intense, almost unbearable burning pain in her eyes. She stopped in place, leaning against the wall with one hand, cold sweat quietly trickling down her temples.
To her horror, she realized that she had been following Shen Baiwei for a long time, but no matter how she walked or how fast she hurried, she could no longer catch up with Shen Baiwei. It was as if Shen Baiwei was no longer in the same space-time at all, and what she saw was merely a projection of Shen Baiwei from another space-time.
“...”
No, I can't keep following Shen Baiwei...
Her condition is clearly abnormal, and I seem to have been affected by some strange power just now. If I keep going, it will probably be a dead end.
Lu Yibei thought, rubbing her burning eyes. The bloodshot eyes, filling her entire Eyeball, dyed her vision with a crimson hue.
After resting for a moment, waiting for the pain from her burning eyes to slightly subside, she looked forward again. The moment she recaptured Shen Baiwei's figure, her heart felt as if it had been struck by a heavy hammer, and her body trembled slightly.
She saw Shen Baiwei stopped in front of a large metal door at the end of the corridor.
The door was inscribed with dense, incomprehensible Spells, and severe rust, like dried bloodstains, adhered to it. An ominous aura emanated from behind the door.
Moments before, when Lu Yibei was still following Shen Baiwei, there was only a deep, inky blackness ahead; that metal door simply didn't exist.
This meant that the metal door had appeared out of thin air during the ten-odd seconds she stopped to rest.
What horrified Lu Yibei even more was that as Shen Baiwei stopped in front of the door, placed her hand on the doorknob, and made to open the door, the burning sensation in her eyes reached another peak. A strong sense of danger made all the hairs on her body stand on end.
It was as if a "Fire Cloud Evil God" was sitting behind that door, and opening it would unleash a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
“Stop! Don't open the door!”
Lu Yibei subconsciously shouted at Shen Baiwei, her voice carrying far, even echoing, but Shen Baiwei showed no reaction. She simply turned the doorknob silently and pulled the door open.
The next moment, the sight behind the door made Lu Yibei's stomach churn, almost causing her to vomit on the spot.
She saw "Shen Baiwei" behind the door, countless "Shen Baiwei"!
Some still looked as if they had just died, while others were highly decomposed, unrecognizable, their clothes tattered and withered, leaving only pale skeletons.
Those countless "Shen Baiwei" were piled together, forming the shape of a coiled monstrous snake.
The monstrous snake had hundreds of heads, thousands of eyes, and its scales were made of countless fingers and toes. Foul-smelling black mucus slowly dripped from the gaps between its scales...
At the top of its hundreds of heads, a newborn still with its umbilical cord slept soundly.
As the Shen Baiwei from outside passed through the doorway and lay down quietly beside the terrifying giant snake, closing her eyes, the sleeping infant woke up, letting out a heart-wrenching cry. It was unclear whether it was celebrating a new birth or mourning the deceased "Shen Baiwei."
In any case...
Amidst the newborn's cries, Lu Yibei, whose consciousness was gradually blurring, felt that she probably wouldn't be able to look Shen Baiwei in the eye again.
