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In that space composed of Darkness and flesh, Su Jianyang lifted his head and looked towards the Shadow creature perched on the high platform. Its voice resounded once again, deep and filled with a perplexing power: "Su... Jian... Yang, finally... it has come to this time... Are you still confused... still driven by the instinct to seek knowledge?"
Su Jianyang's gaze was hollow, and his mind was indeed filled with countless questions. Why can Li Wanxin control his offspring? Is Wu Cheng also under the same influence? How did all this chaos begin? Is the Shadow creature in front of him really the legendary Black-faced god? If so, what exactly is this existence?
But at this moment, these questions seem to be no longer important to Su Jianyang. He feels a kind of powerlessness that he has never experienced before. His soul seems to be swallowed by this Darkness, and all curiosity and desire for exploration seem to vanish in an instant.
His lips moved slightly, but in the end, no sound came out. His gaze stared blankly ahead, and the tiny fragments of doubt in his heart had become meaningless. In this world composed of despair and Darkness, Su Jianyang feels like an insignificant speck of dust, engulfed by this boundless terror.
Under the gaze of the Shadow creature, Su Jianyang felt himself gradually losing the last of his struggle and resistance. Deep in his heart, the once fervent will and beliefs now seemed so small and powerless. The truth of it all might forever remain an unsolvable mystery.
Su Jianyang watched helplessly as those pitch-black tentacles slowly reached out towards him, each one writhing intricately as if possessing a life of its own. These tentacles were covered with countless tiny pores, each one bearing sharp little teeth that gleamed with a cold light in the darkness.
Su Jianyang felt an indescribable fear and oppression. These tentacles were getting closer and closer to him, as if they were conducting some kind of exploration and research on him. He felt an unspeakable fear, and these tentacles gave the feeling not only of physical threat, but more like they were digging into the secrets and fears deep in his soul.
Su Jianyang's body stiffened, unable to move, only able to watch these dark tentacles wriggling in front of him. The small teeth inside the orifices seemed to be chewing the air, emitting a subtle yet chilling sound. He felt that he was in an unknown and terrifying realm, facing an existence beyond his understanding.
Su Jianyang felt his body being tightly entwined by those wet and sticky tentacles, lifting him up powerlessly and slowly moving towards the Shadow creature on the high platform. As the indescribable presence drew closer, his mind began to be filled with countless deep and eerie whispers, as if thousands of tiny creatures were murmuring in his ears. These voices were mixed with chaos and madness, making it impossible for him to concentrate.
These whispers seemed to have penetrating power, directly drilling into Su Jianyang's mind, triggering extreme restlessness and pain. He tried to struggle, attempting to close off his consciousness and prevent these voices from eroding his sanity. However, the more he struggled, the stronger these voices seemed to become, as if countless insects were dancing wildly in his mind, tearing apart his thoughts.
Su Jianyang felt himself being constantly drawn closer to the unfathomable dark core, his consciousness gradually becoming blurred. The murmurs echoed in his ears, as if trying to convey some profound and terrifying truth to him. In the escalating panic and confusion, Su Jianyang began to feel his body and consciousness gradually merging into the endless darkness, as if he was about to become a part of this dark creature, losing himself.
Su Jianyang's mind struggled in this boundless darkness, feeling his existence gradually dissolving. The tentacles surrounding him not only physically trapped him, but also seemed to mercilessly erode him spiritually. Each tentacle seemed to contain a corrosive power, gradually invading his flesh and soul.
As the distance to the dark core grew closer, he felt his body and mind being engulfed by a powerful force. He began to lose the ability to distinguish reality from illusion, and his world was covered by an unfathomable Darkness. In this despairing environment, his existence was gradually fading away, and every breath felt like merging with the presence of dark creatures, his soul tightly locked in this boundless terror.
In this chaotic and distorted space, Su Jianyang felt his consciousness being dragged into a vortex, constantly enveloped by the voice and presence of the Shadow creature. He seemed to be in an endless nightmare, swaying helplessly as if intoxicated. His vision was blurred, and his ears were filled with the indescribable sounds emitted by the creature, which, although sounding like inarticulate whispers, transformed into a language he could comprehend in Su Jianyang's chaotic mind.
"You have come to this place... the heart of this truth," the voice of the Shadow creature echoed in Su Jianyang's mind, deep and elusive, "I play, mock, taunt, observe. Human emotions and desires, your fears and despair, are all so interesting."
This revelation filled Su Jianyang's heart with an inexplicable fear and anger. This being, this creature they called the Black-faced god, seemed to take pleasure in human suffering, treating their lives as a game. Su Jianyang's spirit felt incredibly small in the face of this despairing truth, his anger and unwillingness boiling within, yet feeling powerless to change anything before him.
"You humans are just a part of my countless games," the shadow creature continued, its voice filled with contempt and mockery towards this world. "Your struggles, your pain, to me, are nothing but more entertainment."
Su Jianyang's emotions at this moment were extremely complex. In this boundless darkness, his soul felt an unprecedented sense of loneliness and helplessness. His existence seemed to be toyed with by this unknowable creature, deepening his fear and despair. His consciousness was firmly controlled by an irresistible force, like being bound by invisible chains, unable to escape this abyss-like darkness.
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