Chapter 870: Lady of the Night? (2)

Of course, there were Gods who secretly researched how to enter the space-time turbulence, but it was of no use.

Dimensional turbulence can withstand even Great Level battles, and its impact on reality is merely waking some beings from their dreams.

In such a strong space, Gods are unlikely to find any patterns.

Without patterns, it is basically impossible to enter the space-time turbulence.

“My friend, we have arrived.”

A sneaky voice sounded, disturbing the illusion here, causing everything around to ripple faintly.

Sabo rubbed his hands with a smile: “Is this your first time here?”

Baiyi nodded without denying it; beneath the legend of dimensional turbulence, it is basically impossible to enter, and even Tier One to Tier Six legends find it difficult to locate an entrance.

Beings on the reality plane can only establish some tiny connections with the dimensional turbulence through sacrifices or summoning arrays.

To enter here, besides those specific methods, one must possess the power to break the turbulence of space to force entry.

“Then I must remind you, this is a dimension of illusion.”

Sabo’s surroundings surged with filth and he flipped a thin piece of paper, introducing: “Do not underestimate this; it may look light and illusory, but it is truly a dimension. While you can see it, you cannot touch it, though it can…”

Sabo raised his hand as he spoke, and a creature emanating a filthy aura appeared, hovering in front of the piece of paper.

The piece of paper seemed to project through the creature’s body, as if the two had not made contact.

However, in the next moment, the creature’s body was neatly cut.

As the blood scattered, it was erased by a force of filth.

“It cuts through all material except God.”

Sabo pondered: “You can think of it as a world compressed countless times, but with unchanged mass exerting immense power.”

Baiyi’s eyes showed some understanding; density, simply put, is like comparing a pound of cotton to a pound of iron.

No matter how fragile the world is, if the mass remains unchanged while becoming a thin sheet, its hardness, sharpness, and even its Extraordinary Attribute would reach absurd levels.

Moreover, it carries the attribute of dimensional turbulence; you can only see it, and it can only touch you, while you cannot touch it.

It’s really… dangerous here.

“And that thing.”

Sabo pointed at some fleeting illusory clouds.

Baiyi looked, feeling a special aura, his eyes filled with thought about this thing…

“These are the dreamscapes, originating from the Prime Material Realm. Dreams here are fortified by the bizarre, and until the power reaches a certain level, these dreamscapes cannot be destroyed. If we get caught within, we can only shatter the dreams, pushing the dream’s owner into despair and terror to wake them and let us out.”

Sabo, with great enthusiasm, introduced, pointing at various strange shadows.

“And those are the bizarre… emmm, precisely speaking, prototypes of the bizarre, or rather fantasies of beings.”

Baiyi looked, seeing most of these creatures are twisted, like mutant Deep Sea Octopuses, each sucker on the tentacles being a large eye that blinks.

They look terrifying, but if you have the courage to stare at these eyes, you’ll find they lack any spirit, malice, madness, or kindness.

Only numbness… and vacancy.

“Dimensional turbulence gave birth to everything, meaning all living beings’ roots are here. Conversely, the will of beings can influence this Great Level world.”

“Because the roots of everything are from here, all marvels of the world are born from the bizarre.”

Sabo chuckled as he spoke: “But these illusory bizarre have no aggression, they are unique sceneries here. Only if you have sufficiently bizarre thoughts can you engage the essence of the bizarre and possibly give birth to new bizarre creatures.”

Sabo stretched lazily: “There’s nothing much else, you could encounter anything here, but everything belongs to illusion. As long as you’re not unlucky to meet a real bizarre or run into a dimensional storm, basically there’s no danger.”

“Alright, my friend, take out your little paper, it will guide us.”

Baiyi raised his hand and the Power of the Bizarre in the Demon Realm emerged, causing the surrounding bizarre to shudder in unison. The originally entirely numb and spiritless beings slowly turned to look over.

Sabo was taken aback: “Oh, my friend, is your power stealing from here?”

“No.”

Baiyi denied it, though he seemed thoughtful. The panel doesn’t collect from the Divine Showcase, and there’s no medium to enter dimensional turbulence, so it shouldn’t be siphoning the power of dimensional turbulence.

He had some understanding of dimensional turbulence, combined with Sabo’s earlier explanation and the insights from Saints and Baiyi’s understanding, he had a general comprehension of the essence of the Demon Realm.

Every living being leaves its marks within the bizarre.

These marks receive the enhancement from the Power of the Bizarre, thus becoming part of the bizarre within.

It is like a snowball growing ever bigger.

Dimensional turbulence created everything, while the thoughts, dreams, Destiny, and other illusory existences of living beings granted dimensional turbulence ever-greater power, thereby increasing the world’s upper limit.

This cycle is beneficial, but the feedback from the strong and the weak on dimensional turbulence is quite different.

The lifetime of a weakling might only be a bizarre shadow, whereas a strong individual’s thought might construct a bizarre dimension.

Once this balance is broken, when the expansion rate of the dimension or source of bizarre exceeds the Growth of the Prime Material Realm, a collapse feared by even the Saints would occur.

Thus commencing a new cycle.

Saints are a spontaneously formed management organization in the main world, though without authority, their ‘strongest’ power can maintain part of the balance.

“No? That’s impossible, bizarre only react to the power here. Your power just now was even a bit more advanced, so they want to peek at you.”

Sabo’s words were filled with curiosity but not much fear.

Formless bizarre, if placed on Blue Star, are mirages, if placed in Xia, can only be marvels of the world.

Both are harmless.

Illusions cannot affect reality, so they’ll forever remain illusions.

A Window Trading Contract appeared before Baiyi.

A special connection rose in Baiyi’s heart.

“I don’t know either, but I can feel it. My power indeed originates from here, but to be more precise, I severed my feedback to this place, creating a… piece of dimensional turbulence that belongs to me alone.”

As Baiyi spoke, his eyes turned scarlet, and the power of Divine Abomination began to spread, swiftly carrying Sabo through this dimension.

Based on Baiyi’s own years of research on the panel.

Apart from Titles and skill points, attribute points are his self-created powers; everything else is Baiyi’s inherent qualities, merely developed by the panel into Baiyi’s talents.

Thus, to Baiyi, the panel is more like a potential developer, presenting before him what others require endless cultivation to grasp and offering choices.

This cheat is huge, though the upper limit remains unknown.

But it surely won’t be lower than Mighty Divine Power.

And once it reaches Mighty Divine Power, possibly it’s Baiyi and the panel growing together.

No, the growth of Baiyi and the panel has already begun.

Because the Small World Management Plate, mission system, and appraisal of various things all appear to be certain enhancements of the panel to Baiyi.

“This is truly incredible, no information of yours exists in the bizarre, which means, from the bizarre’s perspective, you do not belong to this world, my friend, do you know what this means?”

“What?”

Baiyi was slightly stunned, looking at Sabo in surprise, he hadn’t considered this.

Sabo shrugged, pointing ahead: “It means you’re an undocumented individual, my friend. Once you survive, let’s continue the task.”

As his words fell, Sabo’s form dissipated into a heap of filthy substances, vanishing.

Simultaneously, the endless bizarre phantoms, dimensional phantoms, and dreamscapes around all came to a halt.

The entire dimensional turbulence seemed to shift from illusion to reality, frozen into an extremely splendid surreal artwork, causing Baiyi to feel a deadly sense of crisis from his innermost being.

Tap tap… tap tap…

The sound of high heels clacking on tiles echoed.

Crystal clear and pleasant, it brought Baiyi’s sense of crisis to the peak.

Listening to this somewhat familiar sound, Baiyi’s heart skipped a beat.

Could it really be that unlucky?

Lady of the Night?