Devouring World Dragon

Chapter 265 The Emperor and the Master

Everything before them was so grand and magnificent, but the beams of light emanating from the enormous "black hole" beneath them still posed a constant threat to the three psionic warriors.

[Get close to your eyes as quickly as possible...]

In the unimaginably powerful electromagnetic storm, even the simplest psychic communication became a problem. Even with the protection of psychic energy from afar, the very fabric of spacetime was distorted by this force capable of shattering stars.

Duwu could clearly feel that the normally flat spacetime of the universe had formed a huge depression here.

An indescribable amount of energy is compressed here, causing spacetime to be extremely distorted; even the interior of a star wouldn't have such a high-energy environment. If one had to describe it, this place would be a sharp, needle-shaped depression, a massive spacetime indentation that seems poised to pierce through the universe.

Attempting to teleport using psychic energy is impossible; no power can escape this funnel-shaped spacetime. All power can only enter and not exit. The fleeing dark psychic creatures have proven this point. Unless one escapes before truly entering, once inside, there is no chance of escape.

Whether they are psionic warriors or dark psionic beings, all things are equal here.

However, his two companions were clearly aware of this. Protected by the psionic shields around them, the three psionic warriors remained silent and continued to advance downwards.

It was as if they were in the midst of an electromagnetic storm pulsar, with violent particles washing over the three warriors' bodies. Even a solar storm was not a fraction of the pressure. Fortunately, most of the pressure was absorbed by the psionic shield beside them, but even a tiny fraction of that pressure was enough to crush a psionic warrior who was considered a demigod.

Without a sound, the body of a psionic warrior instantly disintegrated into the most basic particles, leaving not even a trace.

Duwu still remembered this companion. On the spaceship, he had been talking about whether he could see his fellow disciples, but now he was speechless, his spirit broken. But he did nothing, only struggling to resist the external forces, as if nothing had happened.

This is not a time for sadness and mourning.

Close, close, getting closer.

Braving the intense electromagnetic storm, the two psionic warriors gradually approached the massive "black hole," but in the next instant...

"boom!!!"

A violent tremor suddenly shook the mental world; the second wave of dark spiritual energy had finally arrived.

……

Meanwhile, in the Second Republic, somewhere in the Ring World.

"Ah ah ah ah ah……"

"Woo..."

Within the vast Mind Plaza, countless wails resounded. Even though the monitoring AI urgently interrupted the pressure, some psionicists still suffered head injuries on the spot, and most of the survivors were unconscious.

"The psionic pressure suddenly increased by about 7650%, and it is still increasing, far exceeding the limit of tolerance. If this continues, all the psionicists will die here."

A scholar nearby spoke urgently.

Before him stood a man dressed as a sector commander, his brow furrowed as he looked at the hundreds of thousands of psionicists before him.

How much psionic energy do we still have in reserve?

"There are less than 30 million doses left. Even if we let them share the burden, there will probably be a lot of casualties. These are carefully selected psionic warrior seeds, and we can't let them go to waste here."

The scholar shook his head.

But the commander said...

"Let them all go, to distribute the pressure as much as possible."

"But……"

The scholar wanted to say something more, but the commander simply waved his hand.

"My orders are to hold on... The psionic masters are all involved, and they will handle it."

A psionic master?

The scholar said nothing more. If it were those psionic masters, perhaps it really was possible?

But... is it really possible?
Within this semi-circular psionic broadcasting plaza, numerous psionic warriors meditated, their vast psionic energy converging to alleviate the pressure on the distant task force. Such scenes were countless throughout the entire ring world; the combined psionic energy of billions of psionic warrior seeds condensed within psionic towers, then guided and utilized by psionic masters.

And what about the psychic masters believed by scholars?
Inside a certain space building, in a spherical space constructed from various strange circular structures, numerous psionicists floated in zero gravity, their eyes closed, forming a circle.

Suddenly, someone's expression changed.

"puff!"

He opened his mouth and spat out pale golden blood.

Legend has it that powerful psychics are influenced by their own psychic energy, resulting in various incredible physiological structures. Strange eye colors, naturally emerging psychic circuits, mutated bodies... and among these, pale golden blood is considered a sign of "approaching the realm of gods."

The AI, which was monitoring everything, reacted immediately, and the psychic who was coughing up blood vanished from his spot.

"Master Husoluan, please adjust your state under the guidance of the security AI..."

With a gentle voice, the pale-faced psychic master closed his eyes. In the void, a virtual image appeared, depicting a composed scholar.

"Master, I have received news that you were just injured. Are you alright?"

When questioned by the scholars, the psychic master shook his head.

"I'm fine, I'm just under too much pressure and can't keep up for a while. I'll be able to continue after a short rest."

The scholar was somewhat surprised to see the weariness on the master's face.

In his memory, he had never seen a psionic master appear like this before. In his mind, psionic masters were always incredibly calm figures, making one wonder if they could calmly escape this universe and find a new one even if the universe were destroyed the next moment.

The scholar hesitated for a moment.

"Is that guy... really that powerful? Even his gaze is terrifying?"

“Powerful, incredibly powerful, more powerful than we ever imagined.”

The psychic master calmly emanated psychic energy and answered with certainty.

"Life forms can be this powerful? To be honest, I simply cannot comprehend it."

The scholar clicked his tongue in amazement.

The psychic master appeared calm, as if he had anticipated this.

“A living organism could not possibly be that powerful… but what if it is not a living organism?”

He seemed to be implying something.

But before the scholar could ponder for even a fraction of a second, the master spoke again.

"Tie, have you heard the legend about the emperors of the First Empire, the one who destroyed an entire planet using psychic powers?"

"I've heard about it, but to be honest, it's unbelievable..."

"That is true."

Before the scholar could finish expressing his thoughts, the master spoke directly.

Suddenly hearing what seemed to be top secret caught the scholar named Thier off guard.

Ignoring the scholars' reactions, the master remained silent, as if lost in some kind of memory.

"I was there at the time..."

"But...but at your age..."

The scholar wanted to say that, given the master's age, it seemed impossible for him to have witnessed what happened five thousand years ago, but the next second, he thought of a long-standing legend.

Legend has it that psychic masters can travel through time.

The master spoke calmly before him.

"Time, space, nothing can truly stop a psionic master."

"I once witnessed the Emperor standing in the void, with a colossal planet beneath him. Under the Emperor's gaze, powerful psychic energy surged into this material universe. This unimaginable and incredible psychic energy slowly dismembered the massive planet, shattering its surface and exposing the scorching core hidden beneath the earth to the Emperor. He raised his hand and then lowered it, causing the planet's scorching core to separate, spewing out molten lava that even reached millions of miles into space. The massive planet split in two, quietly awaiting its cooling over a thousand years."

“But, Thie, the Emperor is no ordinary man. He is the embodiment of the Great Will in this material universe, a demigod walking among the stars.”

"A great will guides this demigod forward. He possesses the limit of power that this universe can allow. This is the limit of flesh and blood. The Emperor is the most powerful life in this universe. After him, we can at most approach the Emperor, but we can never surpass him."

"But that enormous monster was completely different. Its power far exceeded the limits set by this universe. It was something that should never have existed, because it was not life at all, but something beyond our understanding."

"I can even sense that what we see is far from its true nature; its true nature must be far more incredible than we imagine..."

The scholar only half understood what he heard, because many of the master's words were secrets that would never have been passed down, but there was one thing he did understand.

fear.

Beneath the master's seemingly calm exterior lies an inexplicable fear.

This fear is different from the fear others feel when they see a monster that devours a star; it is fear born from knowing too much.

Just as a blind man walks towards a cliff without fear because he cannot see the cliff, a sighted person will feel fear because he can see the cliff.

The scholar stared blankly at the inexplicably rambling master before him.

"Master... your eyes..."

Husoluan's face showed more doubt. He blinked, his snake-like vertical pupils staring at the scholar in front of him...

(End of this chapter)