Infinite Mask Game.

Chapter 324 Regression
Wei Miao sensed the state of the martial artist in front of her. According to the feedback from the cross-shaped double pupils, the power of the eye seed was constantly being consumed, but the control progress bar did not increase at all.

However, she also discovered that the aura of the third-rate martial artist had actually weakened.

"Huh?! How did my strength drop?"

The prisoner opposite him screamed in shock. Having been silent for so long, his voice sounded hoarse and unnatural.

Unable to contain his astonishment, he disregarded the supervisor in front of him and calmed down to practice his visualization technique.

Wei Miao smiled and asked, "Is there anything unusual?"

The voice wasn't particularly strong or powerful, but it was deafening.

The prisoner was abruptly jolted awake from his trance, and the cunning executioner seemed quite intrigued by his strange behavior.

Realizing his current predicament, he quickly forced himself to calm down, organized his thoughts, opened his mouth, and said, "My strength has declined. Not a temporary decrease in strength due to reduced mental energy, but a fundamental... regression in my visualization technique!"

As he spoke, he himself found it hard to believe, because he had never heard of such an outrageous thing.

Fearing Wei Miao might think he was playing a trick on her, he added with a puzzled expression, "I'm telling the truth! The strange thing is, my mental strength hasn't decreased. This… I don't know what happened, it just suddenly… could it be?!"

His eyes flickered as he observed Wei Miao with surprise and suspicion.

From the moment he entered the prison, the only unusual thing was that the supervisor, who was at the seventh level of cultivation, suddenly unleashed her supernatural powers.

When a martial artist advances to the seventh level, they receive the ultimate gift from the divine statue—a supernatural power. Some describe supernatural powers as enhanced martial arts, but this is inaccurate. Supernatural powers are not limited to martial arts; their manifestations are diverse, ranging from a specific characteristic to a single, incredibly powerful attack. Their breadth rivals that of a player's skill attributes.

Wei Miao had originally planned to disguise all her unusual features as supernatural powers to fool everyone.

Without her explanation, the prisoner rationalized the existence of the cross-shaped double pupils on his own.

Can the opponent's supernatural power permanently weaken a martial artist's cultivation?

This idea lingered in the prisoner's mind, causing an unprecedented shock to his worldview.

He was originally an intelligence agent who spied on the secrets of other officials in the jurisdiction for a certain official. He was very knowledgeable, but he had never heard of such an ability to affect the most essential thing like visualization. It was simply astonishing.

Of all the things he could perceive, the chains of the prison were similar to this ability. The special shackles crafted with inscribed mechanisms could suppress the flow of mental energy, but could not directly weaken cultivation.

Wei Miao's tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable air of authority: "Tell me in detail."

The prisoner roughly understood what she meant and breathed a sigh of relief. He had thought he had been brought here to undergo the Overseer's new form of torture, but it turned out it was to test his supernatural powers.

“I had already visualized the limbs of the deity, but just now I discovered that the outline of the left arm of the deity in my visualization has become blurred again.” He described his feelings earnestly and very cooperatively. “My mental energy is in a state of fullness, and the capacity has not decreased, which contradicts my current progress in visualization. When the outline of the left arm is not fully visualized, my mental energy is not this much.”

Wei Miao nodded and ordered, "Now practice the visualization method."

The prisoner wisely didn't ask any questions and obediently did as instructed.

Wei Miao could sense that the power of the eye seed was being consumed more quickly.

"How interesting. The eye seed planted in his body is like water without a source. It will probably be consumed by the inner demon that has gained support soon."

Wei Miao got the result she expected.

[Note: The Seed of the Eye has shattered; control has failed.]

The system message clearly and unambiguously informed the outcome.

Wei Miao did not suffer any backlash; only failure to pollute would cause a backlash, while failure to dominate would not.

"My visualization technique..." The prisoner was distraught; few could tolerate the decline of their power. However, a single glance from Wei Miao was enough for him to confess: "The outline of the statue's limbs is already very blurry. If this continues, I'm afraid I'll be reduced to a nobody!"

Wei Miao estimated that the Eye Seed's ability to reduce cultivation was quite effective. One Eye Seed was equivalent to several years of arduous training for a martial artist with poor talent.

After all, she was already at the level of the seventh sect, which was far superior to a third-rate martial artist. It was reasonable for her to have such an exaggerated ability to offset the damage.

She had a further thought: "If I keep injecting eye seeds, can I wear down a martial artist's entire cultivation level?"

The prisoner suddenly noticed that the governor's gaze was filled with an unsettling interest.

Wei Miao used "scarlet pollution" again.

As expected, the contamination was successful, but it was still met with resistance from inner demons during the domination process.

Thus, the prisoner tragically discovered that his cultivation level had decreased once again.

Moreover, as time goes by, my own ideas continue to decline.

This feeling of memory regression is terrifying.

Late into the night, the iron gates of Fengchang Prison were opened again.

The guards on patrol outside, hearing the whirring of machinery, paid some attention. Although prisoner escapes had never actually happened, being prepared was an essential quality for this position.

They quickly withdrew their senses, for the figure that emerged was the Grand Eunuch. His extraordinary charisma was readily apparent even with the slightest attention.

The two gatekeepers exchanged a discreet glance and reached a consensus.

The fact that the supervisor seems to be in a good mood means that someone is in trouble.

Inside the prison, the third-rate martial artist sat cross-legged in his cell, sweating profusely, while two jailers stood guard outside the door.

He is trying hard to regain the visualization techniques that he hasn't been able to improve over the past few years, and is focusing on his practice.

At this moment, his visualization technique had regressed to its initial stage. The outline of the deity he had painstakingly visualized was completely erased by an unknown force, leaving him with no progress whatsoever.

There was some news, whether good or bad, that he was no longer plagued by inner demons. He could sense that the inner demons had returned to their seed form.

He felt as if he had returned to the moment when he first obtained the Heart Seed, but back then he was filled with joy, while now he was filled with fear.

His current state is quite peculiar.

He had not lost his physical strength and mental fortitude, and still possessed the foundation of a third-rate martial artist. However, by the standards of realm judgment, he had barely reached the edge of being an insignificant martial artist.

His cultivation level did not match his actual combat strength, but his actual combat strength did not reach the level of a third-rate martial artist.

If you squander all your mental energy now, the visualization method, which has zero progress, has an extremely low efficiency in restoring mental energy, comparable to that of a mediocre martial artist.

"No, why can't I improve? What about my visualization progress?"

In the visualization, the outline of the deity was erased by an inexplicable force as soon as it appeared.

He deeply suspected that the Grand Eunuch had planted some kind of hidden trick within him.

It can not only reduce visualization, but can even freeze the progress of visualization.

It is simply the nemesis of all martial artists.

Compared to death, losing power and being unable to cultivate again can be a lifelong regret for a martial artist.