This entry is suspicious.

The forbidden item retrieved by the anonymous person was a palm-sized, dark green tortoise shell.

Immediately afterwards, a strange spatial fluctuation erupted from the tortoise shell, sweeping across the entire room.

Everything was distorted as this spatial fluctuation swept across it, like ripples on the water's surface, before settling into stillness.

Everything seemed unchanged, but the nameless man knew that a strange power had enveloped the entire room.

On the other side of the room.

Zhou Ran, who was blown away by the explosive true energy, got up from the ground. His Six Desires Demon Arms had blocked most of the damage, but now they were a bloody mess. Many of his arms were blown apart, with charred bits of flesh hanging from the edges of the broken wounds and bones exposed. It was an extremely tragic scene.

Zhou Ran's clothes were tattered, and his internal organs were churning violently from the impact, as if they were about to shift. His skin was burning red from the high temperature, and he felt a sharp, needle-like pain.

But all of them are within an acceptable range.

With a thought, the Six Desires Demon Arm refreshed and returned to its original state. Zhou Ran, sword in hand, once again charged at the Nameless Man.

However, something strange happened: he couldn't get close to the nameless man!

The monitoring room wasn't very big. After being enhanced by [Reverse Scale], Zhou Ran's physical strength had reached the Qi Refining stage, and his speed was so fast that he could dart back and forth in the room several times in the blink of an eye. Logically speaking, he could reach the nameless man in one sprint.

At this moment, the spatial distance between the two seemed to be infinitely stretched. No matter how Zhou Ran moved, the nameless man always maintained the same distance from him.

Zhou Ran had a clear sense of movement, and the surrounding scenery was rushing past him, but when he stopped, he found himself still standing in the same place, with no change in the distance between him and the nameless man, as if he had been standing still.

"Hahahahaha!"

Upon seeing this, the nameless man burst into laughter, pointing triumphantly at Zhou Ran and saying, "Even if you run until you die, you'll never get to me!"

This tortoise shell is his ultimate trump card, a forbidden object made of bizarre craftsmanship, which he will only use when faced with an inescapable and unavoidable predicament.

Because once he uses it, he will also be affected by the strange power. Unless he actively cancels the ability or throws away the tortoise shell and escapes with the help of the mirror world, he will also be trapped and die in this eternal spatial prison.

Now, he and Zhou Ran are trapped in this room, bound in place by invisible shackles.

He couldn't attack Zhou Ran, and Zhou Ran couldn't attack him either; any attempt to change their positions was doomed to failure.

For the nameless man, this was the most advantageous situation. He didn't need to fight Zhou Ran to the death; he only needed to buy time for the strange creature to develop so that he could complete his long-planned revenge.

Zhou Ran stopped what he was doing and stared intently at the tortoise shell in the nameless man's hand.

[A Long Road], [Level Three Eerie], [Spatial Expansion], [Constant Cage], [In Sleep]

A level three anomaly, and one with spatial attributes at that… Zhou Ran’s heart sank.

This type of eeriness is undoubtedly extremely difficult to deal with.

The good news is that this strange creature is not capable of killing.

Zhou Ran hesitated for a moment, then walked in all directions, front, back, left, and right. With each step he took, the ground beneath his feet would extend, making it impossible for him to leave his current position, as if he were on an infinitely long treadmill.

Similarly, he was unable to touch the walls or anything else, even if they seemed to be within reach.

Then he swung the Heavenly Strike Sword and unleashed a bolt of lightning sword light. The purple sword light flew rapidly toward the nameless man, then got stuck in mid-air, flying endlessly until its energy was exhausted.

Seeing Zhou Ran's various actions, the nameless man leisurely took out a stool from his storage magic treasure, sat down and slowly appreciated it, as if watching an insect trapped in a glass bottle jumping up and down.

This mindset of watching others struggle in vain, and the sense of control from a superior position, gave him an almost perverse satisfaction.

After a while, and through a series of attempts, combined with the verification of the destiny entry, Zhou Ran figured out the specific abilities of [The Long Road].

This strange phenomenon is completely unsolvable for cultivators who have not mastered the power of space.

He sheathed the Heavenly Strike Sword and looked at the nameless man, saying, "I'm curious, where did all these strange things on you come from? Do you get all these strange things distributed after joining the demonic path?"

"Ignorant brat."

The anonymous man snorted coldly, full of disdain, and said, "Since you were born, you have lived in an information cocoon carefully woven by the federal government. Everything you know is what they want you to know. The so-called walking corpses are people like you, who make up 99 percent of the mediocre masses in the whole society. They are blinded by lies, enslaved by the upper class, and live in a daze all day long, unable to get out of it. They are not even allowed to have the right to know the truth of the world."

Zhou Ran paused slightly, then became interested: "What does 'the truth of the world' mean? What is the federal government hiding?"

"They concealed the truth about the Great Cataclysm, erased the existence of the Lord of the Other Shore, and rejected a better future!"

The anonymous man's emotions gradually became agitated: "They concealed everything! They only wanted people to be slaves and prostitutes for generations to come, so that they could enjoy their own high positions and riches!"

"Does this have so much to do with you in terms of your strangeness?" Zhou Ran was speechless.

The nameless man sneered, slowly stood up, and opened his arms as if embracing some sacred being: "Those who believe in the Lord of the Other Shore are the children of God. I have received God's protection. A fool like you who is blinded will never understand."

Lord of the Other Shore…God…Cult of Gods…These words flashed through Zhou Ran’s mind. So, the cult of gods is a religion that worships the Lord of the Other Shore? What exactly is the Lord of the Other Shore? A virtual god created by the demonic path?

Those who follow the dark path have always been adept at this tactic—creating a fictional god and then using that god to establish a religion to attract followers.

In the beginning, these religions often appear glamorous with positive and uplifting doctrines, offering people temporary hope and comfort. However, as time goes on, they gradually deviate from the right path and become tools of evil, while most believers are often completely unaware that they are serving evil.

Zhou Ran felt that the anonymous person came from such a religious organization and had been thoroughly brainwashed.

After his initial excitement, the anonymous man regained his composure.

He reached up and wiped the still-bleeding sword wound on his neck, a mocking smile playing on his lips: "Zhou Ran, among all the mediocre people I've ever met, you're probably the most outstanding one."

"I don't know how you did it, but it's really a shame you almost killed me."

"Remember this: it is because you failed to kill me that Ming Shu and Song Ci will die, the terrorist attack will break out as scheduled, and tens of thousands of people will be reduced to ashes."

The anonymous man stared intently at Zhou Ran, emphasizing each word: "This is all your fault."

Has anyone ever told you that your speaking skills are terrible?

Zhou Ran said expressionlessly, "Besides, even if you want to win someone over psychologically, you should at least figure out if they're receptive to that approach, right?"

The nameless man's face darkened. "I'd like to see if you'll still be so sharp-tongued after you see Ming Shu and Song Ci's corpses."

As he spoke, he took out a floor-length mirror as tall as a person from his storage treasure and used the mirror's eerie power to display the real-time scene inside the haunted house.

Ming Shu and Song Ci have already encountered the eerie presence of You Dang nearby.

Zhou Ran's gaze sharpened. Neither of them was in a good situation, and he had to deal with the nameless man immediately.

So he didn't waste any more time and took out a jar from his storage magic item.

Inside the jar was a bloodless, pale heart, preserved in formalin.

It was the exquisite heart that Zhou Ran had replaced through surgery!

The moment the exquisite heart appeared, the nameless man's expression changed drastically.

He controlled two monsters, but both of them were on the verge of resurrection and there was no way to avoid it. That's why he had to launch a terrorist attack at this time, because in a little while, he would be killed by the monsters that were resurrecting inside him.

Originally, the nameless man could have suppressed the two monsters for a while longer, but with the appearance of the exquisite heart, the two monsters immediately showed signs of resurgence and agitation, which intensified in a very short time!

"what!"

The nameless man let out a painful scream, his face contorted, and a stench like that of a dead man emanated from his body. His skin began to rot, peeling off in large chunks, and beneath the peeling skin was not muscle tissue, but a smooth layer of mirror.

The mirror is eerily taking over this body.

At the same time, the power of the Illusionist also began to get out of control. However, since this strange entity did not have a physical form, it did not manifest in reality, but instead began hunting him in the Nameless Man's consciousness.

In the blink of an eye, both monsters had revived!

But it's not over yet.

"impossible!"

In the midst of the life-or-death struggle, the nameless man had no time to pay attention to anything else, but stared incredulously at the tortoise shell that was constantly vibrating in his hand.

This forbidden object was given to him by the divine son of the cult. The divine son treated this strange thing in a special way. Although it was not completely silenced, it will remain dormant for a considerable period of time and will be difficult to revive due to external forces. It can be used with confidence.

But now, this dormant anomaly has been awakened!

That heart!

The nameless man suddenly looked up at the pale heart in Zhou Ran's hand. What was that thing? Why did it instantly revive all the strange energy within him?!

Not to mention him, Zhou Ran himself was also shocked.

The Linglong Heart's ability to attract the supernatural is terrifying!

He had thought the strange resurgence would take some time, but he never expected it to happen so quickly.

Zhou Ran was incredibly grateful that he had undergone a heart transplant; otherwise, even ten lives wouldn't be enough to keep this thing inside him.

"Stop! If I die from the strange resurrection, you will be trapped here forever!" the nameless man shouted at Zhou Ran.

"I can back down, but you need to resolve the spatial anomaly first, otherwise there's no point in talking," Zhou Ran said coldly.

The nameless man remained silent, dispelling the spatial anomaly. The next second, he would be killed by Zhou Ran while still in the midst of the bizarre resurrection, leaving him with almost no fighting ability.

After a few seconds of silence, the nameless man gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot, and roared fiercely, "You want to fight me to the death? Fine, I'm just a worthless life, I never intended to live anyway, so let's die together!"

"Don't worry, you'll be the only one who dies in the end."

Zhou Ran activated the [Eye of Truth] and focused on the [Long Road], speeding up the process of this strange creature eyeing him.

A few seconds later, the long road changed; the tortoise shell trembled slightly, and a strong smell of blood seeped out.

Immediately afterwards, a small, bloody human head emerged from the tortoise shell, its white skull faintly visible beneath the rotting flesh. Human hands and feet then extended from the limbs, the skin extensively ulcerated and oozing blood and pus.

It jumped off the nameless man's palm, ignoring the anomaly in the space, and slowly crawled toward Zhou Ran, leaving a line of wet, sticky bloodstains on the floor.