810 Heart and Trace (1/2)

Closing his eyes, Lucien felt that his consciousness suddenly soared like a little bird that finally got rid of the cage and was embracing the blue sky. It kept rising higher and higher, and finally, it could look down upon the entire earth.

Facing the seven top legendaries, like a poet full of romantic thoughts, Lucien did not cast any defense on himself. However, none of the devils seized the chance to launch an attack. Instead, they stared at Lucien, frowning, as if Lucien was not even in the same dimension as them!

Lucien's consciousness started getting blurry as it kept soaring. When Lucien felt that it had hit his limit, he felt his consciousness ran into something soft and intangible.

Boom!

Instantly, Lucien felt his soul tremble, and his spiritual power had just broken some kind of shackles and then spread out like waves.

The dark sky, the red soil, the gold palace, the court, and even the primeval devils cracked like a mirror falling onto the ground.

Crack…

The entire hell had split into countless tiny pieces, and behind the pieces, it was this primeval chaos that comprised of colorful light.

The illusionary light was like lines, sketching and outlining the figures of human beings, dragons, and devils as they kept changing. There was no order at all, and some faces on the figures looked furious, some looked greedy, some looked painful, and some had apparent desires.

Such a colorful but illusionary world of ”negative emotions” was boundless. However, around Lucien, the part of the world had collapsed into a very vivid and real scene.

Beneath Lucien's feet, there was an amusingly tiny planet. It was blue and was covered in something blurry. Underneath the planet, there was a city flying in the air. The magic tower built in the city was so tall that the tip of it could almost touch the blue planet.

Underneath the city in the sky, it was the chaotic reflection of Aalto, the City of Psalm.

All of these were under constant changes, like a human mind that was full of all kinds of thoughts.

Lucien did not try to see what was at the end of the world. He opened his eyes and looked back. He saw that behind the gate, it was the very bottomless canyon that he saw when he came in!

In the canyon, the old bronze door now looked rather gauzy and dimly discernible.

In front of the gate stood a young man wearing a black, double-breasted suit. He had a good-looking face, but his eyes had lost focus, and his expression was blank. His right hand pressed against the bronze door as if it was firmly glued on it!

It was Lucien himself!

But this Lucien now seemed to be part of the bronze gate, and thus, his figure also looked illusionary and blurry.

As he expected, this was the place where all negative emotions gathered, and the bronze gate was in fact the gate of his mind!

Lucien looked around and saw the seven primeval devils. They no longer looked like Lucien. They looked like figures made of light spots. However, the negative feelings coming out were still rather intense.

This place was, of course, not only Lucien's mind. To be more accurate, through touching the gate, Lucien's mind had mixed with the countless negative emotions together in this dimension, and thus, a creepy and mysterious primeval hell was reflected. Therefore, the hell looked different to each individual!

But now, Lucien had seen the true primeval hell. His body was standing outside, and his soul had entered in to explore his mind.

The so-called primeval devils were also reflections of one's own negative emotions amplified by this dimension, and therefore, they could not be destroyed. Due to the unusual nature of the Stellar Core, it could hide here.

In most cases, top legendaries usually had great control of their minds, and therefore, most of them could see up to four primeval devils. However, something went wrong, or perhaps there was a conspiracy behind it, but all seven of them showed up at the same time.

Therefore, as long as one could imagine, the dimension could be anything, even if it went against the rules of arcana!

Hypocrisy, which had lost its shape and was now a cluster of white light, asked again, ”How did you know?”

Underneath the white light, there was dark miasma churning.

Lucien smiled. ”You can copy my spells. I don't think that's strange. After all, this place can amplify all the negative emotions, and perhaps you can connect to my mind…

”… Although I don't understand how you did it and what are the rules behind it, it's still within my comprehension, and I've seen it somewhere else. But now, you can even copy a top legendary item and its power. I can't even do this. I'm a top legendary specializing in time and space, and I can't do this, then how can you?