Chapter 163 - Altar In The Illusion (1/2)

Chapter 163: Altar in the Illusion

Translator: Lonelytree

The aurora borealis curled and slithered in the night sky There were strands and layers of the waves on the sea below The cliff-face to the side of the giant suh by a knife At that treacherous location, a cultish ceremony was underway

Gu Jun could feel his vision being pulled over His head was aching and tightening, but in contrast, his heart rate was relatively stable, at least much more in control compared to before It had to be the effect of his newly-acquired skill

He trained his focus to get a better look There were aboutadults and children They were dancing around so strange outfits stitched fro in fresh blood like they had just been skinned from the animals The blood was also used to paint some kind of cultish symbol on the hides For some reason, Gu Jun felt that sy louder and stronger Gu Jun was pulled in closer He could now see the people dancing around a conical stone sculpture that was the size of a normal adult The statue was difficult to make out in the darkness, but its shape was reminiscent of the symbol painted on the aniet closer’ Gu Jun frowned The sculpture was definitely a key clue It was the idol that the Inuits worshi+pped ‘Is it similar to the one worshi+pped by the zombies? The ball of shapeless darkness venerated by Ol’ Uncle Dog, Chen Defa, and the rest of the villagers?’

He forced his mind’s eye to move closer, and as a result, his heart felt the instant drawback Gu Jun’s heart rate upped to one hundred beats perdown

He had started to hear it, the fanatic voices of the Inuits The voices of the few children caest Their faces had been stripped of their usual innocence and were filled with bloodlust and hysteria, just like the faces that turned toward him in the picture It was as if their minds were taken over by the cere some kind of insidious power

“Ah…”

Suddenly, Gu Jun’s head cracked like it was being drilled through Through the intense pain, he could finally hear what the Inuits were chanting ” Ph’nglui n”

They were chanting the spell of the R’yleh Cult, and their pronunciation and tempo were extremely precise It was a perfect recreation of the spell written down on that piece of paper

‘But why?’ The headache beca pulled in two different directions ‘How did the Inuits come to learn this‽’

He wanted to lean in closer to hear the chanting clearer, to get a clearer view of the sculpture, but the pain was getting too intense The pain had become palpable in his skull, and Gu Jun swore it could have burst his head right out at any minute The last bit of the illusion that he saas soeness down the cliff on the surface of the ocean Then, the pain overwhelmed him and drowned the illusion away His heart started to palpitate, and when he opened his eyes, he realized he was still inside the living rooroaned in pain The last tiiven an adrenaline shot to the heart to get it puain

After a moment, a notification came in hisHeart has increased by five hundred points Current level is 1 (500/50000 Mastery)”

‘Even an illusion as intense as that only got ht flashed across his mind as he tried to catch his breath His hands flew to his chest He wondered whether he would live to see the day the skill upgrade to level 2

“Ah Jun, Siyu, are you guys alright?” Uncle Dan asked nervously as he reached into the medic kit to take out the needle “Do you need a shot?”

“I’m fine… thank God for this chair” Wu Siyu breathed out a long sigh Her face was as pale as paper “If not for it, I would be face down on the floor right down”