The boy heard the sound and turned around to see the little ghosts hiding behind the layers of branches. They were standing at the end of the path, staring at him.
He understood instantly that the little ghosts had once again used their power to help him.
The boy nodded in thanks, then walked towards the cave hidden under the beautiful illusion of the "sea".
Just looking from the outside, the cave is pitch black, and even gives people a feeling of being bottomless.
The rich black color was like a bite-eating mouth, waiting for the boy's arrival.
There was nothing to be afraid of anymore… He wasn’t even afraid of death.
The young man thought so, and walked slowly and firmly towards the cave and into the darkness.
Sure enough, when the scene in front of him was completely dark and the light from outside the cave behind him could not shine in at all, he did not feel the slightest fear in his heart.
On the contrary, he felt an unprecedented peace.
Living in Xuanmen since he was a child, he has seen many sunny days, sunny days and the same weather all year round in the fairyland. As a result, even at night in Xuanmen, it will not fall into complete darkness.
Above the deep sky, there are countless stars and the bright moon to illuminate people.
Compared to a place like this where not even a ray of light can get through, the way of heaven is truly extremely biased.
The boy was born to be a disaster, as if it was engraved in his bones and blood that he was incompatible with those who were bright and just.
Phantom, darkness, these things that are criticized and even disliked by the world are where he belongs.
The boy walked in the darkness for a long time.
The entire cave seemed to be vast and boundless, even wider than the huge lake he saw in his illusion, but most of the time, the boy felt that the cave was extremely cramped, so small that if he just stretched out his hand or took a step, he would touch something unknown in the darkness.
Two contradictory feelings intertwined in him, and confusion and disorder followed.
The boy felt that his cognition and senses had lost their meaning.
He seemed to see a bright white light in the pure darkness, and seemed to see a black line rising from the horizon in the dazzling pure white. The black line expanded and expanded until it filled his field of vision.
He seemed to hear the increasingly noisy chirping of birds and insects in the silence, followed by the bustling noise of people, and then he seemed to feel absolute silence as if in a pot of exploding hot oil.
Vision and hearing were the first to fall into chaos, and soon the remaining senses also fell into crazy disorder.
Sometimes the boy felt that he was in an endless snowfield, with the cold wind beating his body, making every inch of his skin cut by the wind and frozen by the ice and snow. Sometimes he felt that he was on a small rock surrounded by magma, with the magma rising rapidly, starting from his toes and spreading over his body little by little, making him feel the pain of being burned by fire and cooked by hot oil.
Sometimes the boy was so cold that he couldn't stop shivering, and sometimes he was so hot that sweat flowed all over his body like water.
But he never stopped.
He also knew one thing all the time—he was still in the cave.
The pain brought by various senses is getting more and more crazy. In the last second, it's like being in the clouds with blooming flowers, and in the next second, it's like being in a raging fire and being cut into pieces!
But the boy just said nothing.
To him, pain was the least thing worth mentioning.
Amid the noisy sounds and in the absolute silence, a soft sigh finally sounded, and the endless torture stopped.
Various senses began to revive, and in the thick darkness the boy gradually felt his hands, his feet, and every sensation in his body.
The darkness was no longer as opaque as a dense net, and the light from the hole shone through and hit him.
The young man was surprised to realize that he had been walking for so long but was still in the same place. He had not taken a single step out.
And with the light shining in, he could finally see the inside of the cave roughly.
It was not as vast and boundless as he felt, nor was it as cramped and small as he thought.
The size of the entire cave was just as he had imagined when he saw it from outside, neither too big nor too small, just right.
There is nothing magical in the cave, only a pile of almost rotten books. Could the secret or treasure be hidden in the rotten books?
The boy was very skeptical, but he still went forward to examine it carefully. Many of the pages turned into powder the moment he touched them. It can be said that most of the books in the pile were like this.
He was surprised by the remaining books that did not break at the slightest touch...
They were intact, and the word "brand new" would be an inadequate way to describe them, but the boy couldn't think of a better word to describe them.
Finally, the boy found several books that looked extraordinary from the pile of books that had turned into dust.
"Insights on the Cultivation of the Power of the Netherworld", "Secrets of the Mysterious Sect", "Occasional Notes on Local Customs and People"...
All of these books exude a strange glow, and one glance at them will lead one to believe that they must be rare treasures, and the boy is no exception.
But what attracted his attention most was the black book he dug out from the rotten soil.
Unlike other books, this one is all black and there is not a single word on the cover.
If the young man had not carefully touched every inch of the pile of books, he would have missed this black book that was buried deep in the black soil with only a pointed corner showing.
The boy opened the black book, and pure black pages appeared in front of him again. He slowly brushed across the pages with his dirt-stained hands. The strange thing was that the paper was not stained with dirt at all.
It was amazing.
Words made of white mist suddenly appeared on the black book.
【▇▇▇▇▇▇, would you like to become the owner of ▇▇? 】
Although most of the words were just a blurry white mist, the boy guessed that the book was asking him if he was willing to be its owner.
A book that could hold a conversation... He had never heard of it before.
The boy didn't think much about it and said in a low voice, "Yes."
Anyway, the situation can't be worse than it is now.
As he pressed his fingers on the pages of the book, he immediately felt a suction force, as if there was a huge force in the book that was trying to pull him into it.
Fortunately, the boy was not too panicked and even tried to move his hand away.
Because if he turned to the last page before accepting the invitation of the Black Book, he would find the taboo written there:
Once the rituals concerning the Black Book have begun, they cannot be stopped.
If unfortunately it stops, the ritual will be invalid, and the invited person will lose his life and soul, which will serve as nourishment for the black-haired person to initiate the invitation.
The suction from the black book did not last long, and the boy suddenly felt a sharp pain in his fingertips.
The pain was fleeting, and before the boy could raise his hand to check the situation, a few large words made of white mist slowly emerged on the dark pages.
【▇▇▇▇▇▇▇, invitation approved】
Then it felt like someone was stuffing a ball of cotton into his head. The boy felt drowsy and in great pain, and he raised his fingertips with difficulty.
In his blurred vision, he saw a drop of blood slowly emerging from his fingertips.
...the book...pricked his finger?
Could it be that there really was a monster living in this black book? Did the monster bite him? Was the dizziness now a side effect?
The boy's mind was in a mess. His thinking had never been so active since he was born.
But the strange thing was, the more he felt his thoughts were numerous and chaotic, like raindrops falling rapidly from the sky, the more he felt that each of his thoughts was slowing down.
……Why……
The answer appeared in the black book.
[You are mastering something that should not be mastered by you]
[This goes against common sense, but it is... destined] (End of this chapter)
