Chapter 982: Unthinkable Art, Blazing Sun! (1/2)

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

Masil held a high status in the Arabian Empire and also had the assistance of the Behemoth Army, so he had never before been forced into such a miserable state. His physical strength was at its limits, and even the Psychic Energy that he had always been proud of had been greatly reduced.

But now, he could put the final period on this chapter.

Any person would find it hard to resist the power of the Abyssal World. This was a top-class power that even the best priests of Arabia would find difficult to escape from, let alone anyone else. This Tang infidel might have been powerful, but he was still bound to be subsumed by his world and become his eternal puppet.

But then, he suddenly sensed an intense ripple from his consciousness.

Boom!

In Masil's mental world, a blazing ball of fire like the golden sun exploded. This golden sun exuded endless heat, casting aside all of his corrosive darkness.

Hissss!

The corrosive energy of Masil's Psychic World melted away like snow having boiling water poured over it.

”This is impossible!”

Masil's expression was like he had been struck by a lightning bolt, the blood completely drained from his face. The enormous shock made his body tremble so badly that he almost fell from his centipede.

”Impossible! How could anyone resist the strength of my Abyssal World! This can't be!!”

A Psychic World was the strongest technique any Psychic Energy expert could possess. Even the Great General with the hardiest resolve would find it impossible to leave if they carelessly fell into Masil's Psychic World. If it weren't for the fact that Masil's body was too feeble and he was worried that it would be hurt in a confrontation with Imperial Great Generals, he would have long ago used such methods against them.

In the Psychic World, everything was different.

”No, no! This must be a coincidence… No matter what, I will kill you!”

Masil's eyes closed, as he poured all his Psychic Energy into the mind of the Consecrated. The more Psychic Energy one poured into a Psychic World, the more powerful it would be, but the greater the risks would be.

Failure might mean crippling injury, even death.

Thus, even though the Psychic World was a supreme technique, almost all Psychic Energy experts chose to use it very cautiously, and when they did use it, they would not use all their Psychic Energy.

Psychic Energy was one's soul. If it were all consumed, the soul would die.

But Masil had gone mad in his effort to deal with Wang Chong, and no longer cared.

Buzz!

Masil's mind returned to the Abyssal World. In its depths, Wang Chong's aura was no more, replaced by a blazing golden sun bursting with endless destructive energy.

This world of darkness was now home to the brightest sun!

Masil had never seen such a thing in his life!

”This can't be! No one understands the secret of the sun! Just how did you do it!”

Although he knew that Wang Chong wouldn't answer, Masil still couldn't help but blurt out this question. Psychic Energy experts could transform into almost everything they wanted, all except the sun. To them, this was unthinkable!

In the history of Psychic Energy arts that Masil knew of, many supreme experts had been able to transform their mind into the moon, but nobody had ever succeeded in taking the form of the sun. At best, they could take the form of a ball of light. This was because no one knew the true appearance of the sun. Some people once imagined the sun to be a large ball of fire, but all they had managed to create was a ball of fire, not the sun.

Yet this sun was bright and true, exuding a heat that was far purer and higher-level than Masil's Abyssal World. This was the dream of all Psychic Energy practitioners since ancient times. Even Masil had lost his composure before this power.

The endless heat exuded by this 'sun' was setting the Abyssal World aflame. No Psychic Energy practitioner could this, only the true and authentic sun!