Chapter 235: Contact
Chapter 235: Contact
Sonny dragged his weary body to an apartment building.
On the surface, he was a Four Realms Professional, and what he was most proud of in his life was being a native of Bluesphere, owning a local household registration, and even buying a house on Bluesphere through a loan!
Although this burdened him with a two-hundred-year mortgage, in the context of Bluesphere, he was already considered a 'successful person.'
After all, Bluesphere professionals were not rare, but household registrations were hard to come by!
As an ordinary employee of 'Kailan Corporation' on Bluesphere, he had worked late into the night once again today.
Stepping into an elevator that was almost as impressive as the space elevator, Sonny rubbed his eyes.
In less than a minute, the elevator arrived at his residence on the 3672nd floor.
Beep... Welcome home, master.
He glanced at the door lock, and the smart iris card lock automatically opened, revealing a room of less than 30 square meters.
Narrow, confined...
Every inch of space was perfectly utilized, divided into a bedroom, study, kitchen, bathroom, and various clutter...
Sonny closed the door, took a deep breath, and said, "The moment of witnessing a miracle has arrived."
In the next instant, a black short rod appeared in his hand, and he waved it lightly.
The void seemed to be infinitely expanded, and in the originally confined room, a 'training chamber,' a 'storage room,' and an ultra-luxurious living room over 200 square meters were forcefully squeezed in!
A huge crystal chandelier shimmered with luxurious light.
As if under the influence of a magical spell, the originally narrow and confined room was not only extended but also heightened!
"Praise the Gate of Void!"
Sonny smiled slightly and lay down on a leather sofa, casually opening a bottle of drink: "This spatial spell is really useful, it was worth it for me to join back then..."
In his own private residence, he seemed much more relaxed.
Sonny was a rare 'spellcaster,' akin to ancient mages.
However, his talent was average, and despite struggling for many years, he was still at the Four Realms Professional level.
Later, he was almost driven mad by his small, confined room, which led him to seek out some spatial spells he could practice.
Then, in an ancient text, he discovered this spatial spell and became involuntarily engrossed in it.
Soon after, the Sect of the Gate found him, and he joined them half-willingly, half-reluctantly, gaining a lot of useful knowledge.
For example, how to better hide himself.
"I am now a Sixth Rank spellcaster in secret... Ever since the Moon Goddess incident, the higher-ups of the Sect of the Gate have all seemed to have died, and no one has contacted me..."
"Maybe... I have already risen to the higher ranks?"
Sonny sipped his drink, deep in thought.
At that moment, his expression suddenly changed, and he looked at his hand.
His hand was fair and smooth, but only he could see a door-shaped rune beginning to shine on his skin.
"Finally... they have contacted me?"
Sonny didn't know what emotion he felt, but he quickly followed the previous procedure, entering a dark room and lighting the four candles in the corners.
Then, he placed various offerings, and his voice gradually became low: "Great Gate of Void... I beseech your power, I beseech your favor, I beseech you to give me a good dream."
In the next moment, a beam of light emanated from the symbol representing the 'door' in the ritual.
Sonny yawned, fell to the ground, and fell into a deep sleep.
...
"What a realistic space..."
Sonny looked at a sky filled with blue and white clouds, his face filled with emotion: "This is the world I wanted... it's almost as good as the virtual universe."
"It's still far from it, because this is a manifestation of your subconscious... you subconsciously believe in yourself, so you feel this world is very 'real'... but to me, this dream is still too crude..."
A voice sounded.
But there was no choice but to make it crude; after all, cult members couldn't meet in the virtual space, could they?
Wouldn't that be like handing over credit to the 'Omniscient Brain'?
Currently, the safest way for Dark God believers to communicate was through dreams.
In this aspect, the 'Gate of Void' had a certain advantage, perhaps due to its authority in this domain.
"Who are you?"
Sonny looked in the direction of the voice and saw a figure enveloped in a black robe, with a mask covering even their face.
Fang Xing's cultivation incarnation didn't say much, making a hand sign and reciting a spell.
This spell was difficult and complex, in an unknown alien language.
After hearing it, Sonny's face showed respect: "You... You are the new Sect Leader? The previous Sect Leader left a will, stating that after his death, whoever can use this spell and hand sign will be the new Sect Leader!"
Of course, this was the responsibility of the previous Sect Leader.
He believed he would surely succeed in soul transmigration and had thought for a long time about how to control the sect after changing bodies, setting up numerous means.
However, to deal with Sonny, Fang Xing only needed to display some information obtained from the Sect Leader, which was enough.
Sigh... I was originally just here as an undercover agent, how did I end up becoming the Sect Leader?
Fang Xing sighed inwardly. His cultivation clone was initially considered an undocumented entity.
However, after secretly sneaking out of the Blue Sea Villa, he obtained a false identity through the Sect of the Gate's channels and withdrew the star essence from those anonymous accounts.
Now, Fang Xing could proudly declare that being a billionaire was nothing. Even trillionaires and decillionaires were like younger brothers before him!
Of course, even though he controlled a portion of the Sect of the Gate's savings, Fang Xing dared not let this account intersect with his original one.
Even if he laundered the money, it wouldn't do.
The same old saying applied: once done, there would inevitably be traces.
If it weren't for the fact that his cultivation clone had appeared out of thin air, Fang Xing wouldn't dare to act so carelessly.
Fortunately, if his cultivation clone enjoyed something, it was as if his main body had enjoyed it.
Even if it blew up later, the cultivation clone would take the fall, and there would be no connection to his true self.
He slowly opened his mouth, his voice deep and hoarse, "The last time we failed, our sect suffered a significant loss... I intend to promote you to become one of the sect's ten 'Disciples'."
The planet's bishop, the divine child, and the saintess of the Sect of the Gate were all traps.
The one who truly held the power was still the Sect Leader and the ten 'Disciples'.
"Me?"
Sonny was startled, then bowed, "I am devoted to the Gate of Void."
"Good."
Seeing this, Fang Xing's lips curled slightly, revealing a hint of a smile, "I remember, the sect's scriptures and a portion of the sacrificial artifacts are with you, right? The sect needs to reactivate them now."
'This person... is indeed the chosen successor of the previous generation!'
'Besides me and the previous sect leader, there are hardly any others who know about this matter!'
Sonny's pupils constricted, and then he revealed a determined look, "For the sake of rebuilding the sect, I am naturally willing... But I don't know how to deliver them to the sect leader?"
In the dream, they could only exchange information.
Once it involved offline mailing, things could easily go wrong!
"It's fine, I've arrived."
Fang Xing showed a faint smile.
"What?"
Sonny was taken aback and suddenly woke up from the dark room. Before him stood a person in a black robe, wearing a mask, identical to the sect leader in his dream!
'As expected, the sect leader also knows my true identity...'
Sonny's heart turned cold, and he suppressed any thoughts he had.
"Sect Leader?"
He called out tentatively.
"Go and get those secret scriptures and sacrificial artifacts."
Fang Xing and Sonny arrived in the living room, and Fang Xing casually sat down on the sofa, waving his hand.
As he watched Sonny's back as he went to the next room, he released his spirit sense, constantly monitoring without a moment's pause.
However, his mind was still savoring the soul-searching technique he had just used.
"This 'Dream Soul Extraction Technique' from the Ninepawn Sect is superior to the 'Soul-Extinguishing Soul-Searching Technique' in that it is subtle and unnoticeable..."
"In one's sleep, the soul-searching is unknowingly completed, and the person involved doesn't even feel much... Of course, this technique can only be performed at the Nascent Soul Stage."
Just now, he had taken advantage of Sonny's slumber to use the soul-searching technique, gaining much information and intelligence.
'A Sixth Rank Curse Master, Spatial Spell... He's indeed talented.'
'Once I gather enough of you, if you can't satisfy me, I'll hand you over to the Police... That kid Song Vajra just started working and will definitely need some achievements.'
Sonny had no idea that the big shot next door was monitoring him and even planning to sell him out.
He went to the next room and confirmed that Fang Xing hadn't followed, secretly admiring Fang Xing's magnanimity.
After moving a painting aside, he found a safe.
He entered the password skillfully, but when the safe opened, it was empty.
Then, a black short rod appeared in Sonny's hand, and he recited a complex and awkward incantation.
A flash of light appeared in the safe, revealing two black notebooks and a book with a brown leather cover.
Additionally, there were several broken slate fragments and a half-damaged golden candlestick.
Fang Xing's spirit sense swept over them, and he felt the 'Great Sun Buddha Incantation' stirring.
Moreover, even the 'Gates of Many Worlds' trembled slightly.
'As expected...'
He sat firmly on the sofa, watching as Sonny brought the three secret scriptures and several sacrificial artifacts before him, "Honorable Sect Leader, these are the three secret scriptures entrusted to me by the previous sect leader: 'Key of the Gate', 'Gate of Flesh and Bone', and 'Gate of the Forest'."
The reason he was so obedient wasn't because of trust or loyalty.
He simply understood that this black-robed person could easily infiltrate my home without detection, possessing strength enough to crush me!"
"Not bad..."
Fang Xing didn't flip through the secret scriptures but instead picked up the golden candlestick.
Sonny couldn't tell if it was an illusion, but when the sect leader held the lamp, the layer of light that originally enveloped it seemed to brighten significantly...
'As expected, to gain the recognition of the sacrificial artifact, how dense must the Dark God's favor upon this sect leader be?'
(End of Chapter)
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