The Testing Zone was divided into three areas. Bansai was in charge of the Descent Zone. Recently, due to the need to migrate, he had been making preparations for his precious Prophecy Sphere.
When he heard Lu Sheng's summon, Bansai quickly rushed to the Testing Zone. He waited quietly at the entrance of the Descent Zone's passageway.
Beside him was another person in charge of the Descent Zone. He was a short, bald, and fair-skinned old man.
When they saw Lu Sheng coming from afar, the two of them quickly greeted him.
"How's the preparation? Before I leave, I'll have to descend to a world with the fastest flow of time. Can the arrangements make it in time? "Lu Sheng asked in a deep voice.
When Bansai heard this, he nodded slightly.
"No problem. We just need to make some adjustments, and it'll be done. However, it's a pity to abandon the large-scale Spirit Subduing Formation so soon. "He smiled bitterly.
"It's alright. We're not abandoning it completely. Who knows, the planet might still be there when we return. We can still use it," Lu Sheng said drily.
Bansai shook his head. He knew that Lu Sheng was comforting him.
The short old man beside him was sent by the Green Stream Sect to assist in the migration. His name was Ares. His name was the same as the name of the Earth's God of War in Lu Sheng's memories.
"It's alright. The Sect Master has promised that if External Elder Lu can be stationed in the same zone as us, the sect will take care of all the losses," Ares said quickly.
"Thank you, Sect Master." Lu Sheng saluted with his fists. Although he had a small conflict with the Green Branch Sect, the Sect Master, Yuan Qingli, was an Underworld Net expert, the peak of the Void Underworld. She had always valued him. Lu Sheng would not hold onto the past grudges.
After all, he had always been a magnanimous person.
"Well then, we'll begin our descent now. Bansai, gather the Formation Masters and start making adjustments."
Lu Sheng ordered.
"Understood!"
Lu Sheng strode into the passageway. The white jade-like passageway was divided into three entrances. Each entrance corresponded to a relatively wide experimental zone.
According to the security level of the area, there were a total of three levels, corresponding to the worlds with different energy levels. This way, there was no need to waste large amounts of high-energy crystals when descending on low-level worlds.
"It's a pity that it's just been built …" Bansai brought Lu Sheng into the first room. Looking at the ten-meter-wide Descent Spell Formation, a look of pity appeared on his face.
Inside the black room, the oval formation outlined countless dark-red tracks on the floor, and traces of yellow lightning flashed through the gaps in the tracks from time to time.
Four yellow Thunder Crystals were arranged in a square shape and inserted into the four corners of the formation. On the four walls behind the crystal, there were complicated runes in the shape of vortexes that represented time and space.
"Activate it immediately. Also, I'll have to fix the formation. I'll have to send a signal to me when it's about time for the migration here," Lu Sheng reminded him.
"That won't be a problem." The Bansai and the other people in charge nodded.
"Well then, let's begin." Lu Sheng nodded, strode into the center of the formation, and sat down cross-legged.
Bansai and the other Spell Formation Masters quickly began to adjust the crystals and output energy.
Soon, traces of blue lightning flickered and filled the surroundings. Soon, the lightning quickly turned yellow, and then condensed into a liquid state, slowly flowing along the veined patterns of the formation.
The place where Lu Sheng sat was the center of the flow of countless yellow plasma.
A large amount of plasma flowed under him.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, there was a loud sound, and the plasma condensed into a sharp arrow that shot into the sky, and slashed a gray eye-shaped crack on the top of Lu Sheng's head.
"Go!" Lu Sheng's body lit up, and instantly turned into a yellow light, shooting into the crack and disappearing.
"Huh??" Suddenly, Bansai's eyes widened. On the energy waveform monitoring crystal in front of him, there was a trace of strange weak energy mixed in during the operation of the formation.
The energy was very thin, and it was not even noticeable if one did not look carefully. It was only noticed when the formation was activated.
"How did this thing come about?"
"Not good, it's affecting the Lord's Descent Tunnel! Quickly get rid of it! "
"We're working on it!"
"Damn it! It's gone! "
"Where did it go??!"
"I don't know! The passageway's direction has completely changed! We've lost the lord's coordinates! "
"Damn it! Track it down immediately! "Bansai hammered his palm, his face pale.
If Lu Sheng were to get lost in time and space, he and everyone else here would not be able to survive.
The Green Branch Sect would take care of everyone who caused this incident on behalf of Lu Sheng!
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London, 1875.
Jack frowned as he looked at the oil painting in his hand.
Gray skies. Between the towering buildings of the city, black smoke wafted everywhere.
Some of the smoke formed simple outlines that resembled human faces. Some of the smoke resembled human figures that flickered on and off on the streets.
The buildings in the city were all dark. There was no light coming from any of the windows.
Only one of the windows was lit by a candle.
A pale and slender hand holding a candle slowly reached out of the window. It became the only source of orange light in the entire city.
"This painting is called Hope. It's not bad, isn't it?" In the old study, the old professor with a broken leg looked at him with narrowed eyes and a smile.
"Hmm … how should I put it? It's very artistic, but it feels a little oppressive. " Jack had been a police officer for many years. He had encountered his fair share of difficult cases, but this was the first time he had encountered a case like this.
A young couple lived in the outskirts of London. One night, the slender and beautiful wife killed her husband and five-month-old baby in an extremely cruel manner. Then, she dismembered their bodies and cooked them into many pieces. She ate them alone in her room for more than a month.
If a case like this were to be exposed, it would likely cause a huge commotion. However, what was puzzling was that as soon as the case was taken over by the police, they received a gag order from their superiors.
No exposure or interviews were allowed. The case was archived and closed. Private investigations were not allowed.
The order from their superiors enraged and displeased Jack. He lived below the couple. He would often bump into them when he went up and down the stairs. He was quite familiar with them.
The man was the manager of a trading company, and the woman was a drawing teacher. Both of them were a perfect match, and it seemed like their relationship was stable and amiable. The wife was gentle and had a mild temper. She did not seem like someone who would commit such a crime.
Jack had a good impression of the couple. However, the order from their superiors put him in a difficult position.
After hesitating for a few days, he decided to ignore the police and investigate on his own. Although he had been a police officer for many years, he was not old. His blood was still boiling in his veins.
He could pat his chest and confidently say that he had not been corrupted by corruption and darkness, and that he still had a conscience!
Although Jack was already in his early thirties.
"I hope … I just want to know what the meaning of this painting is." Jack asked patiently. "This painting was drawn by a female drawing teacher. She looks young, beautiful, gentle, and educated. She also has a loving husband and the fruit of their love."
"Are you kidding?" The old professor could not help but laugh. "The artistic conception of this painting, if it wasn't for the extreme darkness in the heart and the twisted personality, no one would be able to draw such a lonely and crazy feeling. I would believe it if you said it was drawn by a psychopath. "
"Andrew, are you serious?" Jack frowned when he heard that.
"Of course." The old professor, Andrew, was not only an artist, but also a historian. "In history, there was a serial killer who was delirious. Before he died, he left behind some similar dark graffiti. Although his drawing skills weren't great, the artistic conception he expressed was enough to make people feel annoyed."
"Come, let me show you." The old professor put on his glasses and turned his wheelchair to look for information on the bookshelf.
Very quickly, a brown-covered picture book was pulled out and placed flat on the desk between the two of them.
Andrew opened the album and flipped through the pages. Soon, he found a strange oil painting.
The painting was of a pig. However, the pig's face was that of a woman. There was a snake hidden in her stomach. Deep in the soil under her feet was a volcano that was about to erupt.
The lava was like blood, so red that it was dazzling.
"The artist of this painting is the serial killer I told you about." The old professor shook his head slightly.
"She was mentally abnormal when she was born. Later, she lived like a madman for more than 20 years. Suddenly, she began to kill people. Her methods were meticulous and her movements were swift. It was shocking. If she hadn't suddenly committed suicide, I'm afraid no one would have found out that she was the murderer."
Jack looked closely at the painting. It gave him the same strange, painful feeling of oppression.
"Huh …" Suddenly, he made a sound of surprise. He put his hand on the painting and took a closer look.
"There … seems to be something here …?" He pointed his index finger at the pig's right leg.
There was a very small mark there. It looked like a snake circling an eye.
"What?" The old professor looked at it in confusion. "This symbol is said to be the tattoo on the arm of the murderer. It represents an ancient evil god."
"Tattoo?" Jack shook his head slightly. He quickly picked up the painting.
"Look here." He pointed at the pale arm holding the candle. There was also a tattoo on the arm. It looked exactly the same as the tattoo on the other painting!
The old professor was stunned.
"This … is this …!!?" He could not help but hold his glasses. His face was gradually filled with shock.
Jack was silent.
Because he suddenly remembered that he had seen a similar symbol at a murder scene. At that time, he thought it was just some kind of crazy performance art.
But now it seemed … it was not a coincidence.
"Jack, where did you get this painting?" The old professor could not help but ask in a low voice.
"It's better that you don't know." Jack's face turned serious. He could not help but touch the holster on his waist.
He decided to go to the murder scene again later and take a closer look.
Anyway, his place was in the same building as the crime scene.
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