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Chapter 343: Sorting: Part 2

In another corner of the basement.

Lin Sheng put down the large soul vessel. Rings halo-like white cloud appeared from his body before dissipating into particles of holy power in the air. Tens of thousands of soul power fragments impregnated his soul, forming a vortex around the core. As the soul power grew, it stimulated the holy power and dark energy to expand.

Dark energy threads rose from behind Lin Sheng, intertwining with one another to form a burly figure of a man on his left. At the same time, twisted and diffuse white light spun like a vortex and materialized into a half-human half-dragon figure on his right.

Compressed to the limit, the holy power continued to gather and circle the three figures.

Time flew. And after over half an hour, Lin Sheng opened his eyes. As the two figures beside him distorted and vanished, the holy power flowed into him like a siphon.

Lin Sheng raised his hand and looked at his fingers. Tough like metal, the lines and wrinkles on his palm were visible. During such a complete state, fluorescent light was occasionally flowing over the skin.

“I’m still here? Not going out?” He clenched his fists, feeling at a loss. The great soul vessel contained the memories of over thirty thousand souls. Lin Sheng was almost overwhelmed despite he was used to absorbing memories. When indigested memories piled up in his mind, they would become a problem for him in the form of severe headaches.

He would feel the throbbing pain in his head all day as if something was jabbing his emotions and consciousness. What was more, the most dangerous sequelae of absorbing a large number of memories showed up.

With too many foreign memories and too few of himself, his memory fragments conflated and emotional fragments overlapped with each other. Many unforgettable soul memories started to mask Lin Sheng’s mind.

“It finally starts...” Lin Sheng sighed. “The memories interfere with each other and even threatens to affect my independent personality.”

A long time ago, he had expected this problem. So early on he had planned for the moment and worked out a perfect solution.

“The only way to stabilize the content of memories is to increase the amount or strength of my own memories.

“However, it needs time to accumulate experience and chances, which was unachievable in a short time. But not capacity.”

“Dream is the only way to increase capacity.” Lin Sheng had been categorizing memory fragments as if he was watching movies to avoid problems. But too many foreign memories would fail this method. So he needed time to digest and adapt.

In the dream world, the immortal body could experience more things and places by incessant fighting. This way, he could rapidly expand his memories. The point was, a difference in speed of time flow existed in dreams.

“According to the sanctum’s doctrine of the soul, memory capacity focuses on experience variables. More new encounters mean higher memory contents.”

Lin Sheng was feeling his level of holy power. With the influx of a large amount of soul power, his dark energy and holy power had risen to a whole new level. His dark energy had gone through the roof at 40,000 units, while his holy power was approaching Level 12.

“It’s getting too fast! I need to calm down and adapt to this power. Dreams would be my next focus.” Lin Sheng glanced in the direction of the isolation room. The three persons there were special offerings for the gates of the dark spirits, but that would be for the future.

“Besides, I need more people who are absolutely loyal to me in Miga. Luring a few people here hoping to gain a foothold and expand just won’t cut it.”

Now the three mysteries realms and a massive unknown force were in a confrontation. The situation was murky. But Lin Sheng thought it was the best time to expand the sanctum. With the holy soil, he just needed to recruit more people and summon more commander-class elites from the dreams.

“This will solve the headache.” With that in mind, Lin Sheng closed his eyes again, letting loose his mind and cultivating his body and mind.

The raid at Baine University by the Sevenlocks Tower had wiped out many elite students. But the incursion also baptized a few students with blood and fire. They quickly matured and grew up, now able to stand on their own.

In comparison to the raid at Baine, one of the two remaining raid sites had survived. The other one, however, had fallen. The place was called Yuekong Academy. The school was overrun. Over 30,000 people died as the massive ritual turned them into blood offerings. The divinity never came but the seal was lifted.

In the mysterious realm of the Yuekong Academy, the huge monster, Muncher, was missing. In just two days, the three major mysteries realms were shaken and the governments of all countries around the world found themselves on shaky ground.

When the Sevenlocks Tower reappeared, it had brought fear and blood to the world. The seven sons of the Lock representing the Sevelocks Tower were super Palatinates. Excluding Plenilune, the tower’s grandmaster, the seven Palatinates were already a deadly threat to the three secret realms on their own.

Multiple wars broke out across Miga at the same time. The Sevenlocks Tower had also attacked Xylond, Xilin, Redwin, and every place with people. Their tentacles and power had spread all over the world.

After the Baine University attack, the old chancellor glanced back, not saying a word. But when he returned to the secret realm, he immediately issued a restructuring document. All workshops switched into the wartime system, patrol teams set up and student department activated.

The cruel loss jolted everyone out of their comfort zone, triggering a sense of urgency and alertness in people.

...

On a massive rotating silver disc in the dark space of an unknown secret realm, densely built black buildings that looked like mushrooms revolved as the disc turned. It was inside a tall pyramid-shaped building in the center of the disc that a meeting held.

Sitting at the revolving round table were two men in tight-fitting white trench coats. One stood there, and one rested his hands on the back of a chair. They remained still as the ten-meter table rotated.

“Olro has lost three cadres in the operations, Miga five and Redwin two. Combining the other places, the total casualty is seven. This high number of death has overwhelmed the recovery pool. The recovery will not complete in time,” said the man on the right. His hair was green, tall build with the most common face in the street.

“In exchange, we got three sealers and three palatinates,” said the man across the table. “And we’ve marked over ten threateners who have killed our cadres.”