PDLP Chapter 2219 Changes in the Sea of Consciousness
Chapter 2219 Changes in the Sea of Consciousness
Matthew is like a tireless warrior, fighting hard in this invisible battlefield of perception, constantly trying various methods, just to retain those perceptions that are as smart as elves but elusive.
However, fate always seems to like to play tricks on people, and although he tried his best, the results were minimal.
Every new insight that emerges is like a dewdrop on the grass in the morning, which disappears quickly as soon as it shines under the caress of the sun. It is also like a fragile bubble that just as it surfaces, it shatters with a "puff" and leaves no trace.
Matthew watched helplessly as these insights slipped away from his fingertips. No matter how anxious he was or how hard he tried to grab them, he was unable to retain even a trace of them.
At first, his heart was filled with anxiety, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and his hands were unconsciously clenched, as if this way he could grasp those illusory insights.
But as time passed, repeated failures made his eyes gradually lose their luster, and the initial anxiety slowly turned into deep disappointment.
He lowered his head, his heart filled with bitterness.
He began to reflect on himself, wondering if he was too greedy.
Those insights are like the stars in the sky. If he could have kept them all, with such a huge reserve of wisdom, he would probably have transcended the constraints of the human world and reached a higher realm long ago.
Such thoughts made him feel a little helpless and even more desperate about his current predicament.
Just when Matthew was filled with disappointment and was about to give up and end this seemingly hopeless pursuit, a strange movement suddenly came from the silent body.
The purple cauldron that had been quietly staying in the Dantian suddenly made a slight but very penetrating buzzing sound, as if it was a giant beast that finally woke up after sleeping for thousands of years.
Although the sound was small, it was like a heavy hammer, hitting Matthew's heart hard.
Immediately afterwards, a dazzling purple light, like lightning that had been suppressed for a long time, burst out from the purple cauldron.
The purple light carried a mysterious and powerful aura, instantly illuminating the originally dark Dantian.
It flashed a few times in the air, and the light was like a lively elf jumping happily, and then it appeared in the sea of consciousness in an incredible speed.
The appearance of the purple light instantly made the atmosphere in the sea of consciousness become solemn and mysterious.
The insights that were originally scattered and about to disappear, under the reflection of the purple light, seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, and moved towards the purple light.
Matthew's eyes widened, unable to believe what was happening before his eyes. A new hope surged in his heart, as if he saw a ray of light in the dark abyss.
He held his breath and stared at the purple light, trying to figure out what this sudden change meant.
The purple light slowly rotated in the sea of consciousness, and with every rotation, the surrounding perception became more tightly condensed.
Those insights that were about to disappear gradually became clearer and more stable under the influence of the purple light, and no longer dissipated as easily as before.
Matthew realized that this sudden change before his eyes might be a precious turning point bestowed upon him by fate, and it was his last hope to retain these precious insights.
Instantly, a burning faith ignited in his heart. He took a deep breath, forced himself to suppress the excitement and anxiety in his heart, and once again focused his mind, ready to go all out to meet this unknown challenge and opportunity.
His eyes revealed a firm determination, and he secretly vowed in his heart that no matter what was waiting ahead, he would never let these insights that embodied wisdom and opportunities slip away from his hands.
However, fate always seems to create some unexpected surprises.
Before Matthew could take any action, the mysterious purple light seemed to be summoned by some more powerful force. It suddenly carried away the insights that were originally scattered and about to disappear, and rushed straight towards the spiritual ball in the sea of consciousness like a streaking meteor.
In the blink of an eye, he dived into the sphere.
At the moment the purple light entered the sphere, the entire sea of consciousness seemed to be injected with a powerful energy and instantly boiled.
The sphere that had been quietly floating in the sea of consciousness immediately began to spin rapidly, like an ancient mythical beast that had been awakened.
The speed of rotation was so fast that the surrounding spiritual energy fluctuated violently, forming small spiritual energy whirlpools.
Not only that, as the ball spun wildly, it also emitted a series of low and powerful buzzing sounds.
The sound seemed to come from the distant ancient times, carrying a mysterious and majestic aura. Each sound seemed to hit Matthew's soul heavily, making his heart tremble.
As time went on, the ball rotated faster and faster, so fast that it was almost impossible to capture its trajectory with the naked eye.
During this high-speed rotation, wisps of purple light emitting mysterious light, like squeezed energy essence, drifted out from the interior of the sphere.
As soon as these purple rays appeared, they were immediately stirred by the powerful rotating force of the sphere and surrounded the sphere.
They are like lively purple ribbons, dancing around the sphere, forming a gorgeous and mysterious purple halo.
Matthew opened his eyes wide, staring at the extremely fantastic scene in front of him, his heart filled with shock and confusion.
He had never seen such a strange phenomenon, and could not understand what mystery was hidden behind it.
As the sphere spun at an almost crazy speed, the entire sea of consciousness fell into unprecedented turmoil.
The lights that were originally quietly attached to the inner wall of the sea of consciousness seemed to be injected with a violent force at this moment, and began to flash wildly.
They were like crazy stars, jumping wildly in the dark sky of the sea of consciousness, their light flickering, interweaving a strange and shocking picture.
At the same time, a sharp and piercing sound suddenly rang out from within the sea of consciousness.
The sound was like millions of steel needles piercing the eardrums at the same time, or like a sharp blade scraping wildly on metal. Its sharpness was beyond imagination.
Each sound seemed to tear Matthew's soul apart, echoing in his mind for a long time.
The sudden change made Matthew feel a splitting headache for a moment, as if a huge hammer was hitting his head violently, and his entire head seemed to be about to split open at any time.
He couldn't help but raise his head, and the veins on his forehead bulged. Each vein was like an angry little snake, beating violently under the skin.
His throat bulged with pain, and Matthew instinctively wanted to make a sound to vent the pain in his heart.
He used all his strength and opened his mouth as wide as he could, but he couldn't make even the slightest sound.
That feeling of powerlessness was like being strangled by the throat, filling his heart with despair and fear.
His body began to tremble uncontrollably, like a fallen leaf shivering in the cold wind.
He clenched his fists subconsciously, his nails dug deep into his palms, even piercing his skin and oozing out a trickle of blood.
His face became hideous and distorted due to extreme pain, his eyes were wide open and bloodshot, as if he wanted to imprint all the horrific scenes before him in his eyes.