I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 420: The Leading Party

The deep voice echoed in the soul of the female dancer.

The soul felt an unusually clear piercing pain in the back of its head, and could intuitively feel that some thin, curved tubular structure had penetrated deeply into her spirit.

That twisted tubular weapon was alive, it was trembling slightly, it was expanding and shrinking slightly... It was as if something was flowing inside the tube and injecting directly into the depths of his soul!

The moth in the skull that had disappeared seemed to reappear suddenly.

The scaly wings fluttered slightly, whispering deep in the soul.

However, the whispering voice of the moth in the skull at this time was John Watson's absurd and playful tone, which was often mixed with meaningful and unclear words.

Not only that, the flapping of the wings of the newly born cranial moth also scattered an astonishing amount of shining scales. These scales, which shone with a luster very similar to the glow of reason, contained ancient and mysterious knowledge.

Irregular, mysterious, primitive hieroglyphic runes swirled and sang deep in her soul, forming a mottled and complex pattern.

At a certain moment, she seemed to see the complex rotating pattern stop, and the magnificent runes like mountains and rivers depicted a portrait of some kind of person -

An old man with double pupils and four eyes, his four eyeballs sparkling with wisdom.

Now female dancers can understand the meaning of "reversing the Tiangang".

She was even able to comprehend the semantics of the heterogeneous rhythms vibrating in her head—that was the extremely ancient language used by John Watson, a primitive language that originated from deep within the earth.

"Miss Mary must be wondering why I was able to break into the illusion of the dance of destiny, right?"

"After all, even in a mysterious and hidden world, the beating of the heart can convey words into the heart, and the whispers of the moth can resonate in the skull. Both can create illusions that seem real or fake..."

"But I've never heard of anyone being able to break into someone else's illusion."

"The illusion during the advancement of the sexual phase comes from the sexual phase transformation caused by the accumulation of sufficient knowledge and power of the principles. The momentary trance is actually the information released during the sexual phase transformation."

"In this moment of trance, the apprentice of the Invisible Art can appreciate the true nature of the Code in a more real way... The apprentice's power cannot surpass the Code itself, and the illusion created by the apprentice will naturally not intrude into the illusion of the Code."

“The illusion when the mark awakens comes from the dual blessings of Mansu and Sichen.

"The Hours have witnessed your loyalty and contribution, and are delighted by your actions. They are willing to bless you, enlighten you... and enable your soul to further transform."

"Just as the body is renewed while a mortal is asleep, the process of soul transformation will also cause the seven soul qualities residing within the soul to temporarily become drowsy, falling into an illusion like a dream within a dream."

"When the soul is dormant, the power of Si Chen cleanses the soul, and the residual power beyond imagination and cognition settles and condenses into a mark inside the soul."

The broken one-eyed moth flapped its scaly wings like a sword, blocking the increasingly turbulent and violent tide of glow, and even splashed black flames as sticky as blood onto the surrounding cities.

"The mark is a symbol of power and also a mark of identity... Since you have volunteered to devote yourself to this path, if you disobey and betray me, you will be punished by heaven!"

"The illusions evoked by the two are similar but not identical."

"Ms. Mary, the destined dance you are following still belongs to the latter category... although up to now, the great and true audience has not appeared yet."

"The Dance of Destiny is a ceremony dedicated to the Hours. You have volunteered to devote yourself to a purer and more original path of transformation. In the process, you can gain the blessings and grace of different Hours."

"Crossroads Twins, Silk, Awakening Storm, Stone Green... You once pursued the ancient dance that originated from the First Continent, but now you are firmly pursuing the new dance that originated from the pines under the arid land."

"Your body once revived its ancient form, but now you want to abandon it and blossom into a new form... Isn't this also a betrayal?"

The whisper of the broken one-eyed moth suddenly became sharp, like a scream or a roar, "How can you give up your old appearance so easily!!!"

"Disgusting, you really make me feel disgusted!"

"If loyalty is not absolute, then it is absolutely disloyal... Even I can't help but want to punish you for your disloyalty on behalf of Brother Moth!"

The crazy whispers deep in the soul have become particularly brutal and angry!
The disordered humming sounds seemed to be distorted into the clanging and explosive sounds of swords clashing, so noisy that the female dancer's eyes shed particularly bright tears of blood.

The blood color in her pupils was gradually fading away with the flow of blood and tears, and the clear blue returned again.

The brand new heart is quietly decaying.

The broken one-eyed moth shook his head and snorted twice, as if he felt very sorry. "But, Brother Moth is really too gentle and too kind..."

"He was so kind as to forgive your betrayal and respected your free will very much... He is worthy of being called Brother Moth. Such a broad mind is truly a role model for our generation!"

“He has another word for me to tell you:”

"Mary Morstan, the Moth has granted you the freedom of chaos, you can escape from chaos and the ancient ways.

"but……"

The moth with a broken eye bent its head strangely, and its dark and shining eyes looked directly into the increasingly clear eyes of the female dancer.

The multi-faceted eyes, shining like obsidian, reflected the dancer's terrified expression.

"But, after all, you are being disrespectful to Brother Moth, so you still have to pay a tiny price as punishment."

The broken one-eyed moth suddenly stopped flapping its wings, and its belly began to shake violently, as if something was struggling inside its abdomen.

ah ah ah ah ah ah--

The female dancer let out an unprecedented scream!
Her mind was experiencing a kind of tearing pain, which was even more terrible and painful than tearing - her spirit was swelling and bursting!!!

The tubular weapon that pierced deep into the soul was now expanding unusually large!

Something wriggling was going straight into her soul through the sharp tube!!!

"Ahem, I seem to have said a lot of nonsense and gone off topic..." The broken one-eyed moth coughed twice embarrassedly, and the dry and dull moth face incredibly turned two spots of bright red, which looked... disgusting.

The female dancer was clearly in a spirit state now, but looking at the two red clouds rising from the other person's dark face, she strangely felt physiological nausea and retching, and almost vomited out disgusting things that she herself did not understand.

The broken one-eyed moth was so shameless that it laughed with great enjoyment at the embarrassment of the female dancer.

"Hey, let's get back to the point... Isn't Miss Mary wondering how I got into the illusion of the Fateful Dance?"

"Uh um... according to normal means, this is indeed... impossible to accomplish."

"Well... it is impossible for mortals to invade the illusion created by the Principles and Si Chen... but..."

The voice of the Broken One-Eyed Moth was intermittent, intermittently mixed with some words of encouragement, just like a middle-aged man squatting on the toilet and struggling with constipation.

However, it was not squatting on the toilet at this moment, but on the female dancer's head.

The tubular weapon that pierced deep into the female dancer's soul expanded more and more, as if something was stuck in the center of the hollow tube and it was difficult to move up or down.

It was not until the broken one-eyed moth snorted suddenly that the thing stuck in the middle of the hollow tube finally sank.

"Oh, it feels good..."

"Why was I able to enter Miss Mary's Fateful Dance illusion... of course it was because of the help of this guide."

The broken one-eyed moth let out a long sigh, as if a heavy burden had been lifted off its shoulders, but the soul of the female dancer suddenly rushed in like a twisted and squirming thing!

It was a twisted and tangled snake like a ball of wool.

It was a giant flat-necked snake with hundreds of key-shaped tentacles.

"Mary Morstan, open your mind, open your soul, open the door to enlightenment!"

The centipede snake, which had regained the key to freedom, cried out in joy and quickly got into the closed door. The distorted and deformed colors once again dyed the spirit of the female dancer.

Countless long snakes seeped out from her soul, blocking out the downward tide of glow.

"Since you like changing your path so much...why not be more unbridled and free?"

"Why not try the aberration path?"

(End of this chapter)