136: College Entrance Exam Student 12

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Yog-Sothoth deliberately lowered his voice, and his ambiguous words seemed to contain a thousand suggestive meanings.

If an intelligent creature had the ability to withstand the mental pollution of direct contact with an evil god, they would discover that this, in fact, was what lay behind the Ultimate Gate.

It was said that anyone who managed to pass the Ultimate Gate would learn the sum of all knowledge, the secrets of everything in the universe. But in reality there was nothing beyond the gate but the true body of Yog-Sothoth.

Yog-Sothoth was knowledge itself, the All-in-One, the supreme unity of existence. To see him was to see everything.

Zong Yan told himself this wouldn't be good. The corners of his eyes twitched and he said, somewhat helplessly, "Can you try not to fill your head with this kind of thing all day long?"

"What kind of thing?" the Lord of the Gate asked with perfect innocence.

Zong Yan couldn't have said why, but even with all these bubbles stacked in front of him, he could still imagine the Lord of the Gate's exact expression right now.

There would be a lazy smile on his face, an eyebrow slightly raised, and his head propped in his hand as he stared minutely at Zong Yan, just like so many times before.

"What exactly are you talking about?" the evil god asked again. His voice was tinged with low laughter.

Suddenly an ice-cold sphere burrowed under Zong Yan's clothes. The black-haired young man watched in shock as the sphere dissolved into a slimy, liquid state, wordlessly wrapping him up inside it.

Obviously, Yog-Sothoth was well-acquainted with Zong Yan's preferences. The cold sensation lasted only a short period before it warmed to something closer to human body temperature. There was a slight sensation of heat, neither too hot nor unbearably cold.

You're the one who swore you'd never be interested in a low-level intelligent creature! Hah, straight from the mouth of an evil god, what a liar.

The evil god's voice was low and gravelly: "I'm not thinking about anything. All I'm doing right now is following the ideas in your head.

"Besides... You enjoy it too. Don't you?"

The words seemed to reverberate, but they also seemed completely silent.

The sound came from a distance, a far-off place filled with endless malice, and somewhere inside it was the demonic, bewitching whisper of an evil god. Any intelligent creature who heard, or saw, or came into contact with this kind of scene would go mad from the incomprehensible things they witnessed, forever wandering in confusion and disarray, their sanity lost and unrecoverable within a human lifetime.

An infinite multitude of spheres constantly fusing, constantly fissioning, trapped the black-haired young man in the center. The glowing spheres lay somewhere on the boundary between reality and illusion, existing in a mysterious state that couldn't be expressed in human words, but they became physically real the instant they came into contact with Zong Yan's body.

The black-haired young man lay on his back, floating, surrounded by bright but indistinct phantoms, like he was drifting in a cloud of light.

Zong Yan inwardly cursed eight generations of Yog-Sothoth's ancestors, incidentally excluding his father.

He was currently in human form, a mimetic human, and although he desperately wanted to swipe the screen to something else, his body was already responding.

Only those who'd experienced it would know what it felt like to be favored by a god. Whether a god of light or a god of evil, the moment the eyes of that divine being focused on you couldn't be described.

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