Chapter 1069: Chapter 501: Nameless Painting, That Is Faceless Sin (Moon’s Beginning Seeks Monthly Votes)

This eyeball—in fact, if viewed from the perspective of the person in the painting, it would be impossible to distinguish it as an eyeball at all.

Because it was so immense, overwhelmingly large beyond the field of view that the sunk one could cover.

From the perspective of the submerged person in the painting, this eyeball was infinitely magnified. Lin Yi moved closer to the painting, and immediately, it was as if he could see the texture within that eyeball.

The patterns on the iris seemed replaced by some kind of gear bite marks, filled with an indescribable sense of order. Yet, beyond those marks, the original order began to collapse, spreading into the pupil, finally merging into the dark tide…

The strokes of Painter No. 3 were very realistic, but taking realism to its extreme revealed a sense of decay and disconnection completely at odds with reality. The extremely limited light and shadow in the lower left corner of the painting intertwined to form the name of this artwork—

It was a string of twisted characters, manic within their scrawl, like the words a pained person would carve into their own flesh with a knife.

The moment Lin Yi saw those words, a low, intensely restrained trembling voice slowly echoed in his ear…

[I… see… you!!]

At the same time, Lin Yi suddenly felt the world spinning, as if he had lost his sense of gravity, plunging straight into the painting.

“Hoo… hoo…”

Endless winds, carrying gray mist, gently slapped Lin Yi’s face, the sparse water vapor like shattered waves. A wave of dizziness hit his mind, and through the mist, he seemed to glimpse a world of darkness defying logic.

A massive vortex appeared in the pitch-black sea, the heavy tide stirred as if by an invisible hand, and tangible water vapor floated on the sea like drifting yellow sand.

At the center of that vortex was a realm of pure darkness, and within that realm, a pair of eyes slowly opened…

The weightless mind of Lin Yi couldn’t discern whether those eyes were deep in the black sea or… high in the black sky.

The ocean mirrored the sky, and the sky reflected the sea, with dark moisture indistinguishable from mist or clouds…

Lin Yi paused, weightless, suddenly suspended within the entire world at some moment.

He suddenly realized he was facing not just the vortex below but also… the other side.

The sky? No, the sea! No! The sky?!

He couldn’t tell, he really couldn’t tell.

But the only thing he could observe was that as the weightless him, his body uncontrollably spun to the angle between sea and sky, before him, once again appeared that magnificent yet terrifying scene.

On one side was the vortex in the ocean, on the other was the vortex in the sky, one vortex contained those eyes, the other contained the black sun.

As he stretched across the gap, the blurred boundary between sea and sky seemed like the bridge of a nose, and the two nearly symmetrical black vortices in the world at this moment more resembled two eyes on a face…

The entire world took on the outline of a vast, illusory countenance, and that low, trembling voice seemed like a distant sound falling from beyond the world.

At some point, the two vortices in the sky and ocean simultaneously opened their eyes.

“I… see… you!!”

“Boom—”

Lin Yi was struck as if by lightning, infinite horror enveloped him instantly like a current, and he didn’t know what he was facing.

Beyond that world, it felt as though there were a pair of eyes gazing down upon everything.

Is that… “God”?!

No, if the world had a so-called “God,” it must be the “Root” deep in the black sea, even the “Angel” would only be a subordinate.

Could those two vortices be the gaze of the “Root”?

The reflection of the sea upon the sky, even causing the sun to be extinguished?!

The sun had already been extinguished, how long could the embers burn?

Was the black sun and the deep-sea vortex mutually the counterpart, the “Eyes of the Root”?!

“Rumble—rumble—rumble—”

The eye of the storm formed by the two vortices continuously revolved within the mist, the terrifying scene like the world’s end.

Unexpectedly, Lin Yi, suspended here, did not lose himself.

It seemed that before such an “absolute” existence, even losing oneself became a luxury.

Or perhaps… he had already been lost! Everything he saw merely rewritten by his cognition to sustain his life… some false reality?

At this moment, a low whisper suddenly sounded in his ear…

[sørgende…]

Lin Yi was slightly stunned, his mind quickly drew back, feeling like he had heard something…

No.

As a keen listener of the Graveyard of the Deceased, he felt it was necessary to remove the “as if.”

He must have heard some sound, as if coming from… within that storm vortex?

A whisper from the abyss…?

[…Sorgens…skygge…]

The voice appeared again, seemingly overpowering the roaring storm.

At first, he thought it was the sound of black waves colliding amid the storm, until he noticed the deep vortex seemed to change speed chaotically, realizing that the storm vortex was not truly as he perceived…

But he did not dare to extend his perception further.

Truly did not dare.

[Min… skygge…]

[Sorg…]

The intermittent voice reappeared, and within the storm emerged a sound resembling weeping, mixed with whispers like the ripping of silk…