Awakening：The Infinite Evolution of My Talent as a Low-Level Awakener-Chapter 827: Gazing Into the Future! A Final Gamble!

Sterl glanced at the remaining over one million high-level soul power within the Soul Devourer Sphere, then shifted his gaze to the 60-point soul power resistance he had achieved.

His mind remained extraordinarily calm.

He no longer had time to waste; he had to accelerate his progress and break free from the confines of the Eternal Light World and the Dream Spirit Empire's blockade. The longer he delayed, the more unfavorable it would become for him.

Once he escaped the Dream Spirit Empire's grasp, it would mark the beginning of his official conflict with them.

Given his identity as War Demon and the strength he had displayed, the Dream Spirit Empire would certainly go to any lengths, sparing no cost, to annihilate him. They wouldn't rest until his corpse was found.

This meant that, until he could successfully withstand the Dream Spirit Empire's efforts, this was his only opportunity to improve without interference.

After all, in a situation where assassination, ambush, or being surrounded was always a threat, Sterl couldn't afford to rashly increase his power and put himself into danger or captivity.

So, since he had already begun, he decided to push forward with all his might—using up all his soul power to reach his absolute limits!

Sterl sat cross-legged on the ground, fully activating the Dimension Perception ability within his Star-Bone Sacred Body.

As the power of Dimension Perception was activated, everything around him seemed to slow down. The entire Abyssal Prison was laid bare within his perception.

Gradually, the perception deepened and expanded, and he began to sense the fluctuations in space. Countless gaps appeared and disappeared, and within the space, colorful rivers, seemingly reduced to countless tiny threads, connected the entire space. These were... the traces of time!

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Under the influence of Dimension Perception, not only did he sense spacetime, but he also saw blurry images.

In those images, a twisted mass of flesh and tumors gathered, followed by a Flesh Mycelium Carpet that devoured everything in its path. The scene then shifted, and to his astonishment, he saw a month ago when he had descended into the Abyssal Prison's depths and unleashed those terrifying nightmare elites.

This was the power of Dimension Perception—penetrating spacetime, sensing dimensions. As long as it was allowed to accumulate, it could perceive everything that had ever happened in this spacetime!

"So, I turned into such an ugly monster after I lost consciousness..."

Sterl watched this all with a calm and indifferent expression. The deeper his Dimension Perception, the more his emotions chilled, eventually leading him to lose all feelings. This, in fact, was one of the flaws of Dimension Perception.

"But what I need to see... is the future..."

In an instant!

The images began to spin at high speed. His perception delved deeper into spacetime, continuously probing the forces of fate and time!

Finally, he saw a very blurry image, so vague that he couldn't distinguish anything in it.

But the moment he saw this image, a flash of brilliance shot from Sterl's eyes. This... was the future he had been searching for! His own future!

Bang!

All the images dissipated, and Sterl suddenly withdrew from Dimension Perception, unable to suppress a cough of blood. His head felt dizzy and heavy.

Cough... "Looks like there's no problem, at least I won't die..."

He rubbed his head and sat quietly for a few minutes. Under the terrifyingly fast recovery speed of his body, the backlash and impact gradually subsided. However, to activate Dimension Perception again at such a deep level, he would need at least half a month's period of rest.

This was the cost of using Dimension Perception, or rather, the true power of Dimension Perception was to deeply sense spacetime and peer into both the past and the future.

Although the image just now was so blurry that he couldn't make out anything, Sterl had already obtained the answer he sought.

What he had glimpsed was the future, and only by existing in the future could one peer into it. This meant that even if he absorbed all the high-level soul power, he wouldn't die. Because the future's destiny, the moment he thought about it, had already been sealed.

"Since that's the case, there's no need to delay any longer."

Sterl smiled faintly, glancing at the massive accumulation of soul power in the Soul Devourer Sphere. He directly removed the restrictions and allowed the soul power to flood into his body.

When the million high-level soul power flooded into his body, a sense of swelling and pressure spread through his limbs and bones.

At the same time, a mix of emotions—horror, greed, and more—filled his mind.

The greed was because his body had already memorized the effects of high-level soul power. It was a treasure that could strengthen the body and enhance its potential. The horror came from the overwhelming amount of soul power rushing in all at once—so much that his body's instincts became suspicious.

However, as the master of his body, with just a thought, all the cells and organs of his body suppressed all its natural instincts and fully absorbed the essence distilled from the souls of tens of thousands of gods.

The absorption was incredibly smooth this time. It seemed as though the soul power itself was actively fusing with his body.

Ten minutes later, the million soul power was fully dispersed throughout every part of his body, and even the aura naturally emanating from him was laced with an indescribable terror.

In the next moment, Sterl's vision went black. His body instantly straightened and collapsed to the ground.

His body began to rapidly distort and contort.

Gurgle... gurgle...

The twisted, flesh-like monster wildly escaped from Sterl's body. Every inch of flesh seemed to come alive, possessing its own consciousness, desperately trying to flee from Sterl's form and be reborn.

Another part of it began to madly destroy and invade, attempting to perish with him. The final part directly began to generate a soul will, attempting to replace Sterl and become the new master of his body.

The scene was utterly exaggerated.

The chaotic flesh constantly multiplied, creating a Flesh Mycelium Carpet even larger than before, spreading across the Abyssal Prison's lower level at a visible speed.

But nearly all the material in the entire fifth level had been devoured earlier, and the insatiable Flesh Mycelium Carpet began to spread further.

It was soon seen that the Mycelium Carpet passed through the passage and extended straight to the entrance of the Abyssal Prison.

Faced with a structure so formidable that even the strongest of gods couldn't leave a mark on it, the Flesh Mycelium Carpet transformed into a torrent, tightly wrapping it.

A chilling sound of gnawing filled the air, and in just ten minutes, the natural barrier that had stood for countless years before the Abyssal Prison's lower level vanished.

The Flesh Mycelium Carpet devoured the Abyssal Prison's door, and no force could stop its growth anymore.

Next, the Flesh Mycelium Carpet reached the fourth level of the Abyssal Prison, repeating its greedy consumption of everything within, then moved to the third level... and the second level...

As time passed, an indescribable aura gradually brewed and condensed within the Abyssal Prison, slowly spreading toward the outside world.

At this moment, outside the Abyssal Prison entrance, thousands of nightmare elites, all at least of upper-level divine authority, waited eagerly with hidden motives.

Walker, Rein, and the other ten commanders, along with the captain of the personal guards, Wood, quietly sat at the center, each suppressing the other while maintaining control over the entire situation.

However, just then, the ten commanders and Wood simultaneously opened their eyes, staring in shock at the direction of the Abyssal Prison.

"What is that!?"

Rein quickly leapt to his feet. His large, round body unleashed an unimaginable speed, as though he had been standing there from the start.

"That's... Abyssal Prison. There's an anomaly at Abyssal Prison."

Walker's deep voice echoed around them, but from the violent flickering of his soul flame, it was clear that he was not calm inside.

The other commanders also stared at the Abyssal Prison with caution, their minds both confused and alarmed.

Soon, the nightmare elites also felt the overwhelming, ominous aura emanating from within Abyssal Prison. Under this aura, they vaguely felt as though every cell in their bodies was filled with fear and wailing, as if they were facing a natural enemy!

"Such an evil aura... it even makes me feel instinctive fear."

The captain of the personal guards, Wood, stood up. His towering eight-meter frame exuded immense strength, but at this moment, he felt a chill run through his entire body.

"What happened? Is there still some kind of monster suppressed within Abyssal Prison?"

"Impossible! How could there be a monster with such an aura in this world? Even the King of the Evil Spirits in the Eternal Dark Pole could not make us fear!

Moreover, we've been sealed for forty thousand years. The Eternal Light Abyssal Prison was opened because of us. If there were truly some terrifying being, with the scheming nature of the King of Many Causes, he would have used it to turn this place into our tomb long ago."

Once these words were spoken, most people silently agreed, thinking the same.

No one knew the Abyssal Prison better than they did, after being sealed for forty thousand years.

However, the sudden emergence of this aura made them uneasy, for the power of this aura was too terrifying. Even facing the wrath of the Nightmare Overlord would not evoke such a feeling.

"Let's go see."

Wood scanned the room and spoke in a deep voice.

The ten commanders narrowed their eyes. Some began investigating on their own, while others feigned indifference. No one responded to him.

"Hmph, His War Commander hasn't returned yet. We cannot allow any disruptions."

With that, Wood glanced at the other commanders, then raised his oversized double-edged sword with one hand and began walking toward the entrance of Abyssal Prison.

As he moved, a hundred of his personal guards immediately stood up. They didn't follow Wood but instead kept a hawk-like watch on the surrounding nightmare elites, their eyes flashing with warnings.

The commanders narrowed their eyes, forgoing any small movements. Wood's words weren't just about the anomaly in Abyssal Prison—they were also aimed at them.

Although they weren't afraid of Wood, Sterl's absence meant they hadn't truly earned their freedom yet. Until that time, they couldn't afford to act recklessly. If they did, they would truly be trapped here forever, slowly sinking into despair.

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