The sense of reality around him gradually fades, replaced by an endless starry sea.
In this Consciousness Space, he can sense the aura of countless ancient entities.
Some gentle like a spring breeze, some indifferent like ice, and some exuding an unsettling madness.
"The connection with the Wisdom Triangle is deepening..."
Ron feels the power feedback from the three stars, a sense of satisfaction surging in his heart.
Every meditation allows this connection to become tighter and more efficient.
The Hermit Star grants him deep thinking ability, making complex problems clear and solvable before him;
The Scholar Star provides a vast reservoir of knowledge, with various theories and skills flowing like a spring;
The Observer Star offers extraordinary Insight, able to see through appearance straight to essence.
The fusion of three forces allows his consciousness to touch even more distant Star Domains.
But just as he’s about to delve deeper, a familiar and dangerous intuition suddenly triggers.
It’s a warning from deep within the soul, echoing like a sharp alarm in consciousness.
"This feeling..."
Ron’s heart suddenly accelerates, cold sweat seeping from his forehead.
This dangerous premonition, he experienced once before.
It was at Morning Star Level, after establishing a complete link with the first star, the Hermit Star.
"No, something’s approaching..."
He forces himself to remain calm, carefully perceiving the abnormal changes in Consciousness Space.
Sure enough, cracks begin to appear in the Edge Area of Consciousness Space.
These cracks are as thin as hair, yet emit a creepy alien aura.
The edges of the cracks present a jagged appearance, as if forcibly torn open by some sharp claws.
More frighteningly, these cracks are slowly expanding, with some kind of low breathing sound emanating from them.
"Time Hounds..."
Ron instantly comprehends the nature of the threat.
Time Hounds, they feed on anomalous temporal fluctuations, particularly favoring those who leave deep imprints in time and space.
And today, during the Divination, the spatial distortions caused by the Paradox Dice clearly caught their attention.
"Damn... Is this the price?"
Ron grits his teeth and begins to mobilize all Spiritual Power for defense.
The cracks are getting larger, and eyes emitting the aura of time continuously scan inward.
These eyes have no eyelids, their pupils presenting a peculiar spiral structure, searching for something.
When the gaze of one of these eyes sweeps across Ron’s Spiritual Core, he feels his entire Spiritual World trembling.
That feeling of being stared at is as if locked by time itself.
Soon, more cracks begin to appear.
Not only at the edge of Consciousness Space, but even within the Wisdom Triangle, small gaps begin to appear.
The Time Hounds are attempting to invade his Spiritual Core through these gaps.
"Can’t let them in..."
If it was just one like last time, it would be fine, but this time it’s obviously a large group, the danger level exponentially increasing...
Ron struggles to maintain his mental defenses, but the tracking ability of the Time Hounds far exceeds his expectations.
These entities seem to be able to follow the traces of temporal fluctuations, accurately locating the source of disturbances.
And today, the spatial distortions caused by the Paradox Dice act like a beacon in the night, guiding them to the destination.
What’s worse is that as the cracks expand, the aura emanating from them grows ever stronger.
These are not just solitary hounds, but a whole pack.
"Must find a way to escape..."
Ron forces himself to think rationally, analyzing the current predicament:
"Though Time Hounds are terrifying, their tracking is based on the traces of temporal fluctuations."
"If I can erase or conceal these traces..."
But the problem is, the spatial distortions caused by the Paradox Dice have deeply imprinted themselves in his Consciousness Space.
This imprint is stubborn like a brand, not easily removable by mere Spiritual Power.