"Chaotic Spirit Monster?"
Ron’s attention was drawn to this somewhat familiar term, and his researcher’s instinct temporarily suppressed the unease in his heart.
"Lady Allen told me about it. It’s an extremely dangerous Abyssal High-level Creature, with the abilities of random teleportation and localized reality distortion."
Upon hearing this name, Uther smiled slightly:
"It seems Allen is indeed quite concerned about you. The attack method of the Chaotic Spirit Monster is completely unpredictable, able to appear instantly behind the target and project attacks from past or future time points to the present.
More terrifying is that their existence causes the surrounding environment to become unstable. Gravity might suddenly disappear, and the flow of time might randomly change."
"Under normal circumstances, due to the level restriction of Abyssal Energy, Chaotic Spirit Monsters can only survive in extremely deep regions."
The old professor’s virtual image trembled slightly:
"But if the Supreme Apostle deliberately mobilizes Abyssal Energy to artificially create an environment suitable for their survival in the shallow areas, theoretically, it’s indeed possible to dispatch such monsters to relatively safe areas."
Ron silently noted this information, quickly analyzing its implications in his mind.
If the Supreme Apostles truly began to actively create threats, then traditional strategies for exploring the Abyss might need a complete overhaul.
"Now, let us begin today’s analysis."
Uther brought the topic back on track.
Ron could sense that the old professor’s words just now were not idle chatter:
"The difficulty of analyzing this Memory Crystal is very high, and you need to be exceptionally careful. The moment you feel anything abnormal, especially that feeling of ’diluted presence,’ immediately disconnect."
Ron took a deep breath and began adjusting his mental state.
Cautiously, he extended his Spiritual Power towards the dark purple Memory Crystal.
Unlike before, this time the contact brought no impact or resistance; instead, it felt exceptionally smooth.
It was as if his Spiritual Power encountered no tangible obstacle but slipped directly into a void space.
In an instant, an intense sensation of spatial distortion swept in, as if his entire consciousness were dragged into a completely unfamiliar dimension.
The surrounding reality began to blur and warp, like observing the world through a funhouse mirror.
The image gradually cleared, revealing a breathtaking Abyssal scene:
It was an unimaginably grand hall, with towering pillars piercing into an unseen dome, each made of some black stone emitting a faint glow.
Ron had never seen such stone before; they seemed to absorb light yet released a deeper darkness.
The hall’s interior was vast enough to instill fear, as if the entire structure existed within an independent spatial dimension.
The most striking feature was the giant circular stone platform at the hall’s center.
The platform’s diameter was at least fifty meters, with a height exceeding ten meters, and its surface was carved with countless complex Runes.
And at the platform’s center, there was a bottomless circular opening, from which pure void force surged.
It wasn’t darkness, nor shadow, but an absolute "nothing" — an ultimate void that could devour light, sound, and even thought.
The owner of the memory — Edmon, was standing at the Edge Area of the hall, recording everything he saw through a sophisticated Magic Power Observation device.
Through his perspective, Ron could feel the profound fear.
This fear did not arise from a specific threat but from an instinctive intuition.
This was an absolute forbidden land, a perilous place where even existence itself could be questioned.
Edmon was evidently an experienced explorer.
He cautiously maintained a distance from the stone platform, merely observing and recording from afar with his equipment.
His every movement showed a keen sense of danger, never lingering in the same spot for over three minutes, and constantly changing his observation angles.
Yet, despite such caution, the hall’s mysterious power still began to affect him.
Ron observed Edmon’s silhouette starting to blur, as if an invisible eraser were slowly wiping away his existence.
This process was extremely slow, yet irreversible.
First, his shadow began to fade, then the edges of his clothing became indistinct.
Next, Edmon’s hand started to become translucent, with blood vessels and bones faintly visible, but the entire hand gave an eerie feeling of "about to vanish."
Most horrifying was that as his body gradually disappeared, Edmon also seemed to slowly forget what he was experiencing.
His records grew increasingly brief, his thoughts sluggish, as if even the ability to think was being stripped away bit by bit.
Ron could hear Edmon’s voice in the records becoming hollow:
"Observation records... the... how many times is this?
This place is... what place?
Why am I here?
I am... who am I?"
When Edmon’s torso also began to blur, he had completely forgotten his identity and purpose.
He looked blankly at the observation device in his hand, as if he didn’t understand what it was for.
Finally, as the explorer’s head started becoming transparent, the image within the Memory Crystal abruptly ceased.
All that remained was a void of darkness, and a heart-wrenching absolute silence.
Ron carefully severed the connection with the Memory Crystal, finding that his back was already drenched with cold sweat.