Until now, Tang Juyi had not taken the initiative to use his psychic ability, because he really didn't know how to use it.

Unlike Amir, who is not able to skillfully use his "prophetic" abilities, Tang Juyi's identity as a psychic is almost always in a passive form, whether it is the hallucinations on the ship at the beginning or the reappearance of the past scenes he saw not long ago, it is not something he can control.

Since there were no skills such as "Eighteen Psychic Moves" recorded in the small room at the beginning, Tang Juyi naturally had no way to start, so he could only rely on a way similar to luck to see if he could trigger his psychic ability.

At this time, looking at the dead devout disciple in front of him, Tang Juyi suddenly had an indescribable feeling, as if a little spiritual light flashed through his mind, but it was difficult to figure out when he wanted to grasp it.

"The psychic should have a strong connection with the psychic medium, the underworld, the infernal jailer and other abilities I obtained when I was extradimensional......

Trying to recall the characteristics of those special abilities before, Tang Juyi could vaguely feel that he seemed to have touched some key.

"Communicate with spirits, communicate with the netherworld, communicate with ominous and calamity......"

Although he has never been in contact with the identity of "psychic", Tang Juyi still had an enlightenment at this time by virtue of his past experience and the experience of several previous hallucinations.

"The so-called psychic is also the ...... of the netherworld"

Tang Juyi muttered, and his gaze also became trance-like, and a mysterious field spread out from him, enveloping everything in this cabin, encompassing the three corpses.

It was at this moment that Tang Juyi really understood what kind of means he had for this role.

The surrounding scenery began to become illusory, and a cold aura swept around Tang Juyi, hooking some of the remaining things in the three corpses, forming a very strange resonance.

Tang Juyi's body trembled, his pupils were rapidly zooming, and his mental frequency reached a state of high excitement that he had never seen before.

He could feel the resentment and horror of the dead who had been cut open by an axe, and the deep despair and grief of the suicidal who had put his gun on his head.

The emotions left on these corpses were all captured by Tang Juyi and felt it personally.

And when Tang Juyi tried to touch the third corpse in the same way, that is, the pre-death feeling of the deceased who pulled out his heart, he saw a picture that made him almost collapse.

From the perspective of the deceased, he saw what the man saw when he was dying, and he thought it would be the scene inside the submarine, but he didn't expect that what appeared in front of him would be the scene of the deep sea.

It was a sea so deep that it was nowhere, and it was a hazy blue-black color from any direction, and even if you looked up, you couldn't see the light shining from above.

It's so vast and deep that just looking at it makes people feel frightening.

And it was at the bottom of this deep sea that Tang Juyi saw a behemoth, a creature that was silent in the most secluded place, as if it had been standing in that corner for endless years, with a strange power that made people unable to take their eyes off, forcing Tang Juyi to stare at it.

That is, in the process of Tang Juyi's gaze at the creature, his reason, beliefs, thoughts, etc. are all falling apart, even the most conventional cognition, and his perception of himself is experiencing confusion and distortion.

He knew very well that he saw what he shouldn't see, and that it was something he couldn't understand. He wanted to remember the face of the being, but he couldn't.

Although the creature was right in front of his eyes, the silhouette and appearance of the other party could not stay in his mind, and once those memories were generated, they would dissipate because they could not bear them. Therefore, even if he stared at that existence all the time, Tang Juyi still couldn't leave a trace of it in his memory.

All he could feel was the infinite depth and grandeur, like a mortal looking up to a god in the clouds.

The behemoth sat on a huge stone chair like a huge sculpture, as if in contemplation, as if waiting.

Even if the ocean in front of you is bottomless, it seems too small in front of it.

It's strange that it sank in the ocean, but it looked like the ocean was sinking in its arms.

Tang Juyi had lost the ability to speak, and he had lost the ability to think, he could only helplessly let his eyes look at the other party, and clearly felt that his spirit was constantly collapsing.

Suddenly, the sculptural, sculptural being, which had been silent, opened its eyes from the bottom of the deep sea.

It saw Tang Juyi, and it also sensed that Tang Juyi was looking at it.

O all-knowing and all-powerful God...... O God who controls the law......]

Tang Juyi began to sink deeper into this ocean, as if he was being dragged by something and fell.

[O God everywhere...... O God throughout the ages......]

He stretched out his hand to struggle, or to touch, but he could only feel the majestic heavenly dome in front of such a terrifying and unbelievable existence.

[O God who looks at all things......]

Countless chanting, prayers, and shouts poured in from all directions, and finally drowning Tang Juyi's whole person in the darkness.

[Finally will come to the world......]

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The intense pain woke Tang Juyi from his coma, and his mind was still indescribably chaotic and distorted.

He subconsciously wanted to open his eyes, but what he saw in front of him and what he thought in his heart was a mess.

Flickering, changing, twisting...... Everything is intertwined, constantly tormenting Tang Juyi.

The pinprick-like pain kept coming from all over his mind, making Tang Juyi let out an irrepressible groan of pain.

He didn't know how long this pain lasted, it could be a moment, it could be a year, he had lost his judgment and perception of time, only that he was surrounded by pain.

Finally, the pain began to dissipate, and Tang Juyi's fragile reason also had a chance to breathe, allowing him to reunite his perception of himself and the outside world.

"I'm ...... Who am I...... Tang Juyi ......"

He was dressed roughly, his eyeballs were starting to fill with bloodshots, and the veins in his temples were thumping.

"Yes...... I'm Tang Juyi...... Chujiang ...... in the South"

The crushed memories began to recover, and Tang Juyi's thoughts gradually became clearer.

"Extradimensional...... Dimension Task ...... Hell...... Assess...... Book of Sins ......"

Those things that had been distorted by inexplicable power were slowly restored little by little under Tang Juyi's best control.

"Where am I...... Under the sea ...... Submarine...... Three corpses...... Psychic ......"

Like a suffocating cry after a drowning man finally came ashore, Tang Juyi finally reorganized his reason.

At this time, he found himself kneeling on the ground, holding his throat with both hands, as if trying to break his neck.

"Damn ......"

Realizing this, Tang Juyi immediately let go of his hand, collapsed on the ground beside him, and breathed heavily.

The diving suit was still on his body, and there was still some oxygen left in the oxygen tank, and the infusion of fresh oxygen also made Tang Juyi's thinking calmer a lot.

After another period of time, Tang Juyi got up, sat on the ground against the wall, and said the first complete sentence so far:

"That's true...... It's not a ...... that humans should touch."