"Mu Daxian... he failed on the Night Watchman path and almost died. Old Mo saved him, he should be fine now. He hasn't shown up in the Art Building yet. I guess either he hasn't fully awakened or he intends to do something at the Bell Tower... sigh... ha! Sigh—sigh—"

After Lin Yi finished his sentence, he completely withdrew from Li Zidan's body, and Li Zidan's original consciousness also regained control.

"Sigh, sigh, sigh..."

He gasped heavily, while his whole body shook and collapsed to the ground from taking back control.

"Li Zidan!"

"Brother Li!"

The surrounding Art Students immediately rushed over to support him.

"Li Zidan, are you alright?" the Art Teacher asked with concern.

Feeling the gradually regained control of his body, Li Zidan's face appeared pale: "I think... I'm fine..."

"You still need proper observation..." the Art Teacher said with a tone of worry.

Suddenly, Li Zidan said: "Teacher, I remembered, last time... the last time I was in a daze, it seemed that Lin Yi descended upon me!"

"But that time... he didn't have such tyrannical control!"

Upon hearing this, the Art Teacher's expression changed slightly.

"Last time... wasn't that just yesterday morning?"

"So yesterday, he took possession of you?"

"Does that mean Lin Yi has mastered a way to achieve a stable 'Will Transition' all the time?!"

"How is this possible...?"

"How did he do it?"

The Art Teacher pondered deeply, while the surrounding Art Students looked at each other speechlessly.

This "person" had surpassed the scope of their cognitive understanding.

Is this still a human being?

The Art Teacher asked in a low voice: "Li Zidan, before your body was taken over, did you see traces of supernatural power with colors, like... golden?"

Li Zidan furrowed his brows and recalled for a long time, then replied somewhat confusedly: "It seemed like it, yet it didn't... I saw a kaleidoscope of light contamination... like the state when the glass in the Art Building is shattered, showing all colors, and yet, showing none."

Hearing this, the Art Teacher frowned and after a long time said: "Never mind, today's intelligence has provided more than enough, even exceeding past insights. We will now return to the Art Building."

She was in a hurry.

She had many questions she wanted to ask Big Golden Fur and Bai Fangshuo about this "Lin Yi".

"Tea...Teacher..." an Art Student spoke, pointing fearfully at the supernatural creation resembling a lamp in her hand, "The light... has gotten brighter!"

Breathing heavily, Li Zidan struggled to speak: "It's not the light getting brighter, but... sigh, sigh... when Lin Yi appeared... he kept absorbing, sigh, sigh... constantly absorbing surrounding supernatural power..."

"The light of that lamp... was absorbed by him, sigh, sigh... so now the light is just... recovering..."

"Sigh, sigh..."

"Alright, don't talk for now, just rest well, and we'll head back to the Art Building," the Art Teacher instructed.

The group gradually began to leave the bookshelf area.

Soon, the floor filled with the intertwining black and white Doric columns returned to quietness, with only the swaying light and shadow sweeping through the space, filling the whole floor with a sense of allure.

The layers subtly fluctuated.

The Doric columns revealed illusory outlines, gradually taking on forms like a Devil and an Angel in the interplay of light and shadow.

On the lamb-white jade-like columns, the white Angel Sculpture bore a sinister smile; while on the obsidian-like columns, the pure black Demon Sculpture showed a reverent expression.

[He has come...]

[He truly has returned...]

[Withering...]

[Black Moon...]

[Laugh while you can...]

[Soon... you will lose your ability to laugh...]

[Shrouded in mist and chasing light...]

[Mourner rides the tide...]

[At Withering Black Moon's end...]

[The Mourner emerges from the Endless deep sea...]

The black Demon Sculpture wore an expression of sorrow yet let out laughter, while the white Angel Sculpture bore a sinister smile but made no sound.

On the columns beneath them, countless small demon and angel sculptures adopted poses of flying or bearing up, clinging to the columns, surrounded by numerous chains.

Yet in the crossing of light and shadow, the outlines of the small demon and angel sculptures alternated continuously between solid and illusory, with one fleeting moment revealing a fragmented and incomplete state.

A state of... broken sculptures.

...

May 11, X023, 9:00 AM, Teaching Building B, Class B2, Bookrack Area.

Lin Yi's will returned to his true body, then he let out a long exhale.

He closed the book, returned it to the shelf, but after some thought, took it down again.

Perhaps he could show it to Liangzi.

Standing with the book in hand before the bookshelf, he pondered over what the Art Teacher had said...

Of course, he didn't think deeply, only piecing together the information he knew, trying to construct what happened after he fell asleep last night in his mind.

Soon, an image appeared in his mind...

An endless storm...

Thick gray mist...

The Art Building appeared like a tiny toy sealed within a glass jar, with an "Angel" outside the jar, its entirety hidden in the shadows, extending countless snake-like thick tendrils, coiling around black clouds while eyeing the miniature Art Building in the glass jar menacingly.

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