The End of the World: Chaos

"Yang Yi, do you really want to try this?" An old and deep voice came from behind him. It was his former mentor, Roland. Although Roland was old, his attainments in black magic were still unmatched.

Yang Yi's eyes were sharp, his face was filled with a hint of fanaticism, and he said firmly: "Roland, I firmly believe that this is a great opportunity. If I can master this power, I can defeat the enemies one by one!"

Roland frowned, and a hint of concern appeared in his tone: "Do you understand the danger of this road? Even if you succeed, the power of darkness may bring you unimaginable consequences. I'm afraid you can't bear the backlash."

"I understand in my heart." Yang Yi took a deep breath and said slowly, "But my enemies are pressing in like ants and locusts. If I don't take action, I will face a catastrophe!"

"Worldly evil is sometimes the source of despair." Roland sighed softly, his eyes vaguely revealing his helplessness towards human nature. He walked to Yang Yi's side, his eyes passing through the black container, as if he wanted to spy on the secrets hidden in it.

"You must be careful. This seemingly ordinary bottle may contain unpredictable dangers." Roland reminded again and again.

"I will proceed with caution." Yang Yi turned around and fixed his eyes firmly on Roland. "I'm ready. Let's get started!"

Roland shook his head helplessly. Although he was unwilling, he knew that if he didn't let Yang Yi try, the obsession in his heart would haunt him like a ghost. He stretched out his dry fingers and pointed at the black container. The complex patterns on it were flickering with a faint light.

"According to ancient texts, this container is used to seal and guide the power of souls. To control it, you need to carefully sense the resentment and cause and effect of those souls." Roland explained slowly, "Remember, backlash is extremely terrible. Every summoning may put you in a desperate situation."

Yang Yi slowly stretched out his hand and placed it on the surface of the container. He instantly felt a chill coming from his fingertips. He closed his eyes and silently chanted a spell in his heart. As he chanted the spell, the surface of the black container began to wriggle, and the black light flickered with strange colors under the reflection of the candlelight.

"This is..." Yang Yi's heart suddenly flashed with excitement, "I seem to feel the fluctuation of the soul!"

"Calm down, stay calm." Roland reminded, with worry in his eyes. He thought Yang Yi would be in trouble, but he didn't expect Yang Yi to show a fanatical expression instead.

"I heard the cries of those souls. They longed for liberation." Yang Yi's voice was full of excitement and awe. "I seemed to be able to hear their voices!"

"Hearing the sound and controlling it are completely different." Roland looked at Yang Yi vigilantly, feeling slightly uneasy. "You must not act recklessly. You must guide them with hatred instead of letting them run wild."

"I understand!" Yang Yi smiled slightly, with a confident arc on his lips, "I can definitely control them!"

As the spell became more and more profound, the light in the black container became stronger and stronger, emitting a twisted and seductive breath like a whirlpool. Yang Yi felt a force churning in his body, as if he had established a mysterious connection with the soul in the container.

"Found it! Found a clue!" Yang Yi's voice was filled with excitement, his fingers trembling slightly, "I can sense its existence." He slowly put down his hand, his eyes flashing with a strange light.

"Don't be impatient, be careful." Roland warned as he examined them, "You must ensure that each soul thread has its own unique cause and effect, otherwise it will be difficult to form a true bond."

"I understand, Master." Yang Yi nodded firmly, and secretly made up his mind. He closed his eyes, immersed in the fluctuations of his soul, and tried hard to find the traces of those who committed all kinds of evil deeds.

"I need your help, Roland." Yang Yi suddenly opened his eyes, his expression solemn, "I beg you to provide me with information about those evil people."

"Of course, there are many records about villains in my library." Roland nodded in agreement, but he felt a sense of foreboding in his heart, knowing that this road to summoning would not be an easy one.

"I must quickly transform these souls into soul threads." Yang Yi's tone became more and more determined, "If I miss a moment, they may no longer be found!"

"You must stay calm and not let your emotions control you." Roland became alert again, with a trace of deep sorrow in his eyes.

"I know how to deal with it." Yang Yi waved his hand and returned his gaze to the black container. He blended the power of his soul with his own thoughts, trying to guide those beings with mixed resentment.

Gradually, the light inside the black container became more and more blazing, and the whispers of the soul became clearer, as if coming from far away, which were the complaints of countless despair and pain. At this moment, the container suddenly trembled violently, and the power in Yang Yi's body also fluctuated.

"Yang Yi, stay calm!" Roland warned, realizing that something was wrong.

"I can't control myself anymore!" Yang Yi's eyes flashed with uncontrollable enthusiasm, "I want to transform them into my power!"

At this moment, the container made a sharp hissing sound, and the candlelight around it suddenly went out, and everything fell into darkness. Instantly, the black container shattered, and an invisible force surged out, as if it was going to tear the surrounding space apart.

"The backlash is coming!" Roland was alert and immediately rushed forward, hoping to stop it all, but it was too late. The power of darkness surged out like a flood.

Yang Yi's figure was torn apart by that force, the space around him suddenly distorted, his ears were filled with countless horrible whispers, and he was instantly swallowed up by despair.

"I...can't give up..." He struggled painfully, and an unprecedented fear arose in his heart. Just as he was sinking into despair, he heard an old but firm call in his ears.

"Yang Yi, let go of your obsession and return to yourself!" Roland shouted in the chaos, his eyes red, concentrating all his strength to cast the spell.

In an instant, Yang Yi realized that he was almost swallowed by the darkness, and his soul seemed on the verge of collapse.

"I can't retreat!" A firm determination emerged in my heart.

With a loud bang, the entire space was torn apart, and endless light and darkness intertwined. At this moment, he felt a relief he had never felt before.

When everything returned to calm, Yang Yi opened his eyes and found himself still standing in the basement. The candles around him were lit again, as if everything just now was just a dream.

"You did it." Roland's voice echoed gently, full of shock and relief. He stepped forward and looked at Yang Yi, his complex expression reflecting many emotions, "But you have to know that the price of all this is by no means ordinary."

"I understand." Yang Yi shook his head slowly, with heavy thoughts surging in his heart.