The night was dark, the lonely cliff, and the chilly wind was blowing.
The only source of light came from a giant planet hovering above the cliff.
Standing at the foot of the cliff, Liu He could not help but sigh in his heart when he saw the scene.
The planet was beautiful, but when one got closer, it gave off a terrifying and depressing feeling. The terrifying thing was that when one was faced with such a huge planet, one could not help but feel insignificant and fall into a hole of self-denial. As for the depressing feeling, who would not feel depressed when such a huge planet was right before their eyes?
However, the Primordial Ancestor did not go overboard.
Liu He walked up the stairs of the cliff. It was just the Fourth Star Force Room, and the size of the planet was like how the old civilization used a telescope to observe the moon.
If it was the First Star Force Room …
From his vantage point, Liu He could already see the figure sitting on the cliff with his legs crossed. His heart could not help but tremble. Even if it was the Fourth Star Force Room, he must have suffered quite a lot.
In the blink of an eye …
Liu He had reached the top of the cliff. Kun, who was sitting on the cliff with his legs crossed, slowly opened his eyes.
"I was wondering why the Star Force stopped. A guest has arrived. " Kun was wearing the most common linen clothes. His hair was a little messy and he looked haggard, but his face was still the same. His noble temperament did not change either.
"Am I considered a guest?" Liu He smiled bitterly. He glanced at the giant planet and simply asked, "What kind of Star Force is this?"
"Repulsive force." Kun was calm.
Liu He heaved a breath of relief. "Thankfully, it's not the rotating force. Otherwise, I'll be crushed again and again …"
"That's why there's a price for not dying so easily, isn't there?" Kun smiled.
Liu He looked a little sad. "Lord Kun, you know I won't beat around the bush. It's fine if it's the repulsive force. Just hold on for a little longer. I'll work with some elders to plead with the Primordial Ancestor. He won't make things difficult for you and Lord Ya."
Kun lifted his chin. "Why should we plead? Ya and I have already made a bet with the Primordial Ancestor. We'll bear the result no matter what. "
"Tang Ling is dead," Liu He said sadly.
Kun went quiet all of a sudden, but no one could tell what he was feeling from his expression.
Liu He stood in front of Kun quietly. The chilly wind fluttered his hemp robe as he waited for Kun's question.
After a while of silence, Kun said, "You saw him being dismembered with your own eyes?"
Liu He shook his head.
"Beheaded? Pierced through the heart? Swallowed by a Direbeast? "
"None of them. He fell into a crack in the space-time turbulence with the Otherworld Heavenly King." Liu He could not bear to see this. This result was not much different from what Kun had mentioned.
To his surprise, Kun heaved a breath of relief. "Great, I haven't lost yet."
"But …" Liu He was afraid that Kun would hold on to the hope. Facing a certain situation, having hope and then being disappointed was much worse than having no hope at all.
On top of that, Liu He was afraid that Kun would be stubborn and refuse to accept any pleas.
In other words, even if Tang Ling had a 1/10,000th chance of surviving, there was only a 1/10,000th chance of him coming out. Moreover, he had to factor in the space-time turbulence and the flow of time was chaotic. How long would Kun have to wait? Would he be able to wait until that day arrived? This was a cursed and shackled planet. Time was counting down, so there was a high chance that Kun would not be able to wait.
Liu He really did not want Kun to be tortured to the point that he was weak. It was disadvantageous to the future, and he believed that the Primordial Ancestor would think about it. He was just afraid that Kun would not compromise.
Kun looked deeply at Liu He. "I know what you're thinking, but you don't have to persuade me. I haven't lost. Tang Ling will come out soon. "
Liu He was slightly shocked. "Lord Kun, why are you so confident?"
Kun smiled. "It's not just me. I think Ya shares the same thought. As for why? It's fate … "
"My lord …" Liu He smiled bitterly. "The law of fate is something that the Primordial Ancestor, no, humans have never understood. You …"
"Hmph, it's the power of faith." Kun looked at the giant planet. "Go, Liu He. I won't cry. It's a rare opportunity to cultivate! "
Liu He was a little sad. He opened his mouth, but he knew Kun. Since Kun had said so, it would be pointless for him to say anything else. All he could do was ask the Primordial Ancestor for help.
"I'll be on my way." Liu He bowed deeply at Kun.
"Tang Ling will never die." Kun already closed his eyes. No one knew whether he was talking to Liu He or muttering to himself.
Liu He did not say anything else. He turned around with a bitter smile and walked down the cliff.
**
Far away in the mountains, the faint light of dawn appeared.
There was a cave full of brambles at the mountainside. Jian Fei stood at the entrance of the cave and waited for the sun to shine in silence. Then, as if he had made up his mind, he pushed aside the brambles at the entrance of the cave in a certain way and walked into the cave.
Apart from the jagged rocks in the cave, there was nothing else in the cave. Jian Fei, on the other hand, came to a cave with ease. He found a rock and moved the rock away with a special technique, revealing the cave under the rock.
Jian Fei hesitated again as he stared at the cave. However, an unpleasant voice that sounded like grinding machinery wafted from below the cave. "You've been here for almost three hours. Why are you still hesitating?"
Jian Fei's expression changed. "Fine. I'll face what I have to face."
After saying that, Jian Fei jumped into the cave. Wasn't that horrible voice the copper-faced man's?
After Jian Fei jumped in, the rock was moved back to its original position. The other rocks in the cave were moved away again, and the rock that led into the cave was moved somewhere else.
The top of the cave looked normal, but the bottom was a completely different world. It was a place filled with all sorts of electronic lights and filled with all sorts of high-tech instruments.
The copper-faced man was standing in front of a giant superbrain that looked like a control panel. What was more shocking was that behind the superbrain, there were 10 containers filled with faint purple liquid and 10 identical copper-faced men were soaking in them.
That's right, the copper-faced man that stood in front of the control panel had a copper face that was identical to the one on the control panel.
"Have a seat." The copper-faced man greeted Jian Fei when he saw him come in. He then walked to a bar counter and fiddled with the aged coffee machine from the old civilization. He made a cup of coffee and placed it in front of Jian Fei.
"I've been cultivating coffee beans in the valley recently and it worked. It's no different from the coffee beans from the old civilization." The copper-faced man seemed to be very relaxed.
Jian Fei picked up the coffee in front of him and sniffed it. He frowned slightly but did not touch the coffee. "I don't dare to drink it. I'm afraid that the coffee beans cultivated in this valley have a strong bloody smell."
"Are you kidding me? It's been 12 … 13 years. Why would there be any bloody smell? " As he spoke, the copper-faced man also made himself a cup of coffee. He lifted the lower half of his mask and took a sip.
The strange thing was that the lower half of his face was like a metal mask, but the metal mask was very delicate. The mouth and chin could be opened and closed as if they were embedded on the copper-faced man's face.
"They're coming out soon." After a sip of coffee, the copper-faced man put the cup down and pointed at the row of containers. He then said, "My most important mission is about to end."
"Do you really not know or are you just pretending?" Jian Fei frowned. He unconsciously picked up the cup of coffee that he despised because of the bloody smell and drank half of it in one gulp.
"Know what?" The copper-faced man acted like he really did not know anything.
"Tang Ling is dead. Even Higan is …" Jian Fei did not want to come in because he did not want to tell the copper-faced man the news.
The copper-faced man's situation was a secret and complicated! If he heard the bad news about Tang Ling, he would be the one who could not accept it. If he went crazy …
Jian Fei's heart was beating like a drum, but he was really sad. He had also placed a lot of hope on Tang Ling. He said he would not pick a side, but in fact …
Moreover, Tang Ling was likable. At least, he was more likable than Tang Feng, was he not?
However, it was not the time to think about all that. The main point was the copper-faced man. Besides, the copper-faced man said that they were coming out soon.
Does that not mean … Jian Fei's head ached when he thought about it, but just like what he said, he still had to face it, did he not?
To his surprise, when the copper-faced man heard the news, he chuckled in an unpleasant manner and put the cup down. "Nonsense. Tang Ling won't die."
"Do you think I'm joking with you? I'm telling the truth. Although it's hard for me to accept the truth, I have to tell you that we have to think of another way. " Jian Fei was serious. Deep down in his bones, he was an optimistic and pessimistic person, so he tried his best to display his optimism at the moment.
As he spoke, he took out a small recording device and turned it on. The recording of Tang Ling's naval battle that day appeared before the copper-faced man.
The copper-faced man watched the recording quietly. He was wearing a mask, so no one could tell what he was feeling. At least, judging from his body's reaction, he was calm.
After the recording ended, Jian Fei looked at the copper-faced man. He wanted to say something to calm the copper-faced man down, but to his surprise, the copper-faced man said, "This is no different from what I saw before."
To his surprise, Copper Face said, "This is no different from what I've seen before."
"You're late. You know, you're not the first to come to me."
"You're late. You should know that you're not the first to find me. "You're late. You know, you're not the first to come to me, like Zhang Tian and Aurora Polaris. Hmm, it's not just them. It's quite lively."
Jian Fei heaved a breath of relief in his heart, but when he thought about Tang Ling, he felt regret and a little sadness. "So, you accepted it?"
"I didn't accept it. There's no such thing as accepting or not. He's not dead," the copper-faced man refuted.
"Why do you think Tang Ling is not dead? Don't you know what's going on with the crack? "Jian Fei raised a brow.
"According to my memories, I've been through more danger than Tang Ling, haven't I? That big crack isn't the only dangerous place in the world. It's just something that Tang Ling had to go through when he was growing up, "the copper-faced man answered Jian Fei clearly.
Jian Fei could not help but cover his forehead. "You … What you just said doesn't make me feel at ease. I know you won't like it, but haven't you considered PLAN B? "
"There's no reason for me to consider it.
"There's no reason to think about it. Tang Ling is still alive." Copper Face shrugged.
Jian Fei looked at the copper-faced man speechlessly, grumbling in his heart. Is this a different kind of madness? He had to go to Zhang Tian and get to the bottom of this. It was not that Jian Fei was heartless and started to have other thoughts after Tang Ling's death, but the future of mankind was heavy. Sometimes, there was no room for so-called human emotions.
The copper-faced man did not seem to care. He then said to Jian Fei, "Oh, right, I've successfully cultivated hops in the valley. Do you want some beer?"
"Forget it. I have something else to attend to." Jian Fei's mind was in a mess. He really did not know whether the copper-faced man had short-circuited or not. He had to go to Zhang Tian right away.
The copper-faced man did not try to persuade him to stay after Jian Fei's rejection. He said calmly, "Fine, I won't keep you. Protecting them is my biggest mission. I can't leave for even a second during this crucial moment. "
**
At this place, the snow could no longer be described as' big '.
Even the coldest place in the old civilization had never seen snow like this. It blanketed the land and the sky was a blinding white.
Each snowflake was as big as a palm. When the chilly wind blew and landed on the body, red marks would appear on the body. Some of the more severe red marks would even ooze blood.
Even though the spaceship had super-advanced heat energy ice blades, it could not move forward any further. According to Elder Black, the spaceship would have to be abandoned in two days at most.
As for how they would return after that? Everyone on the spaceship shared the same opinion. As long as they could reach the human ancestral temple, they would not have to worry about how to return for the time being.
Not have to worry about the return journey? It was an interesting thought. Wasn't life just a path without a return journey? Was it not an exciting one?
The flexible sword in Tang Long's hand shook. A silver gleam sliced through the vast whiteness and a dozen snowflakes were pierced through the sword. The distance between each snowflake was not much different from the naked eye.
"Almost there." Tang Long showed dissatisfaction on his face. Other people might not be able to see the difference with the naked eye, but with his Precise Instinct, how could he not see the distance between each snowflake and the difference?
After saying that, Tang Long suddenly tore off the clothes on his upper body and rushed into the snow from a sheltered spot on the deck.
In the cold, even a rank 3 Purple Moon Warrior might freeze to death if he did not keep himself warm, let alone Tang Long.
Moreover, the strong wind had turned the big snowflakes into lethal objects. If one stood in the snow without any energy to protect his body, even if he had the body of a rank 1 Purple Moon Warrior, he would be covered in blood within half a minute.
However, Tang Long was fearless. After he dashed into the snow, he moved. Upon a closer look, he realized that it was just microsensing. On top of that, it was even stronger than Tang Ling's movement. The flowing water state was already very obvious because Tang Long's body was as smooth as water.
However, after less than three minutes, Tang Long was a little tired. Steam was rising from his naked body.
He returned to a sheltered place, picked up a pot of water beside him, and drank it in large gulps. Then, he wiped the sweat off his forehead and began to examine his body.
Who would have thought that there would be less than 10 red marks on Tang Long's body in such a dense snow?
Even so, Tang Long was not satisfied with the result.
"I'm a little off again." Tang Long muttered to himself as he gazed at the snow-filled sky. According to Elder Black, if he could persist for three minutes amidst this dense snowfall without leaving any scars, then his movement technique would have officially entered the Flowing Water Realm.
For a quasi-Purple Moon Warrior, the word 'miracle' was no longer sufficient to describe it.
Tang Long was a little anxious, but he could not be blamed. Along the way, his vision had expanded to the point that even Tang Ling could not compare to him because all he had seen were the top ten powerhouses in the world!
It would only accentuate how weak he was. Tang Long would sometimes forget that he was still a teenager and a quasi-Purple Moon Warrior. Similar to Tang Ling, he would often neglect the so-called levels when he measured strength.
It was then that soft footsteps sounded on the deck.
Tang Long looked up and saw Elder Black treading on the snow and appearing on the deck.
In the past few days, Tang Long had a feeling that Elder Black and the others had something on their minds. Although it was not exactly sadness, he could feel the heaviness in their hearts.
They did not mention it and Tang Long did not ask, but it must be related to the search for the ancestral shrine.
In the blink of an eye, Elder Black was already in front of Tang Long, not a single speck of snow on his body.
"Elder Black, I still haven't mastered the Permanent Sword nor broken through the flowing water state." Tang Long was a little embarrassed.
"Three days from now, prepare to become a Purple Moon Warrior," Elder Black said as he looked at the sky full of snowflakes.
"But, I think …" Tang Long was a little anxious.
"You've reached your limit and you've done your best. I think it's good enough. Let's make it three days. We'll have to abandon the ship after that, "said Elder Black.
"But if it's Tang Ling …" Tang Long muttered softly. He did not want to lose to his little brother. It was not jealousy, but it had become a driving force for him to move forward.
When he heard that, Elder Black's eyes showed a trace of worry and sorrow, which was caught by Tang Long's sharp senses.
"Elder Black, do you think I haven't gotten over it? I'm actually … "Tang Long was afraid that Elder Black would misunderstand. Holding a knot in one's heart was not beneficial to cultivation, so Elder Black kept saying that.
"No, I know you've gotten over it. I also know you care about Tang Ling. You've always cared about him," said Elder Black as he looked at Tang Long.
Tang Long was a little shy. He did not expect Elder Black to be as shy as Tang Ling. They were really brothers.
"But I don't want to hide it anymore." Elder Black sighed.
"What are you hiding?" Tang Long raised a brow. He suddenly had the urge to not listen to Elder Black.
"Tang Ling, he's … dead." Elder Black was straightforward. It was something Tang Long had to face and bear.
"Hmph." Tang Long could not help but chuckle. "Elder Black, that's impossible. Even if I die a hundred times, my little brother will still be alive. "
Elder Black silently took out a recording device, and the cruel scene appeared in front of Tang Long.
On the deck, Tang Ling was half-kneeling with Higan in his arms. He looked up with a smile on his face. It was obviously a farewell smile.
Then, the ship fell into the crevice.
"Actually, there's a complete record. You can look at it when you calm down. "Elder Black wanted to take the recording device back.
However, Tang Long grabbed the recording device with a doubtful expression. He waved his hand in disbelief.
He grabbed the recording device tightly and stood up. He did not even put on his shirt as he walked into the snow and sat down with his legs crossed.
"Elder Black, my heart is a little tight from the heat. It's better this way," he explained as he looked up.
Elder Black wanted to stop him, but he did not. He quietly opened the energy barrier for Tang Long.
Tang Long was reluctant. "Elder Black, I don't feel comfortable."
It seems like the kid's reaction is worse than I expected. Elder Black felt an indescribable sadness in his heart, but he still removed the energy barrier.
No matter how he would face it, it was his own problem. He had to get through this. It was Elder Black's unchanging thought.
In the snow, Tang Long adjusted the recording device and started to look at the complete record from start to finish.
The wind mixed with the snow whipped Tang Long's body mercilessly. Red marks were left on his body one after another. Then, the red marks stacked on top of each other and started to bleed. As time passed, his body started to split into bloody wounds.
The low temperature caused the warm blood to freeze very quickly. Then, it was cut open again. It was so cold that Tang Long's whole body was trembling. He seemed to be unconscious as he stared fixedly at the recording left behind by the recorder.
His lips were pursed so tightly that they started to bleed, but he did not care anymore. The dense snow knives had left a dozen bloody wounds on his handsome face.
The scene was cruel every minute, including the important figures on the ship who had seen many bloody and sorrowful scenes. Somehow, all of them walked out and looked at Tang Long quietly.
Maybe the sailing life was too boring, so it was fun to have a talented kid to teach.
Tang Long and Tang Ling were really special. After teaching Tang Long personally, they realized how talented he was. Did the Stardust Council waste an unpolished jade? Or did the Stardust Council never think about grooming Tang Long to the best? Who knew? After all, he was Tang Feng's son even though his mother's identity was special.
If Tang Long was like this, what about Tang Ling, who was even more glorious? It was a pity that Tang Ling was dead.
Tang Long might not be able to accept it. Their brotherhood had just warmed up a little. From a certain aspect, they were both orphans. Moreover, Tang Ling had used his life to prove his love for Tang Ling. What should Tang Long do?
It was pointless no matter what he did. Tang Ling was already dead, was he not? Moreover, there was still Higan. Everyone knew that Tang Long had fallen in love with her since he was young.
It was hard to bear, but they hoped that the recording would end soon. Tang Long might not be able to hold on any longer, and even if they managed to save him, his foundation would be damaged.
After all, Elder Black had prepared the best resources for his advancement: Sunlight Nether Fish, Six Colored Mutated Sea Pearl, and Eight Stamen Lotus.
What was more surprising was that Emperor Han was willing to provide more Sunlight Nether Fish and an even more precious Seven Colored Mutated Sea Pearl.
They were hoping for a top hero in the human world, but since Tang Ling was gone …
Fortunately, the torturous time was over. The recording stopped at the moment the ship fell into the crack.
Tang Long looked up. He had turned into a man covered in red crystals, which made him look terrifying. The red crystals were formed by his frozen blood. Underneath the crystals were cracks and his face was purple.
However, Tang Long did not seem to notice it. He pointed at the holographic image in the air and asked, "Is this crack deep?"
"It's not deep. What's so scary about it being deep?" Elder Black said. He walked up to Tang Long and tried to help him up.
Tang Long stubbornly refused to get up. "What is that?"
"It's a dimensional turbulence. You might not understand it now, but I'm not going to lie to you. It's hell that's scarier than a hopeless situation. It's not hell, it's more like … In short, if I fall into it without luck, I won't be able to get out. But luck is fleeting, "Elder Black said straightforwardly.
Now, he could not let Tang Long do whatever he wanted. He had to forcefully bring Tang Long into the cabin and heal him. Otherwise, Tang Long's foundation would be damaged.
Tang Long suddenly smiled. "Tang Ling is very lucky. If he's fine, Higan will be fine too. If he can't protect Higan like I can, I'll deal with him myself. "
"You better not get your hopes up." Elder Black pulled Tang Long up.
"I can go back myself. Elder Black, don't pull me." Tang Long wanted to stand up, but when he exerted his strength, he fell into the snow.
Elder Black pulled Tang Long up, but he realized that Tang Long was in a daze. He was already half-unconscious.
"If I stay here, my body won't hurt. My heart will explode."
"Cold. I feel better when I'm cold. Otherwise, I won't be able to think. I can't think." Tang Long started to talk nonsense.
Elder Black brought him into the cabin and removed the blood crystals from his body, which made the wounds on his body look even scarier.
"Don't use the cell repair serums or anything else yet. Use a gentle energy to help his blood flow and restore his body temperature to normal. "Emperor Han also walked into the cabin.
He thought of his daughter. It had been a while since he left her. He wondered how she was doing. Back then, she even said that she wanted to marry Tang Ling.
"I know," Elder Black said in a heavy voice.
"Liszt, hmph … Liszt …" Tang Long's voice was filled with hatred as he clenched his fists in a daze.
"From now on, the Stardust Council can only be enemies."
His words moved Elder Black and Emperor Han. Tang Long had never hated the Stardust Council, but because of Tang Ling's death, he said it out loud.
How sad was he? Why did he have to break away from the faction that he grew up in and nurtured him?
Elder Black started to use a gentle energy to comb through Tang Long's body.
It was not easy since Tang Long was still a quasi-Purple Moon Warrior. His brain was not connected yet, so he could not receive energy resonance from others, so Elder Black had to be careful.
However, while Elder Black was being extra careful, Tang Long started to cry.
"Wait for me, little brother. Let's go together. And Higan, let's go together …
"Wait for me. We have to live together at least for a few days. No matter … no matter where we are. "
"Tang Ling! How can you die?! "
**
The news of Tang Ling's death spread all over the world.
There were those who felt regret, those who were in pain, those who were sad, and those who were happy. A quasi-Purple Moon Warrior had stirred up the biggest storm in the world. It was an unprecedented glory that no one in the world would be able to achieve in the future.
However, Tang Ling did not care about the glory. If it was possible, he would live on.
When the boat fell into the crevice, Tang Ling had the same thought in his mind.
The dark crevice was filled with gushing water. It was like a huge waterfall.
The boat fell even faster and crashed into a rock that stuck out from the crevice. The tremendous impact crushed the rock instantly.
The crevice was much crueler than Tang Ling had imagined. There were no smooth cliffs on either side of the crevice. Instead, it was a dangerous place with all kinds of rocks and unknown objects.
Falling at such a high speed, as long as they crashed into something, they would die! I have to think of something!
Tang Ling hugged Higan tightly with one hand and struggled to twist his body. He tried his best to control the direction of his fall and also tried to resist the impact of the water.
With the help of the space, he was able to take items out at any time!
The Blood Bulrush Sword was in Tang Ling's hand. Although he was exhausted, he was not at his weakest because he had consumed a huge amount of energy liquid earlier. It was impossible for him to digest the energy liquid that quickly, so he could replenish his energy at any time.
However, his spirit was the only thing that mattered.
Tang Ling could not afford to be stingy anymore. A spirit potion appeared in his hand and he quickly put it in his mouth, bit it, and drank it.
The glass shards cut the corner of his mouth, but he could not care about it anymore. At least, his head felt a little better.
Precise Instinct came into play. It was the most useful at the moment because it allowed Tang Ling to perform the most effective actions with the least effort.
Using the Blood Bulrush Sword, Tang Ling kept stabbing and hitting all kinds of protruding objects to slow down his fall. It would be best if he could grab onto a protruding object at the right moment to stop himself from falling.
As for after that? He would have to think of something after that!
Tang Ling did not have the luxury of time to think about it. As it turned out, his method of slowing down was effective. His falling speed started to slow down and he could control his body better.
However, on the next protruding object, he saw a rather familiar person — Wu Qingzhu.
Wu Qingzhu's heart was dug out by Tang Ling and he was already dead. He fell down and hung on the protruding stone. His body was twisted and it seemed like he had been crushed into pieces.
Of course, Tang Ling did not have a good impression of Wu Mingzhu, but when he saw her from above, a trace of sympathy rose in his heart. This was not a good place for him to be buried, but if he was destined to fall to the bottom, maybe …
Although his falling speed had slowed down, it was still fast. Tang Ling did not have much time to think as he was already close to Wu Qingzhu's body. Almost instinctively, Tang Ling twisted his body and stabbed the Blood Bulrush Sword into the protruding stone. Using the short pause, he grabbed Wu Qingzhu's body and put it on his shoulder.
The situation was still difficult and the light was getting dimmer. Based on his Precise Instinct, Tang Ling knew that the dimness was not due to the deeper he fell, but something must have happened.
On top of that, the impact of the water flow had weakened, which was not normal. What was happening above?
Unfortunately, Tang Ling did not have the time to look up. It was a good thing!
With the reduced impact, he could control his falling speed better. After falling for a certain distance, Tang Ling could slowly use the Blood Bulrush Sword to stop himself.
Finally, after falling for less than a hundred meters, Tang Ling found a slightly bigger rock. He seized the opportunity and stabbed the Blood Bulrush Sword deep into the protruding stone.
It stopped!
Tang Ling did not have the time to be surprised. He quickly carried the unconscious Higan and placed her on the protruding stone. Then, he grabbed Wu Qingzhu's body and climbed up the protruding stone.
Huff! Tang Ling panted heavily. After he calmed down a little, he looked up. Since he had stopped, the first thing that popped into his mind was how to get up!
The big crack might look scary, but it was not that scary. That was what Tang Ling thought.
However, after he looked up, his expression changed.
He noticed two things.
The first matter made people despair, but the second matter was inconceivable.
The despairing thing was that the big crack was shrinking! When he fell in, the crack was 3.7 kilometers long and more than 300 meters wide.
Now, the crack was less than a kilometer long and less than a hundred meters wide.
No wonder the light started to dim and the impact of the water flow weakened. The crack was closing up!
The other unbelievable thing was that when he looked up at the sky through the crack, the sky was filled with stars!
This is impossible!
Tang Ling clearly remembered that he fell in before dawn. Regardless of whether it was a rainy day or a sunny day, it should be daytime. The sky was filled with stars, so it must be nighttime!
How many meters had he fallen? During the intense struggle, Tang Ling could not calculate, but with a glance, he was only 2047 meters down. Even if he purposely slowed himself down, he should not have fallen for a whole day, should he?
Could it be a spatial shift? Or was the timing messed up?
Tang Ling could not think about it anymore. His priority now was to get up! With that in mind, Tang Ling tried to stand up. The stone wall might be slippery, but he could barely stand on it.
His plan was to use the Blood Bulrush Sword as a climbing tool and quickly climb up!
However, when he reached the edge, he realized something even more unbelievable. The so-called cliff of the waterfall did not have a cliff at all. At the end of the stone wall was a thin membrane and behind the membrane was seawater!
What's going on? Tang Ling tried to stab the Blood Bulrush Sword into the membrane, but he realized that the membrane would bend and distort with force, but it would not break no matter how much force he used, even if he used fire.
The situation reminded Tang Ling of two places. One was the membrane that he encountered when he explored the temple, and the other was the place where the nirvana was fixed. The membrane seemed to be there too, but it was not fully formed.
If that was the case, Tang Ling could not break through!
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