It was as deep as the endless Black Abyss. There was not a single trace of light in the dead darkness. Not even the tiniest material molecules could survive. It was a void and annihilation that no life had ever peeped into!
A weird gap was opened without a sound, and the noises were shivering. For the first time, ripples were echoing in the void. Countless black tentacles extended out of the gap, like crazily rolling ink that had seeped into the dark night. There was an uncanny "harmony" that was unimaginable.
"The original broodmother was originally born in the darkness of the void. In ancient times, it had always been there, peeping behind the annihilation and isolation, peeping into the untouchable worlds. Until one fateful encounter, a world that was about to wither tore open the entrance to the Black Abyss in despair. Only then did the broodmother leave the boring loneliness and shroud the worlds, creating new life and destruction!"
The sound waves rippled in the void. That was the air of the material world pouring into the void. It was like the air everywhere was swallowed into a vacuum bag by a whale. A terrifying hurricane broke the long silence.
"Unfortunately, opening the crack of the Black Abyss did not bring miracles and hope. Instead, it brought a hungry stomach that had endured the torment of time. What was released from the Black Abyss was even more terrifying than the demons." Yarlin almost did not need to think to guess the subsequent outcome.
"… After devouring the world crazily and absorbing the last trace of nutrients, the broodmother began to grow rapidly. Its huge projection began to shroud other worlds. Until the original broodmother was destroyed, the few remaining secondary broodmother shrank into seeds, passed through the crack of the collapse of the universe, and fell to other worlds."
Yarlin stood outside the door, watching the black tentacles crazily rushing into the Black Abyss. It was like watching a wandering child returning to the embrace of its mother. A faint call appeared in his heart. It was like the feeling of blood flowing through his heart.
In essence, he was now the seed of the secondary broodmother before the death of the original broodmother merged with him. He was the new broodmother, or perhaps the last surviving seed. He was the projection and solidification of the broodmother, the last glory and hope of the broodmother. And this lonely and dead Black Abyss was the place where "he" was born and bred.
Or perhaps, there was another explanation. It was because of the broodmother that everything here was heading towards annihilation and nothingness. Because the eternal darkness, silence, and despair were the source of the broodmother.
Of course, the current Astu and Arlen were still a world's worth of difference from the original broodmother's power. However … compared to the original broodmother's terrifying insanity, the successor clearly knew how to be 'complacent' and rational. Furthermore, compared to the original broodmother's high profile ability to cast a shadow over an entire world, what Arlen and Astu held was only an insignificant 'door'.
A "door"!
Yarlin stood behind the door. He saw the terrifying ripples behind the door. Countless black tentacles were chasing the ripples of the storm and washing the barrier of nothingness. It was like a blurry shadow floating on a huge and vast black membrane.
The wind that poured into nothingness, following the characteristics of matter, was attracted by the penetrating magnetic field of the world. It condensed and wandered on the spots of the black membrane like there were always some uneven black threads on a large black curtain. The places where the messy threads condensed were like strange coordinates, positioning the worlds hidden behind the black membrane.
Those blurry and indistinct shadows were the shadows of the world. They were like the thick shadows of egg liquid on the eggshell under the glaring sunlight.
Yarlin could even imagine that the original broodmother was also wandering behind those shadows, staring at those worlds with greedy eyes. In addition to the saliva dripping from its bloody mouth, there were also angry and violent roars.
It was not difficult to understand the "gluttony" of the original broodmother after she escaped from the cage. However, Yarlin and Astu would not be so impatient.
On the one hand, the wisdom and caution of human beings made Yarlin understand that eating slowly was good for digestion. On the other hand, the lesson engraved in the soul of blood and tears also made Astu realize patience and rationality.
For this reason, in the decadence of time, Astu had already stripped the useless emotions from himself. Those violent, cold, crazy, and bloodthirsty feelings were broken into countless fragments and given to the creatures he transformed.
"Choose one!"
Astu said.
Anyway, they were all blurry shadows. With the broodmother's ability at the moment, she could only connect with a "shadow" and choose to infiltrate. Yarlin and Astu were one. He was very clear about what the broodmother could do at the moment.
Although the shadows of the black membrane were not clear, the size of the outline was still faintly visible. Yarlin narrowed his eyes and thought for a moment. He reached out and pointed at a shadow that seemed to have a moderate "outline".
Suddenly, there was a sound.
The nothingness returned to darkness. The next moment, the door was quickly pulled over and strangely attached to the "shadow". Yarlin saw that the whole "door" suddenly melted. At the same time, a door appeared above the shadow. The dark door frame, which was five meters high and three meters wide, solidified at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The door fell into the shadow, and the shadow wrapped around the door frame. A tall black door appeared in front of Yarlin. He reached out and touched it. The coldness that seeped into the bone was transmitted through the door as if his soul was going to be frozen and shattered in an instant.
He had no doubt that if it was not because his soul was integrated with the broodmother's, but any other life, the whole soul would have collapsed and dissipated at the moment of contact.
On the door, a strange pattern quietly emerged and intertwined with the whole door. Yarlin's eyes narrowed into a slit. He saw that the pattern on the door strangely condensed into … a tree.
Towering, majestic, strange, and terrifying tree. The strangely shaped branches swayed. From a distance, it looked like a huge monster, swinging the tail behind its buttocks.
"What does this mean?"
There was no such design on the door. There was only a round hole the size of a finger in the middle of the door. It looked like a peephole on a burglar's door. Ya Erlin moved his eyes closer to the hole, but he couldn't see anything. There was only darkness.
"This pattern is a hint of the world behind it!" Astu replied faintly.
Yarlin frowned and thought for a moment. He gave up the futile thinking. Instead, he put his hand on the door and pushed it forward …
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