strictlysupreme Chapter 616 (Abnormal!)
Chapter 616 (Abnormal!)
The rest of the words were stuck in his throat. Zhuanxu's words "igniting the fire" and "foreign gods" were like two keys that instantly opened a deliberately sealed corner deep in his consciousness!
In the vast flow of information inherited from the Fuxi Throne, a fragment marked as "forbidden and redundant" was suddenly unlocked.
It wasn't a clear picture, but a feeling.
A feeling of being outside the cold, dead, and absolutely empty "tank wall," overlooking a miniature galaxy in a giant "petri dish"... a sense of detachment.
And outside that absolutely empty "vats," a larger, colder presence seemed to cast a vague "sight." The moment its gaze swept across, a faint yet remarkably tenacious "spark" suddenly lit up in a corner of the petri dish!
"The fire..." Qi Mo's voice was dry and hoarse, filled with disbelief and fear, "It's lit outside the 'tank'?! Su Mohui...she's not in it anymore?!" This realization made his scalp tingle even more than the husky demolition team just now.
"To be precise, her consciousness has temporarily jumped out of the fish tank of the 'Heavenly Realm'." Zhuanxu's voice was still calm, as if he was telling an old friend that the weather was nice today.
With a flick of his finger, a few slowly drifting dandelion seeds were drawn by an invisible force and landed in a stoneware teacup he had conjured up at some point, creating barely perceptible ripples in the water. "Like these... hitchhiking 'stowaways'."
"What?!" Yu Wenjin finally managed to push the largest piece of the star disk back into place. Hearing this, her hands trembled, and she almost broke it off again. "She...jumped out of the jar?! And took the fire with her?! What is she now? A homeless person outside the jar? The kind with the fire?!"
The information was too confusing! He felt like the universe view in his Zhulong inheritance was also undergoing a husky-like demolition and reconstruction!
"Not really wandering." Zhuanxu took a sip of dandelion tea and cast his gaze into the depths of the star map that had been reactivated on the Xuanji Platform. There, the image representing the wasteland of the second continent was being rapidly covered by an ominous dark golden "paint"—
"She just...burned a viewing hole in the 'tank wall.' Incidentally, she pissed off some cleaner who tried to 'paint' the tank."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a movement on the Xuanji stage -
Deep in the wilderness of the second continent, a dark golden "paint" area suddenly appeared, and then began to boil wildly.
An enormous roller brush head phantom made of pure dark gold viscous liquid, like an enraged Slime King, suddenly rose from the "paint" ocean!
The countless fine bristles on the roller squirmed and stretched frantically, transforming into billions of sharp tentacles flowing with dark gold liquid! A cold, mechanical, emotionless will came from the void of the universe. It seemed... was it the key to the door that Zhuanxu had just casually thrown in?
When the will landed on the star map on the Xuanji platform, it condensed into a line of small characters:
[Abnormal fire detected....locate...erase...execute...(abnormal!) (reload!)]
"No way!" Yu Wenjin looked at the already faint light on the star disk that represented Su Mohui. The moment the dark golden will swept over it, it flickered wildly like a candle in a strong wind, almost extinguishing it completely! "It's locked onto Su Mohui! That golden lacquer bucket is going to kill her!"
Qi Mo's face turned pale, and the golden light of Fuxi's throne surged again: "Zhuanxu! Can you interfere?!"
Zhuanxu put down his teacup and looked at the dandelion seeds floating at the bottom of the cup. He shook his head slightly: "The laws of nature within the 'jar' cannot control the painting of the walls outside. Besides..."
He raised his hand and pointed to the edge of the star map, the area that had been barely reinforced by the Fuxi Divine Throne and the space crack left by the dog-headed phantom's bite. "Our family's 'wall' has not been repaired yet."
Deep within the jagged cracks of space, amidst the dark, seething turbulence, a few faint but strangely familiar white lights, like fireflies trapped in a storm, were bobbing up and down, flickering with the turbulence.
That was the signature power belonging to Su Mohui that had been swept up in the dog-head's violent energy!
Even stranger, next to one of the dots of white light, there was a tiny piece of... glowing dandelion fluff? It was as if the two had been inexplicably "welded" together in the chaos.
"Is that... Su Mohui's power fragment? And the dandelion?" Yu Wenjin felt her logic crack again. "How did they get mixed up in the spatial rift?!"
The absurd conjecture that Zhan Qing's consciousness might be "stuck on the dog's paw" flashed through Qi Mo's mind, and an even more absurd, but strangely self-consistent idea popped up at this moment!
"It's the 'Gate'! It's the chaotic rules left behind by the previous Husky 'Gate'! Zhan Qing's disturbed consciousness, coupled with the dimensional characteristics of the Gate Key, and Su Mohui's mark... at the moment of space tearing, a kind of... chaotic adhesive effect was created?"
"The fragments of Su Mohui's power, the dandelion seeds, or rather the information carried by the seeds, and perhaps even a trace of Zhanqing's remnants... like the fragments leaking out of a hole in a garbage bag, all stuck to the 'rough edge' of the spatial crack!"
Finally, a faint, almost helpless emotion flashed across Zhuanxu's eyes: "...The summary... is very lifelike. So," he looked at Qi Mo and Yu Wenjin, his tone carrying a calm condemnation of "You guys made this mess yourselves":
"Repair the spatial cracks, recycle these 'bits and pieces', and by the way, stop that bucket of 'gold paint' outside from obscuring our 'observation hole', which also includes Su Mohui and the 'fire' - prioritize them yourselves."
As soon as he finished speaking——
hum! ! !
Outside the second continent, in the area covered with dark gold "paint", the huge roller brush phantom has completely condensed into shape!
Its "brush head" composed of billions of dark gold tentacles ignored the spatial distance. Like a destructive javelin thrown by God, it carried the cold will to wipe out everything, and "stabbed" fiercely towards the position of Su Mohui's wildly flashing and extinguished light on the star map!
Even if we have to pierce the "wall" of the cylinder, we must crush the spark!
"Priority bullshit!" Qi Mo and Yu Wenjin cursed in unison!
The golden light of the Fuxi Divine Throne and the crimson flames of the Candle Dragon instantly intertwined and rose! The target—the spatial crack on the Xuanji Terrace star map, where white light and dandelion fluff were floating!
First, rescue the people! Then repair the wall! Finally...screw that gold paint bucket!