Deep Sea Embers - Chapter 676

[Chapter 669: Yun Xingguang]

Among the many figures reflected by the single chaotic eye of the King of Pale Giants, there is an empty space left – is it a coincidence, or is it the intention of the ancient kings?

Duncan only knew that when he came to the side of the ship to carefully observe the huge one-eye, he happened to be standing in front of the empty seat – his figure was reflected there, and it was not until he could identify it from the turbid precipitated mist on the surface of the giant eye that he He didn’t realize this until he saw other indescribable figures.

This might really be just a coincidence – he wanted to tell himself this, but in the subspace, in front of the corpse of an ancient god, he did not believe in such a coincidence.

Duncan frowned, and then cautiously and slowly backed away, as if he was afraid of waking up something here.

The dead King of Pale Giants, and the figures of the kings reflected in the one eye – Duncan always felt as if these beings were watching him silently, watching every move he made, as if they were reflected in the long river of time. Cast a distant look.

In cautious and slow movements, he left the front of One Eye.

However, the next second, he saw his figure reappearing, quietly reflected in that eye again, reflected among the kings.

Duncan’s eyes widened slightly in an instant. He felt as if his heart suddenly stopped for half a beat, and then, an even more unprepared sight appeared: his figure

in the giant’s one eye was gradually changing.

The tall and majestic figure wearing a captain’s uniform and a gloomy three-cornered hat was shaking and changing, as if some illusion was fading. The figure quickly turned into another appearance – a figure wearing a white shirt and black trousers. He was wearing trousers, looked not very strong, and his face was so blurry that it was unrecognizable as a “human being”.

That is “Zhou Ming”.

Zhou Ming stood motionless on the deck, staring like a sculpture at the turbid giant eye only a few feet away from the side of the ship, staring at “himself” reflected in the giant eye.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally took a step forward and came to the giant eye again – through a layer of turbid mist condensed on the surface of his eyeballs, he stared at his blurry reflection and slowly stretched forward. Take action.

He knew he was taking a risk, and in this weird and dangerous subspace, he was making appalling attempts – but in the end, his fingers still touched the surface of the eyeball.

A feeling of “nothingness” came from his fingertips. In just a moment, Zhou Ming understood what Lucretia had told him before about the “nothingness” he felt when he touched the cylindrical black shadow at the border. Something happened.

He was pretty sure he had touched something, but he didn’t feel the temperature or hardness. An incomplete and weird “feeling” came from his fingertips, leaving him briefly stunned.

And in the next moment, Zhou Ming saw his own figure reflected in his eyeballs suddenly change – the “human” in the white shirt quickly collapsed like an unstable illusion, and every part of the color that made up the image was blinking. Time faded and disintegrated. As the color faded, countless stars and bits of light emerged from it!

A bright starlight replaced the quickly dissipating figure and spread around along the darkness. In the first second, they maintained the blurry and distorted human outline, but countless starlight seemed to overflow from the human outline. The surroundings continued to overflow, and the starry light covered the entire eyeball almost in the blink of an eye, and then continued to overflow and surge up – the starlight finally overflowed the eyeball and spread from the surface of the eyeball!

The stream of light touched Zhou Ming’s fingers. At the moment of “contact”, Zhou Ming heard a roar in his head!

It was countless loud noises superimposed on top of each other. It was the “tremor” produced when a massive amount of information was compressed into a single moment. It was a vast piece of data that was enough to explain the laws of the entire world. It was an entrance, a door, and hundreds of millions of people. In this eternal moment that was so short that it might only last one Planck time, Zhou Ming felt as if he was being torn apart. His consciousness was rising and falling in the roar, and he was struggling to find those things superimposed on each other. He felt as if he was about to understand the meaning of the roaring sounds, and many broken fragments rushed into his mind, roaring in his reason – “…We are human beings…We are standing at this

moment The end of all things.”

A voice said in the roar, in the countless fragments.

Zhou Ming’s eyes widened instantly.

“…We have almost understood all the mysteries…

“…the laws of the movement of stars…time and space, the rise and fall of information…

“Until we discover that the end of time is destruction…a thing beyond our cognitive model The event… occurred outside our universe…

“Moving forward in time is meaningless… In the finite model… the chance of undoing the event is zero… We decided to send #*#%￥@ in the reverse direction…” To…

“We…named…’Inverse Singularity’…In our calculations…after this event occurred, the length of the only complete fragment that can survive in all timelines is 0.002 seconds… “You are Zhou

Ming , you… The old calendar timestamp 2022-07-10-07-10-00-000… ends at 2022-07-10-07-10-00-002…

“Now it is 41765-12c-32-15b, Everything ends before our eyes.

“Good luck.

“Wish them good luck.

“Wish us…”

“Boom——”

Zhou Ming felt as if he suddenly stopped from an eternal fall, suddenly broke free from a stagnant moment, and countless superimposed roars With a distant and vague impression in his mind, his “human” rational part returned in an instant, and in this short and fragile rationality, he suddenly retreated. But those bright stars didn’t know

when has dissipated.

The starlight overflowing from the giant’s one eye has disappeared, and the reflection on the surface of the eyeball has also disappeared – not only the reflections of “Duncan”, “Zhou Ming”, and “Starlight Giant” disappeared, but also disappeared The figures that once stood in the darkness symbolized the ancient kings.

The “shadows” that have condensed for a hundred centuries in this eye seemed to have been “washed” away by something in the roar of that moment, leaving only a hazy turbidity representing death covering the eyeball. There is no more discernible information in it.

Obviously, this eyeball is just some kind of “information carrier”, and now with a strong release and flushing of information, everything condensed on its surface has been cleared away.

The surroundings became quiet, there was no more noise or roar, the subspace seemed to have returned to eternal stagnation, and everything on the broken deck of the Lost Home was completely silent.

However, the broken “fragments” that swarmed out of the roar just now are still hovering in Zhou Ming’s consciousness, like a continuous hurricane, roaring through his reason and thinking again and again – this It took a long time for the “hurricane” to gradually calm down and turn into a profound impression and memory, which will remain in his mind forever.

Zhou Ming took a few steps back, raised his hand and pressed it on his forehead. He panted, and his violently beating heart gradually calmed down.

The ability to think returned to him.

Zhou Ming stood in the chaos and darkness of the subspace for a long time, letting the meaningless time here slowly pass by. He thought in this eternal silence, thinking continuously, until an unknown amount of time passed, and his figure Only then did he take action again.

He raised his head and looked into the darkness in the distance.

The boundless subspace swallowed his gaze.

There should be countless secrets hidden in that boundless darkness – but he was tired.

That “roar” almost exhausted his energy, and he had no energy left to control the ghost ship to challenge the endless darkness.

“…It’s time to go back.”

Zhou Ming muttered softly, and at the same time he took steps and slowly came to the door of the captain’s room – he still remembered the way to return to the real world from subspace, as long as he pushed away the “lost homeland” from here. You can enter another dark space by opening the door, and then open the door again from the dark space to return to the real dimension.

When he put his hand on the handle of the “Homeless Door”, he stopped, and then looked back at the boundless chaos behind him.

He knew that he would come back sooner or later.

Without any further hesitation, he quickly and smoothly completed the return operation of “opening the door twice”.

When the familiar sound of the waves reached his ears again, and the salty and cool night breeze blew across his cheeks, Duncan felt that his heart finally settled down again – he returned to the familiar real world.

Looking up, the cold brilliance of the Creation of the World is shining from high altitude to the sea. The faint golden sunlight spreading from the distant sea is intertwined with the clear brilliance in the sky, outlining the unique, strange but charming scenery near Qingfeng Port. night view.

A slight creaking sound was mixed with the sound of the waves nearby, and the friction sound of the cables on the mast being automatically adjusted.

Everything experienced in the subspace is like a bizarre dream.

Duncan shook his head, knowing that of course it was not a dream – it was crucial intelligence, even the “truth” pointing to his own nature.

But he could only put these disturbing thoughts to the back of his mind for the time being – because too much key information was missing, and he could not draw any conclusions from his current random thoughts.

The voice from the captain’s cabin came from the other side of the door, it was his familiar “first mate”.

“…I’ve finished talking about the customs and customs of the northern seas. Let me tell you about the central seas. I am an experienced sailor. The city-states of the central seas…” A smile appeared on his face involuntarily, and Duncan felt his heart relax again

. After a while, he took a deep breath and opened the door to the captain’s cabin.

On the edge of the navigation table, the goat head that was chatting with another head immediately stopped and turned to look at the captain standing at the door.

“Duncan Abnomar.” Duncan said casually before the guy could ask a question.

The goat head was startled for a moment, and his tone became cheerful: “Ah! The captain is back!”

(End of this chapter)