From the end of the world

Chapter 515 Communication Across Time and Space
"Did you hear anything?"

I asked in a different way, but Youhun and Tanxiang just shook their heads. At the same time, the voice was still echoing in my ears. It was so faint at first that I almost thought it was an auditory hallucination, or a voice that I imagined.

As time went by, the voice that kept calling my name gradually became clearer, and I gradually became able to distinguish the details. It was a man's voice, and it sounded familiar, as if it was someone I knew.

Could this be some kind of doomsday weirdness?

I can easily relate to this. Even in the modern world, there are similar ghost stories, such as "If you hear someone familiar calling your name behind you while walking at night, don't respond, and don't look back." I believe that even people who are not interested in ghost story culture are familiar with them.

I immediately raised my guard and asked two people to be on guard. Without any reminder from me, Youhun had already taken out a knife and immediately took a defensive stance. This knife might be the tool he used to make a map of his arm scars.

Lian Tan Xiang also acquired the basic qualities that a novice survivor should have in a short period of time. Knowing nothing about the current situation, he adopted a vigilant attitude, keeping his eyes and ears open in all directions.

However, I then realized that the phenomenon happening to me did not seem to come from doomsday weirdness.

Just as my auditory hallucinations worsened and more abnormal complications appeared, I then developed visual hallucinations. In just a moment, I immediately realized that things were not as simple as I had imagined. Because in my field of vision, a gray mist appeared.

This is the gray mist of the virtual world.

Youhun and Tanxiang seemed to be unable to see the grey fog and each maintained a vigilant posture in different directions. Before I could say anything, the grey fog quickly became thicker and surrounded me in an instant.

The two figures seemed to have disappeared in the thick fog. Even if I reached out to grab them, I couldn't catch them at the place where they were originally. I seemed to be thrown into a world made purely of gray fog. The ups and downs, lefts and rights, fronts and backs were all monotonous gray scenery. This abnormal scene did not make me reflexively feel fear, because I had faced such things countless times in the past.

The scenery before my eyes seemed like a virtual world, and it seemed that as long as I kept moving forward, I would reach the familiar rock seat area.

However, this time, I did not come to this realm with my spirit. Looking at my body, I found that I was not in the form of a shadow, but came to this place similar to the virtual world with my own flesh.

Moreover, here, even if Xiaowan is not by my side, I seem to be able to use my power normally. A small ball of fire was summoned by me casually. The fact that I can use my power freely made me feel relieved for the time being.

The question is, why was I suddenly transferred to the virtual world? Is this really the virtual world? What is the connection between this phenomenon and the voice that called me just now?
Could it be that the virtual realm that Xuan Ming once destroyed has finally been repaired by the Lord of Divine Seal, and the Lord of Divine Seal is now going to summon us, the apostles of the virtual realm, to the virtual realm to announce this matter?
This speculation was quickly overturned by myself, because I can still sense the connection between myself and the fragment of the divine seal, and this connection is still distorted by the fire of clarification. If the virtual realm is repaired, this connection should also be repaired.

In addition, I can also feel that as long as I want to, I can use my strength to tear apart the gray mist around me at any time, or even destroy this gray area itself, and then break away from it. If it were the virtual realm of the Lord of the Divine Seal, it would definitely not be so fragile.

Or is it that some doomsday monster has read my memory and simulated the scene of the virtual world to do something to me? But with the power of the doomsday monster, can it really interfere with my consciousness to this extent?
Then, I realized a possibility. Although it was a bit outrageous, apart from the apocalypse, it seemed to be the only possibility.

As if in response to this speculation, the gray mist in front of him began to condense and thicken, just like absorbing water and clumping, the color gradually became deeper and took on a definite shape.

It was a dark human figure, distorted and flickering like a video screen with an unstable signal.

“Zhuang Cheng…Zhuang Cheng…!” He kept calling me, “…can…can you…can…can you hear me!?”

I finally recognized the voice and asked, "Is that Yuchi?"

The object that interfered with his consciousness from a distance was neither the Lord of the Divine Seal nor the Doomsday Monster, but Yuchi.

You know, Yuchi is in the modern world, how could he possibly contact me in the apocalyptic era? If it were someone else, they would definitely have this idea. And it just so happens that I really know that he has this ability, and this also fits the possibility I just thought of.

Yuchi once told me that as long as he continued to study the fragments of the God Seal, he could use the connection between the fragments of the God Seal held by each Void Realm Apostle to recreate the Void Realm, or locate other Void Realm Apostles and initiate a call with them. According to him, he could perfect this positioning and communication technology and put it into use in two months at the fastest and within this year at the slowest.

Even if the object is a small bowl in the doomsday era, he is confident that he can locate it and establish an information connection.

Could it be that this current phenomenon is the result of his technology?

In other words, during the short period of time that I was active in the apocalyptic era, at least two months had passed in the modern world?
No, the speed of time flow should not be compared between different eras. From my perspective in the future, the time period before I traveled through and the time period two months later should exist at the same time. Therefore, it is natural that I can receive this kind of contact on the "first day" of arriving in the apocalyptic era.

“...Cheng...Zhuang Cheng...can you hear me...?” Yuchi was still repeating what he had just said.

I raised my voice: "Yuchi, I'm here!"

"...I'm sorry...I don't understand clearly..." Yuchi seemed to be saying that he couldn't hear clearly, "...at the end of the world...?"

"Yes, I have come to the end of the world."

I tried my best to make out his words, and noticed that the gray mist around me was slowly fading.

The communication with Yuchi was obviously very unstable and could be disconnected at any time.

Seeing this, I decided to grasp the most crucial information and continued: "Can you please tell Ma Zao for me, tell her that I am not dead yet, I am in the doomsday era."

“…Sorry…I…can’t hear you clearly…” Yuchi seemed to be trying hard to communicate.

"Tell Ma Zao that I am at the end of the world."

I repeated the most important part, and then repeated this sentence over and over again. I don't know if my words were conveyed well. As the gray mist around us became thinner, the sound coming from his side became more and more vague and discontinuous. I guess the sound he heard from me was the same.

And then, Yuchi made a sound that I couldn't ignore intermittently: "...We...are destined to be..."

"What happened to Mingzhu?"

As I asked this question reflexively, I suddenly woke up and realized a very serious problem.

I was really dazzled by all the bizarre things in the doomsday era! I was so carried away that I almost forgot that I had a terrible mine in the modern world, which was the turbidity of life.

The reason why Mingzhu gave up knocking on the door to the afterlife by killing Ma Zao was not because he really gave up this idea, but because of the existence of my restraining force.

Once I die outside, it is easy to imagine what Mingzhu will do. This is not a pessimistic prediction, but a clear fact.

Although I am not truly dead at this moment, to the modern world, I am no different from being dead.

Given Ming Zhuo's cautious personality, even if I suddenly disappeared, he might not immediately attack Ma Zao. However, as time went on, when he was sure that I really would not return, he would inevitably reach out to Ma Zao again.

(End of this chapter)