Cthulhu America, I can see the kill line.

"The sons of the Red Dragon are indeed all Satan's lackeys!"

"Demon, you will burn in the fires of hell!"

The old believer's curses were hoarse and broken, like venom squeezed from the depths of a parched throat, spittle flying out with each vicious curse, as if he wanted to spit it all over Kong Jiu.

The two elderly believers, a man and a woman, were quite agitated. Perhaps they were furious after witnessing everyone disappear from the plane after making a deal with the devil, or perhaps they were enraged by the desecration of some deep-rooted, fanatical belief.

Amidst the curses, Kong Jiu sighed softly.

His desire to save people doesn't mean he'll indiscriminately show compassion.

Since these two were loyal to their god and their faith, Kong Jiu naturally wouldn't demand anything of them.

They have no salvation left to speak of; at least, their salvation is not given by Kongjiu.

"Pray that your God will take you both to heaven."

Kong Jiu sadly uttered these words and turned to walk towards the driver's seat.

"Bring up the bodies of the two captains and co-pilots. Dead people don't consume psionic energy."

Kong Jiu called to Mina and bent down to pull up the two frost-covered corpses.

The bizarre deaths of the two captains, the deliberate sabotage of the flight control panel, and the fact that the autopilot remained in flight all indicate something is highly unusual.

He needed to escape and save others, but he had to find out why the accident happened. Kong Jiu was such a meticulous person.

They dragged the corpses into the subspace. The rift behind them slowly closed, like a giant eye slowly shutting its eyes.

Just before the gap completely disappeared, Kong Jiu turned around and took one last look at the entire cabin, meeting the glares of the two stubborn old believers.

Silent, Kong Jiu shook his head and turned his gaze to the eight children and six adults.

These fourteen survivors, who did not have to sacrifice their souls to escape, will return to somewhere using their warp-traversing technology.

A dark, subspace sea of ​​stars unfolded around them, a sight beyond words.

The pale purple nebula, like mist and gauze, slowly rotated and flowed. In the distance, there were specks of starlight, but unlike the fixed stars in the real universe, they flickered, as if they were breathing.

In this surreal scene, the fourteen survivors had different expressions. Some were bewildered, their pupils dilated, unable to comprehend what was happening before them; some were terrified, clutching themselves tightly with their hands, their nails almost digging into their flesh; and others had numb faces, as if their souls had left their bodies, leaving only empty shells.

The children's sobs were low and persistent, like the whimpers of wounded animals, sounding particularly clear and jarring in the silent subspace.

"Don't panic, I'll take you away soon." Kong Jiu's voice was deliberately soft and gentle, as if he were comforting a frightened child.

After saying that, he bent down and sat down, even though they were all in a floating state in the subspace and there was no actual ground to stand on.

Kong Jiu closed his eyes, and his face gradually calmed down.

As usual, he began searching for his chosen anchor point, the subspace exit.

This time, however, the situation was far more distant and dangerous than ever before.

Kong Jiu concentrated his mind, drawing all his attention inward, converging it into a single point like a vortex.

He imagined the anchor points in his mind, the places he had visited and left his mark on.

In the realm of consciousness, anchor points should be like lighthouses in the darkness, oases in the desert, and buoys in the deep sea.

Kong Jiu tried to sketch its appearance in his mind: perhaps it was a specific coordinate, perhaps it was a unique energy frequency, perhaps it was a special spiritual imprint.

The subspace has no concept of time and space; this is indeed stated in the system skills.

But theoretical knowledge is one thing, and practical operation is another.

As his consciousness drifted through the subspace, fine beads of sweat appeared on Kong Jiu's forehead, and the blood vessels at his temples throbbed slightly, where blood flowed rapidly.

Can he really find the anchor point he once visited and set up at an altitude of 10,000 meters?

This question, like a cold, venomous snake, quietly slipped into the cracks of his mind.

Despite his efforts to suppress it, once the seed of doubt is planted, it will take root and sprout.

"Think about it, Kong Jiu, imagine it carefully..."

He silently recited each word in his mind, each word echoing repeatedly on the soundboard of his consciousness, trying to dispel the growing doubts.

Kong Jiu closed his eyes and concentrated, his posture like a meditating statue, only his slightly trembling eyelids revealing the intense activity within.

Thoughts wandered through the pale purple starry sea of ​​subspace, and one's consciousness seemed to have transformed into a submarine.

I was surrounded by shallow, bright, and familiar sea.

The pull of consciousness, like sunlight shining into the sea, though faint, forms slanted beams of light that cast dappled shadows on the "seawater" of thought.

But as consciousness drifts further and further away from itself, roaming in the deep subspace, it's like gradually diving from shallow waters into the true deep sea, with light being stripped away bit by bit, temperature dropping degree by degree, and pressure increasing level by level.

The light source turned pitch black, not the kind of black of night, but a more fundamental darkness that devoured all light.

The darkness had texture, weight, water pressure, and temperature, as cold as seawater.

Consciousness is like a submarine in the deep sea without lights or sonar, searching alone in complete darkness for an "anchor point" to return to reality.

The imagery was so intense that Kong Jiu even felt a sense of physical suffocation, as if he were truly in the deep sea.

Oxygen was forced out of the lungs, eardrums were under pressure, and the body began to tremble slightly. The mental strain manifested itself outwardly.

Kong Jiu gritted his teeth, letting his thoughts wander as far as possible, like a submarine releasing probe waves, circle after circle, layer after layer, pushing into the endless depths of darkness.

"I can do it, I can do it! The system is programmed to ignore spatial distance, so it will definitely find the anchor point to return to reality..."

He told himself this over and over again, like hammering a nail into the depths of his consciousness.

Kong Jiu firmly grasped his slowly diverging thoughts to prevent them from collapsing and to prevent himself from getting lost in this subspace deep sea where there is no time, no space, and no meaning.

Mina looked at Kong Jiu's ferocious face with worry, bent down, and took off her black silk gloves.

The emblem on his palm was revealed, and under the pale purple of the subspace, it seemed to have its own life, flowing slowly.

"Keep going, big boy, you can do it..."

Mina said in a low voice, as soft as a whisper.

She took Kong Jiu's hand and intertwined their fingers, which were adorned with the insignia.

The moment the two emblems touched, a crimson glow suddenly flared up, like the beating of a heart, rhythmically alternating between light and dark.

The abundant spiritual power within Mina began to gradually flow into Kong Jiu's body.

Mrs. Winchester stood not far away, taking in all of this.

Kong Jiu kept his eyes closed, still gritting his teeth and persevering.

Hold on!

The roar in his heart echoed deep within his consciousness, stirring up ripples that temporarily repelled the approaching nothingness.

Ignoring the stabbing pain in my head, I forced myself to ignore it, my consciousness gripping the fading spirit tightly, like iron clamps holding hot metal, refusing to let go even if it burned my skin.

Suddenly, a warm current flowed into his heart, strengthening his resolve. The faint light that was about to go out seemed to brighten and stabilize.

Who is helping me?

With the soothing effect of this spiritual energy, his consciousness spread further into the subspace, several times faster, several times stronger, and several times more determined than before.

The darkness seemed to thin out at that moment, and the resistance seemed to lessen.

Kong Jiu didn't know if it was an illusion or a psychological effect, but in any case, he seized the opportunity, like a drowning person grasping at a straw, holding on tightly and refusing to let go.

Finally, a glimmer of light!

The light was so distant, almost swallowed by the boundless darkness. But Kongjiu caught it, like a night voyage catching the flash of a lighthouse.

Consciousness raced rapidly, heading towards that faint light!

The faint light gradually expanded and brightened. As he got closer, Kong Jiu could feel that his mind became more relaxed and the stinging pain in his head subsided.

Until he stopped in front of that faint light.

A pale, round object radiating a soft light floated in the darkness of the subspace.

[Confronting a new, nascent god from a certain dimension, temporarily grants +30 Intelligence]

"Neo? Is that you?"