Survival for All: I can deconstruct projections and synthesize everything.

After walking for another half day, they finally passed through the outer perimeter of Fallen God Island and entered the core area.

The gray fog here is even thicker, to the point that you can hardly see your hand in front of your face.

The mist contained an extremely dense power of decay, which even Lin Xiao's miniature universe had to operate at full power to resist.

The number of skeleton guards has also become even more terrifying.

Seventh-tier skeleton guards are everywhere, and eighth-tier skeleton guards are also common.

Lin Xiao even sensed several eighth-tier peak auras lurking in the shadows, watching them.

But what Lin Xiao cared about most was not these skeleton guards.

Rather, it was a call emanating from the deepest part of Fallen God Island.

That call was exactly the same as the resonant power within Nelly's body.

It echoed over and over again, its sound carrying an indescribable emotion.

There is sadness, anger, resentment, and also a certain hope.

Lin Xiao's omniscient rules were operating at full power, attempting to capture the source of that call.

But each time, his consciousness would be repelled by some force.

That power was so strong that it inspired despair.

"What is that..." he murmured, a hint of seriousness flashing in his eyes.

Nelly stood beside him, her right hand pressed against her heart, her face as pale as paper.

"It's calling me..." she whispered, her voice trembling slightly.

"It's saying... hurry... time is running out..."

Nelly's voice was soft, yet it resounded like a thunderclap in Lin Xiao's heart.

Time is running out?

This is something he has heard countless times in the past few months.

From Zhuge Duo's mouth, from the King of Gold's mouth, and from the leaders of the various allied forces.

Everyone was telling him that time was running out.

But now, even that unknown being deep within Fallen God Island is saying the same thing.

This is definitely not a coincidence.

"What is it saying? Besides that time is running out, what else is it saying?" Lin Xiao asked, her voice tinged with urgency.

Nelly closed her eyes, fully activating her Luck Talent, and silver light flowed around her.

Her consciousness, following that resonant power, probed into the deepest part of Fallen God Island.

A moment later, she opened her eyes, a look of shock flashing across them.

"It says... it is the consciousness of this universe."

Lin Xiao's pupils suddenly contracted.

The consciousness of the universe?

He had never heard anything about this from the King of Gold or others.

Nelly continued, "It's saying that billions of years ago, a rift opened at the edge of the universe, and a vast amount of mist poured in from outside."

"And from the mist that surged in, a will was born, the so-called God of Mist."

"The God of Mist waged the fiercest battle against the consciousness of the universe in order to gain control of this universe."

"Because the cosmic consciousness was in the home field, it gained the upper hand in the battle and severely injured the God of Mist, forcing him into a deep sleep."

"But before the God of Mist fell into slumber, he released the Mist World, a world made of mist, which began to slowly devour the universe."

Lin Xiao frowned deeply, his omniscient rules operating at full power as he analyzed every word Nelly said.

This information largely matches the intelligence he had previously gathered from various channels.

But what Nelly said next made his heart sink to the bottom.

"Although the Cosmic Consciousness repelled the God of Mist, it was also severely injured."

"Moreover, as the misty world continues to devour the universe, the power of cosmic consciousness is becoming weaker and weaker."

"It cannot stop the expansion of the misty world; it can only watch helplessly as its own universe is gradually devoured."

"In despair, the cosmic consciousness unleashed its final power... and created the identity of the Survivor!"

Lin Xiao's breath hitched slightly.

Are the survivors... created by the cosmic consciousness?

Nelly continued, "The talents of those survivors are bestowed by the consciousness born from some planets in the universe."

"The consciousness of those planets stripped away their most primal power and transformed it into talents, which they bestowed upon the survivors."

"Metal, wood, water, fire, earth; wind, thunder, light, darkness; time, space; fate, cause and effect; destruction, creation; immortality, nothingness, etc.—all high-level or low-level talents originate from the consciousness of those planets."

Lin Xiao took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in her heart.

He finally understood why the survivors possessed such powerful talents, and why those talents could contend with the power of the Misty World.

Because those talents are themselves a power belonging to this universe.

It is the last weapon that the cosmic consciousness uses to fight against the God of Mist.

"And what about your innate talent for fortune?" Lin Xiao asked. "Which planet does your talent come from?"

Nelly was silent for a moment, then slowly spoke.

"My talent comes from a special planet."

"That planet was transformed from the Misty World."

Lin Xiao's eyes narrowed slightly.

A world of changing planets in the mist?

Nelly explained, "As the misty world devoured the universe, a portion of the mist was forcibly transformed by the cosmic consciousness into a planet."

"Although that planet is still essentially part of the mist, it has been transformed by the cosmic consciousness and has become part of the universe."

"And the consciousness born on that planet bestowed upon me its power: control over destiny."

"That's why I can squander my talent for luck in the Misty World."

"Because my power originates from the world of mist."

Lin Xiao fell silent.

He finally understood why Nelly's talent for fortune was so special, and why she thrived in the Misty World.

Because she herself is part of the misty world.

"Then that resonance within your body..." Lin Xiao asked.

Nelly nodded: "That's the power of the Misty World, resonating with the power within me."

"Deep within Fallen God Island, something is awakening the power within me."

She paused, a complex light flashing in her eyes.

"Perhaps that is where the god of mist slumbers."

"Of course, this is just my guess."

Lin Xiao clenched his fist tightly.

Where does the god of mist slumber?

Fallen God Island?

This information was so shocking that it momentarily short-circuited his brain.

But the omniscient rule gave him no chance to breathe. Countless pieces of information surged wildly in his consciousness, intertwining and corroborating each other, eventually converging into a clear clue.

Fallen God Island is where the God of Mist slumbers.

Those skeleton guards, that gray mist, that eerie power—all of these were the aura emanating from the sleeping God of Mist.

The anomalies on Fallen God Island, the resonance within Nelly's body, and the call of cosmic consciousness.

All of this points to the same fact.

The God of Mist is about to awaken.