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Accompanied by the transition of the layers, Lin Yi personally perceived the magical changes of the Layer Boat between the layers and dinsions. In a constant reference fra, the Layer Boat itself seed not to have experienced any change, but with the overlay of dinsions, the Layer Boat’s voyage increasingly resembled the stretching of ultra-light clay on a board.
Part of it was left in the black sea, while the remaining part was stretched in the high-dinsional coordinate system, pulling but not breaking, maintaining a connection with the deck that cannot be asured by physical laws, yet unchanged, and continuously maintained.
This is the route of "return to the city", the howard path, and the coordinate.
However, it belongs to a kind of existence completely incomprehensible.
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The mont the Layer Boat sailed into the Grey Mist Sea, the surrounding light suddenly dimd.
The sky no longer held sun, moon, or stars, only endless darkness, with rely the old kerosene lamps on the Layer Boat and the glow of the domain, sustaining a faint pure land in this deathly silence.
A mont ago, the "Angel" waves were still incessantly rushing towards them, yet in the next mont, this entire world beca deathly silent—as if the whole world, all layers, had solidified and suffocated into such silence.
"I finally ca to the Grey Mist Sea again..." On the deck of the Layer Boat, Lin Yi looked at the place he once arrived at during Dream Building, gazed at a place he only reached in distant mories, and sighed softly.
Ink-like thick mist perated the entire world, rolling and sticky like living creatures; above the sky, it seed there were nurous layers, with thick and filthy things accumulating up there but not falling down, as if thick blankets, and the "light" hanging down from the gaps in the cloud layer was unknown.
The air was filled with the heavy scent of salt and rotten wood, and the whole world seed like a cold coffin.
At this mont, the voice of the Astrologer rang in everyone’s ears: "Don’t be careless, the ’Angel’ waves have approached!"
Before the words finished, cracks appeared one after another in this previously silent world.
These fissures appeared very bizarre, as if Lin Yi was seeing the world as a curtain, and at this mont, soone from outside the world cut openings with a sharp knife on the curtain...
From the openings, glows filled with transcendent breath hung down like benevolent raindrops, warming the entire Grey Mist Sea.
This warm and holy breath seed to dissipate all troubles and negative feelings, evoking thoughts of devotion.
Yet strong resistance arose in Lin Yi’s heart, and sure enough, under the seemingly sacred light, the once bleak Grey Mist Sea was stirred, like this sea area not only did not feel the gentle breath in the light but was frightened by it.
The dead sea seed afraid at this mont.
With the appearance of these lights, the entire world seed compressed, light golden breath tendrils twining, spreading contamination in the Grey Mist Sea.
The "Angel" waves targeted no one but laid out the contamination across the whole "present mont" world!
This is indeed an attack from high dinsions, like humans wanting to destroy a world within paper, using a pen to draw sothing deadly to the units in the drawing is simply laughable; directly kneading the paper into countless fragnts is the simplest and most brutal way.
This is indeed a map level maneuver.
With the onset of this world-destroying breath, the Astrologer yelled: "Not good, the ’Angel’ has locked onto us! It’s aiming to snipe us in the ’present mont Grey Mist Sea’!"
"Don’t panic, being sniped by the ’Angel’ has long been within our calculations!" Amon frantically operated the Secret Pattern Matrix, "...It can penetrate ti; the closer it gets to the ’Root,’ the greater its authority will be, and the arrival of this mont was only a matter of ti."
"Maybe in the future, it has already fought us, or maybe, we have always been fighting in other tis!"
Tian Bufan said: "That’s true, but encountering disaster now is not good for the execution of the subsequent plan! Our trump cards are limited, we must ensure Old Lin reaches the ’Root’! Can we directly use the Secret Pattern Cannon to hit it once, or forcibly break through here to reach the domain of ’Returning Ruins’?"
"Yes! Of course we can!" Amon responded decisively, "We can still manage the attacks at this layer depth! You guys hold on, I’ll hit it with the cannon first, and then break the blockade!"
"As for rushing directly to ’Returning Ruins’ over there, it won’t be possible."
Amon manipulated the Secret Pattern Matrix to start guiding the Secret Pattern Cannon to accumulate energy.
"Mao Feiyang, co over here!"
Upon hearing this, Mao Feiyang seed to sense sothing, quickly put down the Star Map Scroll, got up from the Watchtower, and hurried towards Amon’s location.
The Astrologer glanced in the direction Mao Feiyang had left, quickly withdrew his gaze, then said in a low voice: "Looks like the will of Amon won’t hold on much longer... I can hold on a bit more, what about you?"
Kuai Hongji’s eyes lowered slightly: "I’m okay, but we need to speed up the process."
The Astrologer looked at him deeply: "This isn’t an ’okay’ performance...let’s prepare for deep transition directly."
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