Therefore, if you want to explore it, you need to slowly explore it yourself.

The real secret is not to tell others, but not to know yourself.

It takes a long time for the time to be hidden, and then it can gradually emerge.

In Wu Haoming's meditative state, some things that he ignored gradually emerged from the depths of his memory.

It was something he seemed to know, but he didn't know.

Something that I don't even know about what happened to me, what could it be?

Beads of sweat oozed from Wu Haoming's forehead, and his body trembled slightly.

In the depths of his memory, he floated within the black ocean.

Surrounded by the endless sea, the sky is gray.

The sea water has no buoyancy, and Wu Haoming swims hard to ensure that he will not sink into the depths of the sea.

It's a very tiring, very exhausting act.

The constant sliding water made Wu Haoming feel that his physical strength was rapidly draining.

But he had to do it, because if he slackened, his body would quickly sink into the water.

The temperature of the water is okay, not as cold as expected.

But this water is like a human hand, constantly pulling Wu Haoming down.

The air is very thin, and if you want to maintain the body's normal breathing needs, you need to breathe big, big breaths.

The tiredness of the body gradually increased, and even the consciousness began to gradually blur.

The speed of the hand and foot strokes gradually slowed down.

Wu Haoming felt a lightness under his feet, and as soon as his body sank, he fell into the water.

He tugged at his hands around him, trying to stabilize his falling body with something.

But there was black liquid all around, and he couldn't catch anything.

Black, all in front of you, endless black.

Breathing did not stop because of falling into the depths of the sea, but became much easier.

Can you breathe freely in the water?

Wu Haoming was a little surprised, but then he thought that this was not the real ocean now, but maybe in his memory.

He paddled the current, looked around,

The black color is not as intense as it is seen on the surface of the sea, but you can see a lot of things.

In this black ocean, there are no fish swimming, only some fluttering shadows.

The shadows seemed to be people, but they all seemed to have lost their life, and they were just floating, drifting with the current, and there was no sign of swimming at all.

Is it all dead? Is this a dead sea?

Wu Haoming didn't remember his memory, there was something like the Dead Sea.

And it was black, and there was a sea of countless corpses floating in it, which he had never seen before.

However, those shadows seemed to have some kind of magic, and Wu Haoming could actually feel that they were calling for him.

Do you have a sense with these corpses?

Wu Haoming swam towards one of the corpses, and as he got closer, the corpse's clothes and appearance gradually became clear.

But when he saw the appearance of this corpse, he was immediately stunned.

This...... The face of this corpse is actually himself!

Wu Haoming was startled, he used his hands and feet together, and withdrew a long distance, but he felt as if he had hit something.

When I turned my head, I saw another corpse, still my own face.

The corpses here are all themselves, and the corpses in such a black sea in their memories are actually themselves?

This kind of scene can not be described as not weird, it cannot be described as not terrifying.

Anyone who sees their corpse will probably be frightened.

And this black ocean is very abnormal.

In this kind of place that you don't know at all, it's strange to see this weird scene, and not be afraid.

Wu Haoming looked around in horror, the corpses floating with the current, and suddenly realized that there seemed to be something wrong with these corpses.

Their clothes, they seem to have seen and seen.

These clothes are worn by those I have seen, dead people.

The Prophet and many people on that planet wore this kind of garment.

Aren't Tar, the captain, and so many other lives lost before his eyes, all in this garment!

Dressed in the selves of those who had died, still floating in the black sea