Zhuge Yun's current feeling is simply indescribable in shock, and even any language description is weak.

The black substance, which had been in the form of sand grains a second ago, built a huge city in front of his eyes, and the mountain walls nearly a thousand meters high stood majestically, as if even the sky was obscured by shadows.

But he knew that what he had seen so far was only the tip of the iceberg of this great holy city, far from reaching one ten-thousandth of its true scale.

After standing like a chicken for nearly 30 seconds, Zhuge Yun remembered the voice in his mind that sounded like Adam's voice.

He didn't understand why his first reaction at such a time was to think of what the voice said, and everything he saw in front of him was the most worthy of his thoughts.

Like a guesser facing a huge mystery, what he wants most is not the answer given directly, but any clue that the puzzle reveals - even if it is just a small hint.

These hints are the normal sequence of thinking and reasoning with the complex and tortuous brain circuits of the human brain.

But the mystery that Zhuge Yun is facing at the moment is too large and complicated, and it has completely made him unable to calm down and think.

The question of time and space is no longer important to him, because as long as he closes his eyes, he can even feel that time is passing quickly.

This feeling is similar to the situation of the dark and deep starry sky above his head—every slight flicker of the distant starry sky represents the passage of hundreds of millions of years. It is the birth of a star that collapses violently, then returns from a strong explosion to nothingness, and then condenses into another star from nothingness......

If there is anything left of these processes, it may be that only consciousness remains.

Mankind once claimed to be the spirit of all things, the master of all the stars of the universe on earth, even as far as the eye could see.

But at this moment, in Zhuge Yun's heart, he felt that he was so small, so small that he couldn't even count as a speck of dust in the universe, and he didn't even have the value of existence at all.

Whoever cares about it will be safe when it comes!

Zhuge Yun thought like this, and looked at the black building rising from the ground, and any square brick on it had a mysterious secret that he couldn't reach.

He didn't want to think about it so much, it didn't matter what place it was, it didn't matter what era it was, even he didn't matter in front of these existences that hid countless secrets.

Importantly, he came.

As the voice said—there's nothing to think about when he's seen a lot of strange things, because he's standing right here.

He was going to stride in and see for himself what his connection to the unknown was or how insignificant he was.

As soon as he had the idea of entering those great holy cities, he felt a salty wind blowing in his face, and he knew that this smell was the smell of the sea breeze that he had known when he helped the fishermen carry those stinky fish and shrimp on the dock.

But in this vast desert, how can there be a sea breeze blowing?

Beside him was the rising yellow sand, and he floated, not very fast, and when he had risen to about 20 meters, he was a little frightened, afraid that the wind would disappear and slam him to the ground.

The next moment, the swirling air flow formed by the sand really disappeared, but the fall that had worried him did not happen.

Zhuge Yun saw that although there was still only yellow sand under his feet, those scenes were constantly changing, and the black giant wall in front of him was getting closer and closer to him.

The salty sea breeze carried him straight into the tall black walls.

Just when the collision was about to happen, he was indifferent, still insisting on keeping his eyes open - this is a kind of mind that is not afraid of death, and even he doesn't know where this courage comes from.

The sea breeze blew on the black wall, dispersing to both sides, and a thin ray of light seemed to cut through the wall, and then a rectangular light shone on the surface of the black wall.

It was as if an invisible door had opened there, and in the next second, Zhuge Yun found himself inside the black giant wall, and he came in.

The salty sea breeze was still there, blowing in a certain direction inside the Holy City, and it still carried his body.

Like a speck of dust or a feather, Zhuge Yun drifted with the waves, passing through countless rectangular sharp corners and obtuse angles, and these irregular geometric forms, like crystal clusters that had been magnified tens of thousands of times, swept in front of his eyes.

At this point, he couldn't tell the difference between up and down, and he felt like he was floating under his head and feet, because those spires, sometimes above his head, sometimes under his feet, sometimes up and down.

If a human pilot sees these scenes, he will definitely have a sense of familiarity, like sitting in the cockpit of an airplane, constantly tumbling upside down at an altitude of 10,000 meters, watching the earth and clouds turn upside down.

After passing through a large corridor of air with a pale blue glow, the wind that held him up finally stopped blowing.

The fear is no longer there, there is only the sight of being shocked by the powerful sensory stimulus.

In front of his eyes was a completely different spatial shape from before, and Zhuge Yun was surprised to find that it was a huge, irregularly shaped interior.

Without a moment of thought, he recognized the place.

Isn't that the space with Su Qingyu and Qi Lin in that dark crystal city, where they look up?

It's just that he's not looking at it from below, he's inside it. Countless pale blue lines converge here from all directions, so many that the scalp is tingling, and the thin lines intersect in space, flickering and disappearing, crisscrossing with a complex law that is difficult for humans to understand, and disappearing at a certain point.

There were also many partition walls around—all completely transparent, and Zhuge Yun wanted to reach out and touch those walls that he couldn't see but could feel.

Eventually, he didn't, because he found that the things seemed to be made of light, no different from touching air, and even had one of them in front of his eyes.

He saw something that appeared in mid-air like a ghost, and its disappearing form looked like a small jellyfish.

"Hum—"

A sound like an electric current surging rang out from all directions, faint, small, but regular.

Zhuge Yun immediately sensed that something must have been opened.

The pale blue lines began to thicken and brighten, and the whole space was slowly rendered brighter, but the light stopped brightening when he began to squint.

"Hmm, is this a light designed specifically for humans?" Zhuge Yun's brain was thinking quickly.

All the pale blue lines were condensed as if the fog had been condensed, forming a series of solidified partitions, and the surrounding scene changed again.

At this time, Zhuge Yun was presented in front of a different scene, dozens of seconds later, those constantly changing entities formed some small compartments, arranged in an orderly manner, with a complex structure, but there was no edge in sight.

The space feels a lot like a human library or something like that, only much larger and more complex.

The little jellyfish that were floating were gradually materializing, and this time he could look more closely, it was obviously some intelligent creature. Their appearance is hard to describe, like a combination of flattened spheres, and on the surface of the skin, there are tentacle-like limbs, some of them are five, some are four, and the tips of each tentacle have some smaller tentacles - those are their fingers.

"You're here—what shall I call you?" A voice sounded in Zhuge Yun's mind, making him tremble uncontrollably.