Nebula grimaced and didn't reply. She clutched the sides of the book with both hands. The two sides are at a stalemate.

Ultramarine's instincts told her that the book must have extraordinary value. Either it's her weakness, or it's ...... can be her weakness.

Fortunately, Chonglin understood what she meant and helped. Otherwise, she might not have been able to do this on her own.

But what to do next? The other party will never let go easily, but he finally grasped this opportunity......

While still confronting, a hand was placed on Nebula's shoulder.

The strength of her hand did not relax in the slightest, and her sharp eyes shifted to it.

Tao Zuozi put his face together and pulled out a horrible smile. That smile was like a shattered surface of ice, a cracked earth, or a fabric cut with a sharp object, full of stiff tearing.

"Do you think you're the only one who can trample on people's hearts?"

The voice was as terrifying as the smile. His eyes turned purple as the Guardians.

Such as wisteria, amethyst, like all the mysterious and charming purple things in the world.

In an instant, the terrible screams were deafening.

This is more likely to be the high-pitched roar of a non-human creature than a human scream, or the screeching of an inanimate object - it is hardly a human sound.

And this voice has no source, it seems to be broadcast in everyone's eardrums, etched in their minds, or in some vulnerable place in their hearts.

At the same time, a nameless sadness flooded from the bottom of their hearts. It's like you're standing in front of a giant aquarium and the glass is shattered, and the water is rushing towards you with glass debris.

No one knows whether this is infected by external emotions or triggered by some kind of internal resonance. They just think it's noisy and feel ...... Very sad.

Because of the sacrifice of several companions, everyone's strength was strengthened - this is the principle of conservation of energy in the World Tower.

As a result, Tao Zuo reactivated his power.

On the second layer, he experimented with the Time Keepers, but it didn't have much effect. On the one hand, it may be because the strength is not strong enough, and on the other hand, it is also related to the psychological quality of the guardian.

Nebula seems to be a very powerful woman—so presumably her activated emotions must be accompanied by an unbearable memory.

The scream exacerbated the dome's disintegration.

But by this time, Ultramarine's eyes had turned black back. She couldn't snatch the book either, and in that moment, the Guardian snatched it back.

She and Tao Zuoci looked at each other, and after staggering their eyes, no one saw the nebula.

"Look there......"

Konai pointed to the white platform in the center. The shadow of a woman appears on the spiral staircase. As the dome shattered, black shadows gradually loomed over the steps, dimming the pillar-shaped platform as if it were faded.

Nebula walked slowly and faltered. She is like a baby who has just learned to walk, and like a centenarian, burning the last days of her life bit by bit.

Such as a match that is about to burn out, a dead leaf that is about to fall, and a cicada that is beginning to enter autumn.

One of her feet was shattered and vanished, but she didn't stop, just kept climbing.

The pace is so slow, yet so determined.

Why is it going this way?

And, what exactly did she go through?

Many people looked at her, and then looked at Tao Zuozi. He has the power to awaken the most fearful, vulnerable, and unbearable memories in the depths of the human heart, and infinitely amplify these negative emotions.

But as for what it was, he didn't know. Looking at his slightly surprised expression, he probably didn't expect such an effect.

An impregnable fortress, breached from within.

Just as she did to them in the first place.

The whole space was like a crystal ball that had been shattered. When I looked up, there was only an endless black patch of black above, with a few remnants of the dome at the edges. Frost Que's figure melted into the darkness, almost out of sight.

"You stupid things. ”

Nebula cursed, and some of her calves vanished, only to be a third of the way up the stairs. Curling purple smoke spilled out of the sections of the limbs, and the shattered debris fell on the steps walked, slowly disappearing.

"Pursue the truth, pursue freedom, and you will get what you want. ”

As she spoke, she suddenly lost her balance and fell forward. Her hands were on the steps, struggling to move upwards. Even so, she clung to the black book with a cracked cover.

It should have been such an embarrassing and unbearable picture, but for some reason, none of them could find a reason to laugh at it - and even had an inexplicable sense of awe. What's more, that unknown sadness still lingers.

"Nebula...... Madame......"

Chonglin stared at her, some memories vaguely flashed in his mind that he had read a long time ago.

"Do you think I'm afraid of death? No. We pray for death as much as we pray for salvation. ”

No one understood what that meant.

They just looked at her in silence. It's like looking at a rising moon, or a blazing flag.

This is their enemy, an enemy who has kept them captive in their dreams for an unknown amount of time.

Everyone has some questions in their hearts to a greater or lesser extent, and the main one is the reason why she does it. If the goal is to defeat herself, just let everyone kill each other at the beginning of the sixth layer, or brainwash everyone and make people choose to self-destruct - with her ability, she can definitely do it.

But she didn't.

She just created a pastoral, an Eden.

Because she is well-intentioned? Or maybe not.

No one asks these questions, and even if they do, she won't answer them. And she may not be able to answer in the future.

It's like a history book, which records everything in the past one by one. Thousands of merits and demerits, only for posterity to comment.

When she reached the top of the platform, her tiny figure stood straight under the huge astronomical telescope.

Holding the deeply cracked book in her hand, she looked at it carefully, gently rubbing the uneven cover. She held out her hand, and the groove in the center of the cover ripped open a little.

"As a director, I'm still not qualified. She was talking to herself, as if she were answering someone.

Then, she made an amazing move - shoved her fingers into her eye sockets.

The spectators felt a tingling.

Nebula pulled out his right eye, and the connected blood was torn off.

Then, she inserted her eyeball into the furrow on the cover of the book.

She stared into her own with the only remaining eye, the other hollow eye socket still dripping with blood, the crimson blood staining into a purple liquid that dissipated.

"What if, I implant a terrible thought in one of you...... Or just copy my personality, isn't it interesting to happen?"

Nebula stretched out the index finger of his right hand and streaked a purple trail through the air, as if preparing to depict something.

These words made everyone present feel creepy.

"But...... Never mind. ”

Holding the book in her left hand, she spread her arms as if embracing the empty night sky.

Then take a leap.

A series of crazy moves left the spectators jaw-dropping. She wasn't falling slowly, but not so fast, as if she were left with a shell, fluttering.

She is like a shooting star, leaving a wonderful trail.

"Give it to ......"

The face with a hole came down head-on, and it was terrifying.

She reached out and slapped the book on Chonglin's hand.

The next moment, from her face to her outstretched fingertips, she was completely torn into glassy pieces by air resistance. The shards turned into silver star shavings, which gradually became transparent along with the trail.

Only that book has not disappeared.

Being stared at by the purple eyes on the cover, Chonglin felt very uncomfortable. People were staring at him warily, and he was a little nervous.

But for now, it seems that Nebula has not reconstructed his memory.

Who ...... handed it over? Those unfinished words are confusing. But it is not difficult to guess that apart from them and the guide, there is only one person who can meet.

That's the Guardian of the Seventh Layer.

The last guardian of the power of destiny.

Driven by curiosity, Chonglin turned the first page of the note, and everyone suddenly came up.

Unexpected, reasonable.

The book was blank.

As with the first layer, everything that could serve as a carrier of information disappeared with the death of the Guardian.

And so, Nebula's emotions, the screams, and all the explanations for what she had done, were no longer known.

Chonglin didn't understand that she was indeed capable of doing what she had envisioned before she died, but she didn't act. Was it because his memories had been altered, or was there no longer enough strength left for her to do such a thing?

He felt that none of these reasons were appropriate. Is she really well-intentioned? Probably not.

The intentions of the spiritual guardians, he had no way to determine.

Someone let out a lament.

The moment the pages were turned back, the majestic memory smashed into Chonglin's mind like a heavy blow.

It's hard for him to describe the feeling, it's more painful than receiving anyone's messages before. Disasters of magnitude, such as volcanoes, typhoons, thunderstorms, and tsunamis, swept through his own mind with a very small scope and a considerable force.

I can't see the past, I can't see the future, only the boundless depression in front of me.

He seemed to be temporarily blind, and his breathing method was somewhat out of order. He could hear his name being called, but it grew quieter and quieter until he could no longer hear him.

Dizziness, chest tightness, nausea, muscle aches, weakness in the limbs.

At the same time, a suffocating wave of negative emotions choked his throat.

Majestic anxiety, vast sorrow, magnificent remorse, surging sadness.

The humming sound was incessant, like the constant chirping of a death knell. Neither disappears nor stops.

This heavy memory is accompanied by the pain of breaking through the peak that does not match it.

The pain is unbearable.

- Phantom · Fin -