The splash of water penetrated the rising mist, Fang Yang's whole person sank directly to the bottom of the water, the cold and piercing feeling instantly submerged Fang Yang, from beginning to end, he did not completely faint, he always maintained a trace of calmness and sanity, because he knew that once he fainted, then he really couldn't wake up, and would sink to the bottom forever.

Only after the force of the fall had been offset by the surface of the water did Fang Yang exhale, although it was said that a lot of lake water had been poured in, at least there was a chance to breathe.

Fang Yang swam up with his hands and feet, like a large frog, every time he bounced, he used all his strength, because he felt that his hands and feet were gradually numb, and his strength was getting smaller and smaller.

Fang Yang was glad that he didn't panic during his fall, and chose a rare time to let himself fall into the water safely, otherwise, it would be impossible for him to swim up with his broken feet.

Fang Yang paddled with difficulty, he didn't know how many mouthfuls of lake water had been poured into his mouth, his mouth was filled with a sour taste, and there was a little rancid smell, he didn't have to think about it to know how many dry bones were buried at the bottom of this lake.

Fortunately, he didn't have to be a part of it anymore, because he saw the light on the other side, which was a little dim, but it was enough to give Fang Yang instructions.

As the icy lake water continued to stimulate his brain, the memories in Fang Yang's mind finally surfaced little by little.

This is a spirit-woven sandbox world, and Fang Yang entered such a sandbox world in the depths of the interstellar universe, that is, at a time node in the battlefield of all races.

Since this world is constructed by spiritual power, the power of flesh and blood does not apply here.

Moreover, the world is extremely polluted, the air is filled with countless heavy metal particles, layers of industrial mist are suspended above the sky, and the floating clouds in the sky are dyed gray.

Therefore, the aura, the tidal essence, and the energy of heaven and earth do not exist here, and they are extremely depleted.

This was also why when Fang Yang first landed in this universe, he didn't feel a single fluctuation of spiritual power, no matter how he communicated with the innate essence in his body, he felt like a stone sinking into the sea.

At first, Fang Yang thought that his cultivation had been deprived, and even his physical physique had been abolished, but as his memory awakened, he knew that this was because of the environmental limitations of this sandbox universe.

Of course, this kind of words is no different from the abolition of cultivation, the only difference is that it gives Fang Yang a little hope.

As for why he landed in this universe, his mind is still blank, and he has no way of knowing.

At this moment, the fragments of memory in his mind were incomplete and needed to be restored later.

Time quickly passed in a cold and piercing way, and Fang Yang was already about to arrive at the shore at this time.

At this time, he finally saw the scenery on the opposite shore, or how dilapidated the ruins were, in stark contrast to the high-rise metal buildings on the other side.

But despite the ruins, which are old, damp, and dilapidated, like a civilization that has fallen behind an era, it still has a lot of life.

Old neon signs hung all over the crooked streets, where coffin inns were located, and Fang Yang even saw the figures of people coming and going on the road, adding a lot of hope to the dilapidated ruins.

On the other hand, the huge and spectacular metal buildings on the other bank, although they give people a cold and serious beauty, the perfect streamlined wall structure, and the highly technological texture of the design, outline the city as a legendary utopia, but there is always a trace of life, just such a cold metal shell.

Fang Yang felt that the water level was getting lower and lower, and his feet could gradually touch the ground, which was the steps that spread from the shore towards the center of the lake.

Fang Yang stood up, and only then did he proudly peek into the whole picture of the city.

The snow-bright wharf is like an electronic stage, connected one after another, row upon row, and there are huge cubes floating on the lake, Fang Yang can see at a glance that it is an ecological building community used to absorb industrial dust, and countless huge cubes constitute an island, standing on the edge of the city.

At this time, it was also late at night, but the dock was still full of people.

It's just that these people are a little weird, everyone's faces look cold and resolute, and the outline is extremely deep, like an axe carving knife, but the facial features of the axe carving knife seem to be spliced together by pieces of metal.

Fang Yang even saw that the faces of some people also oozed a cold light from metal, and the most shocking thing was that most of the limbs and bones of most of them were replaced with brand new metal bodies, at least these metals Fang Yang had never seen before.

And the design is a bit rudimentary, the surface is just the most ordinary metal layer, and the bottom is a miniature circuit, and the metal body of this design cannot be an exoskeleton mecha, let alone a battle armor covered with equipment.

"Is it a machine?"

Fang Yang wondered in his heart, a little puzzled, among the ten thousand races in the universe, there was a race with such characteristics.

But it doesn't make sense to say that it is a mechanical race, although the people of the mechanical race look humanoid, but the body structure is completely composed of countless tiny life metal particles, and these people in front of them, although the vast majority of them are equipped with metal bodies, but the other remaining parts are undoubtedly flesh and blood.

A physical body made of flesh and metal, does such a race exist in the universe?

Fang Yang couldn't help but wonder, what kind of place was this? He rubbed his head vigorously, which was still a little tingling, and the cold and swollen feeling had not completely passed.

It's a pity that Fang Yang hasn't had any follow-up since a memory was stimulated, no matter how much he hits it.

As Fang Yang got closer and closer to the dock port, the water on his body splashed on the water, and those people in the port finally noticed him.

A scar-faced, half-metal man sat on the container with his feet crossed, turned his head when he heard the sound of water droplets, and sighed, "This is the poor child abandoned by the group of vampires in the group enterprise?"

"Poor boy, at least not garbage that fell from the sky. ”

A bare-headed, fierce man, his arms covered in tattoos, his feet made of two pieces of old, rusty metal, and a gun in his hand.

The gun is shiny silver, with excellent metallic texture, full of fluid aesthetics, and pieces of unknown alloy tissue wrap around the body, adding a mysterious and cool feeling to this gun.

In short, this gun is out of place with this and this group of people.

At this time, more and more people began to look at Fang Yang.

There is a charming young woman in black, smoking a cigarette in a variety of styles, a bewitching and seductive red lip is slightly opened, the smoke spreads in the air like ripples, and the fireworks are flickering and extinguishing, who would have thought that this bewitching red lips are actually composed of a piece of metal.

A tall and sturdy man also looked at Fang Yang with raised eyebrows at this time, as if he was worried about his situation.

There was also a man with the barrel of a huge weapon, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and the muzzle of Hessen's gun was already aimed at Fang Yang at this time.