Ling Chuan did not notice the changes in everyone's expressions.

He continued, "After Steve died, it was like a plague spreading; everyone else began to be eroded by time. Some became younger, some became older, and the rate of erosion accelerated."

"First, Su Qi aged and died. When she aged and died, An Lan turned into a child. After he turned into a child, his mental strength began to decline and he could no longer resist the mental pollution in the mist."

"Although Lu Ning was constantly helping An Lan absorb the mental pollution, as An Lan's strength weakened, he eventually fell ill in an instant, and Lu Ning was no longer able to absorb the pollution in his body. In the end, An Lan was frozen by Aishalin."

"Then there's Jerry, Ayaror, and finally the powerful Aisalyn, Osiris, and Yann, these three saints... They are stronger and can last longer."

An Lan, who had been listening quietly, frowned and asked, "If Lu Ning won't tell, what about you? Your strength is also at the ninth level. You can't possibly last longer than Ya En and the other two, can you?"

Everyone was also puzzled by this, looking at Ling Chuan.

Ling Chuan's expression twisted slightly as he laughed, "I don't know either. I was corrupted very slowly. I was only corrupted after Lady Aisalind died. To be honest, I'd rather be the first to die so I wouldn't have to endure the torment that followed."

Everyone fell silent.

Lu Ning asked, "What about me? Will I die of old age, or will I become younger and die?"

To be honest, Lu Ning was very curious about how he died.

He personally felt that he shouldn't die.

He couldn't even imagine what his death would be like.

Upon hearing Lu Ning's words, Ling Chuan's expression turned somewhat strange. He looked at Lu Ning and said, "I don't know."

Everyone was taken aback.

"have no idea?"

Ling Chuan nodded: "I don't know."

He looked at Lu Ning with a strange expression, then pointed to his head and laughed, "Hahaha, I don't know. In my memory, even after I started to be corrupted, and even after the most powerful Yann turned into a child and became diseased, Lu Ning, you are still exactly the same as before, without any change whatsoever."

Lu Ning raised an eyebrow: "Then why did you say I was dead?"

Ling Chuan laughed and said, "Some people say you're dead..."

When he said this, Ling Chuan suddenly paused.

The others were also stunned.

Is anyone there?

Who is it?

Everyone stared silently at Ling Chuan. After a moment of frozen expression, Ling Chuan burst into laughter: "Hahaha, why would anyone tell me Lu Ning is dead? How exactly did Lu Ning die? I can't remember! I can't remember, hahaha! Who told me Lu Ning is dead??"

Ling Chuan clutched his head and frantically pounded it with his thin arms.

Lu Ning reached out and grabbed his hand, absorbing a wisp of white mist from his body.

Just now, the white mist inside Ling Chuan's body increased rapidly, indicating that he was about to develop a disease.

After being absorbed by the mental pollution, Ling Chuan calmed down.

A hint of recollection flickered in his cloudy eyes, and he said, "I remember... Lu Ning suddenly disappeared."

"Disappeared?" Steve was puzzled.

Lu Ning pondered, "Did it disappear like an illusion?"

Ling Chuan paused for a moment, then nodded and said, "It looks somewhat similar."

The group exchanged glances.

This reminded them of those illusory figures.

An Lan asked, "And what about when we die?"

Ling Chuan thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "It doesn't seem like it. Your deaths were very real, not like phantoms. But Lu Ning's is like it."

An Lan frowned, and after thinking for a moment, he said, "Lu Ning disappeared somewhat like a phantom. Normally, we are no different from Lu Ning. The difference in death probably lies with Lu Ning."

Lu Ning thought for a moment and said, "I will not die. The erosion of time has no effect on me, so the Lu Ning that Ling Chuan saw is not dead under normal circumstances. The person who created the illusion probably doesn't know how to kill the illusion, so they can only make it disappear?"

An Lan nodded: "That's what I think too. It seems that the 'us' that Ling Chuan encountered before were either phantoms similar to what we see, or his memories have been altered..."

At this point, An Lan said, "Personally, I lean more towards the latter. The phantoms we observed seem more like remnants from the past, seen through the laws of time. Memories are different. Ling Chuan's past experiences, all the cycles, may not all be real. Perhaps he is just one person in a cycle, and 'we' are just an anomaly in his memory."

Steve and Su Qi felt a chill run down their spines.

"How can someone be aging continuously in a time loop, yet there are ghostly anomalies following them around? What kind of power is this? Who did it?" Steve found it hard to believe.

An Lan looked at Ling Chuan, whose expression was somewhat numb, and said, "Is it perhaps to tell Ling Chuan that Lu Ning is already dead?"

Lu Ning also asked, "Who told you I was dead?"

Ling Chuan tried hard to recall, his expression contorted in a grimace, but he finally shook his head: "I don't know. After Lu Ning disappeared, a voice in my mind told me that Lu Ning was dead, and that I was all alone..."

At this point, Ling Chuan suddenly widened his eyes.

He seemed to have realized something, and murmured, "I know who it is, I know who it is..."

Everyone was taken aback and looked at Ling Chuan.

An Lan asked, "Who is it?"

Ling Chuan stared blankly at everyone, then laughed: "It was me, hahaha, it was me!"

Lu Ning frowned, looking at Ling Chuan who was laughing loudly.

No white mist appeared in Ling Chuan's body, so his condition was clearly not a sign of illness.

The others tensed up, thinking that Ling Chuan's performance was already crazy enough.

Ling Chuan didn't care about what others thought. He laughed until tears streamed down his face and said, "I subconsciously realized it back then... I subconsciously sensed something was wrong. There was no one else, only myself, always just me! That's why I subconsciously felt everyone was dead..."

Seeing that Ling Chuan did not seem to be ill, the group exchanged glances. Then An Lan took a deep breath and comforted him, "Ling Chuan, at least you are still alive. After we get out of the fog, you can enjoy your old age in peace."

Ling Chuan gave An Lan a strange look and laughed, "Elder An, you don't actually think we can get out of here, do you?"

Everyone was taken aback.

Ling Chuan's expression was ferocious, filled with extreme fear, as he said, "This... is probably the territory of an evil god."

Lu Ning remained calm, his gaze sweeping over his surroundings before looking up at the hourglass in the sky.

I don't know if it's just my imagination.

He always felt that there seemed to be more sand inside the hourglass.