What flows in those transparent cubes is not just mucus, but a nightmare of life's primordial chaos being forcibly shaped;

What's floating there aren't just eggs and half-hatched things, it's the unspeakable horror from the depths of the universe that's giving birth to its offspring!

The tiny fish tail and the sticky floating solid object are just an insignificant part of this grand, inhuman and desperate picture of creation.

Blore stumbled, the cold reality instantly pulling him back from the sticky, buzzing matrix illusion.

My heart was beating so hard in my chest that it almost broke my ribs.

He looked down at his boots stepping on the thin ice, and his fingertips still had a lingering, slippery and disgusting feeling, as if he had imagined touching the wall of the culture chamber.

Cold sweat instantly soaked his icy lining and froze in the cold wind, bringing another layer of torturous cold.

The sound of the wind was no longer a simple whimper, it twisted into a mocking echo of the slime bubbling inside the cubes.

He blinked hard, trying to dispel the lingering images of geometric cubes and wriggling embryos on his retina, but the cold, sticky feeling of blasphemy had become like a bone-chilling cancer, seared deep into his soul.

Although it was only a few steps away, the view ahead was swallowed by a sticky, unnatural pale white mist.

The mist was not like condensed water vapor, but more like the breath of some living creature, with an indescribable fishy and cold smell like deep-sea mud.

He subconsciously quickened his pace, trying to break through this barrier, but he only took a few steps in vain.

Bai Di's figure suddenly became clear, almost touching his nose, so close that only a cold fist could be seen.

The two of them froze at the same time, like two statues frozen in an instant.

The air froze, even the sound of the violent sea breeze subsided strangely, leaving only a larger, heavier... silence.

It's not that there is no sound, but that all the subtle sounds - heartbeat, breathing, blood flow - are covered and suppressed by a deeper "buzz" that comes from the eternal deep sea.

There was a dull pain deep in Blore's eardrums, as if they were bearing the water pressure from a ten-thousand-meter-deep trench.

He forced himself to look away from Bai Di's equally confused face and look towards the island.

The ground was covered with a murky layer of ice, beneath which dark shadows seemed frozen in twisted, non-Euclidean shapes, the mere sight of which was dizzying.

Not far away, the ice hut stood abruptly. It wasn't a meticulously crafted work of art, but rather a result of some immense force violently mixing seawater and...

Other things are instantly frozen into shape.

The surface of the cabin is covered with strange relief patterns: the main theme is the layered, entangled and twisted mermaid tail fin, but if you look closely, you will find that beneath those scales are inlaid countless tiny, turbid... eyeball fossils?

They were frozen lifelessly in the ice crystals, yet seemed to be still rotating unconsciously, reflecting the pale light of the sky.

Even more disgusting was the indescribable geometric shapes mixed between the scales and the eyeballs—inhuman, blasphemous angles and lines that made Blore's retinas burn just by looking at them. A chaotic whisper echoed from deep within his brain, urging him to give up understanding and thinking.

"Blore? Are you okay?"

Bai Di's voice penetrated the monotonous sound of the wind, with a hint of imperceptible tension.

In fact, he only saw the overwhelming, vertical falling snow in front of him and the dead silent glacier as far as the eye could see.

Blore's condition was obviously not right. He looked like he had just woken up from the deepest nightmare, and even his breathing was trembling.

Blore did not answer immediately, blinking hard to dispel the lingering vision of the squirming embryos in the cubes on his retina.

He raised his hand and pointed to the depths of the ice field. His fingertips trembled slightly, and his voice was as dry as sandpaper:

"Bai Di...are these things...human?"

He used a pure, almost childlike tone of doubt that Bai Di rarely heard from him, as if what he saw was not a layer of ice, but some incomprehensible and blasphemous exhibition.

Bai Di's heart trembled, and he immediately looked in the direction he was looking.

The tiny snowflakes continued to fall vertically, silently, as if this area was wrapped in some invisible force field, even the wind had lost the ability to stir, and the laws of physics seemed fragile and suspicious here.

Blore's gaze was fixed on something further away, and Bai Di followed closely behind him, his heart feeling as if it were being gripped by an icy hand.

On the ice field, countless human silhouettes are "standing" densely and vaguely.

The number is far beyond the theoretical capacity of this small island.

They are in different postures - some seem to be frozen in the middle of running, with their arms spread out; some are curled up on the ground, as if resisting the cold or some invisible impact; some are lying on their backs, their frozen postures as if they are shouting silently.

All movements suddenly stopped, completely sealed by the transparent ice with a faint blue sheen, like an insect specimen captured in an instant and solidified in the amber of time.

The ice distorted their faces and clothing details, leaving only blurred and stiff outlines, densely spread towards the gray horizon, forming a creepy, dead forest.

"On the way to Lingjing..." Bai Di took a breath of cold air, the cold air stung his lungs, and he rarely couldn't control himself and started talking.

"What...what is this place? How did we get here?"

He looked around, and apart from ice, snow and those horrible "ice sculptures", there was only endless despair and paleness.

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