Jiang Er closed his eyes, sensed carefully for a moment, and shook his head helplessly.

"No... Although my signal strength has increased a lot, it still can't penetrate such a thick fog. I don't know how the pixel walkie-talkie in memory of the president can release such a strong signal."

After Jiang Er broke through the "Klein" realm, her abilities in all aspects were greatly improved. If she could send a signal through the fog and connect to Daxia, that would naturally be the best. Since this path is blocked, she can only find another way.

An Qingyu frowned and looked around, picked up a piece of gravel, and began to draw a simple sketch on the ground.

Although he could roughly determine which continent he was on, there were quite a few cities in Africa, and it was extremely difficult to accurately locate his location. At least, he could not do that unless he used the [Only Correct Answer]. He could only rely on his senses and the faint sunlight to roughly determine the direction of Daxia.

"With this distance... it's no longer realistic to go back to Daxia." An Qingyu put down the stone and sighed helplessly.

After all, they don't have the Somersault Cloud. An Qingyu is now in a wheelchair, and Jiang Er can't control his coffin for a long time. It's unknown how long it will take to walk back to Daxia.

"What should we do then?"

An Qingyu thought for a moment, "After discovering that we are missing, the gods of Daxia will definitely do their best to search for us in the fog... The only way now is to find a way to create some noise. If a god of Daxia comes nearby, we can immediately attract their attention."

"Jiang Er, I need some materials."

"clear."

Jiang Er's figure floated into the sky, his hands slowly opened, and a terrifying magnetic field spread rapidly. The next moment, thousands of objects floated up from the ruins of the city, including rusty clocks, wreckage of vehicles, sealed metal boxes, and rotten pieces of cloth...

Under Jiang Er's control, these things were hung in the air like a dazzling array of commodities. An Qingyu searched through them and quickly clicked on a few of them.

"Just these few will do? Can they be made?" Jiang Er put these things in front of An Qingyu and asked doubtfully.

An Qingyu nodded. "If it's just a signal flare, I just need to prepare a few specific oxidants. I'll add some mental power, and it should have a good effect."

Even though An Qingyu couldn't use the [Only Correct Answer], he was able to produce several special flares in just a few minutes.

An Qingyu lit one of the flares and shot it into the sky. A bright light shone above the fog, dyeing the clouds a dazzling white. After dozens of seconds, it dimmed and fell into the ruins.

“Will this work?”

"I don't know... but this is the only thing we can do." An Qingyu looked at his legs and sighed helplessly, "Next, we can only leave it to fate..."

…

Fog.

"It's been almost two days... haven't we found the location of the Heaven yet?" Cao Yuan asked helplessly, lying on his back on the somersault cloud.

Lin Qiye rubbed his tired eyes and looked at the branches in front of him shrouded in the golden field, his eyes full of confusion.

"Strange, is the 'miracle' ineffective? This shouldn't be the case..." Lin Qiye muttered to himself, "Maybe the Heavenly Palace is moving too fast in the fog. Even if we keep guessing its position, it will change soon. We can't locate it this way at all."

"What should we do then?"

Lin Qiye thought for a moment and was about to say something when a gust of wind suddenly blew from a distance, blowing the branches in front of the somersault cloud. After rolling a few times on the cloud, it stopped in a certain direction.

Seeing this scene, Lin Qiye was slightly stunned.

"This is……"

"Isn't it a coincidence that the wind blows this way?" Cao Yuan also saw the branches deflecting and spoke suspiciously.

Lin Qiye glanced at the [Mortal Realm] below him, his eyes quickly lit up, "Let's go! Follow this direction and try again!"

Lin Qiye used all his strength to activate his somersault cloud, which quickly cut through the sky and disappeared at the end of the horizon.

…

"How long has it been?"

An Qingyu in the ruins opened his eyes and asked in a deep voice.

"Three hours." Jiang Er's voice sounded in his ears.

An Qingyu pursed her lips, took out another homemade flare from her side, and fired it into the sky.

The flare burned above the clouds, emitting terrifying light and heat. After just a few dozen seconds, it fell from the sky and finally returned to silence.

Since appearing in this ruin, An Qingyu has fired a flare every hour, but unfortunately it has had no effect so far...

As time passed, An Qingyu became increasingly anxious.

It has been several hours since the last time the Mi-Go descended. Judging from their increasing frequency of descending, it won’t be long before the next one descends...

"How many flares do we have left?" he asked.

"Four... do you need to do more?"

An Qingyu hesitated for a moment and shook his head. "The problem now is not the signal flares. It's hard to say whether we can hold on until then... Give me the remaining four, and I'll make some preparations in advance."

An Qingyu took the four flares in the air and was about to do something when his pupils suddenly contracted!

A feeling of fullness and pain filled his mind. He covered his head with his hands and shouted, "Oh no! They're coming again!"

Jiang Er's face changed, and his figure floated into the sky. In the ruins in the distance, cracks in time and space gradually opened up, and the roars of Migos sounded from all directions!

"Hurry up!" An Qingyu held back the headache and put one hand on the armrest of the wheelchair. The two thin wheels suddenly started to spin at an astonishing speed, carrying his body and catapulting it in a certain direction!

Jiang Er stretched out his hand downward, and the heavy black coffin floated up, whistling and following closely behind An Qingyu.

After experiencing the advent of Migo several times in succession, An Qingyu could feel that the headache symptoms were getting lighter and lighter each time, and his soul seemed to be adapting to the influence that Migo had on him.

An Qingyu's special wheelchair was extremely fast, but he only moved at full speed for less than ten seconds before being forced to stop.

In the air in front of him, hundreds of Migos vibrated their membrane wings and swept towards him in dense masses.

"Qing...Qing Yu..." Jiang Er pointed to the top of his head, his voice a little hoarse.

An Qingyu looked up and saw that the sky had turned into a pink ocean. Migos surged together, completely blocking all the surrounding roads. It was like a large net that could not be escaped, slowly descending from the sky...

"Damn... there must be thousands of them, right?" An Qingyu's face looked extremely ugly.

One by one, Migos descended from the sky and landed in the ruins around the Anqing fish. They vibrated their thin membrane wings, and countless buzzing sounds intertwined together, deafening.

The strong wind blew up the gravel on the ground. Thousands of Migos surrounded him. The tentacles on the surface of the tumor moved frantically and slowly stuck to the ground...

As if they were worshipping their king.