An Lan suddenly remembered something and asked, "When we met you in the Mist No. 233 last time, was it because of that golden rift? Wasn't the Hand of the Underworld projecting its power through that rift?"
Steve had also thought of this.
When they first went to the Mist No. 233, the projection of the Hand of the Underworld was connected entirely through that golden crack. When Lu Ning closed the crack, he could see the surging white mist on the other side.
Based on the oracle they had previously found regarding the Hand of the Underworld, they guessed that the golden crack was the crack in the wall.
They had previously thought that Yan Bing appeared in the 233rd mist because of the uncontrollable spatial distortion, but now it seems that she deliberately went there.
The reason is probably that golden crack.
Yan Bing nodded slightly: "Mm."
The group exchanged glances, all somewhat surprised.
An Lan asked, "So, you're here to close the rift?"
Yan Bing calmly said, "If the cracks are not closed, they will only grow larger and larger, affecting the entire wall, and eventually all defenses will collapse."
Everyone fell silent.
They discovered that Yan Bing seemed to know significantly more than they did.
Lu Ning couldn't help but ask, "What's going on with this wall?"
Yan Bing shook his head: "I don't know either, but the wall between the mist and reality was already there when I entered the mist. You can't perceive the wall in reality, but you can clearly see it in the mist. It's a barrier that protects the real world; otherwise, reality would have been swallowed up long ago."
Yan Bing spoke so much in one breath for the first time, but the content of his words surprised everyone even more.
When Yan Bing entered the mist, it was probably the same time that Base City No. 3 was swallowed up by the mist.
That was over a thousand years ago, perhaps even close to two thousand years ago.
Did a barrier exist between the fog and reality so long ago?
"Who created this barrier?" Steve asked, somewhat puzzled.
Others also couldn't understand it.
Lu Ning heard Earth's cries for help ringing in his ears, but he seemed lost in thought.
Perhaps it's a barrier created by the Earth itself?
After all, since Earth is alive, it's perfectly normal for him to want to save his life.
"So how did you find the crack?" Lu Ning asked curiously.
"In the fog, the direction of the fog's flow changes as cracks appear, and these changes can be observed."
Su Qi couldn't help but ask, "So, Lord Yan Bing, you can really enter the mist? Not just a misty area like ours, but the real mist?"
The others also looked at Yan Bing with great curiosity.
Yan Bing glanced at Su Qi and nodded calmly: "Mm."
Although they had already guessed, they still couldn't help but gasp when Yan Bing confirmed it.
The group exchanged glances, their eyes gleaming.
The ability to enter the true fog... this is extremely important news for all of humanity.
Ya'en couldn't help but ask, "Can we enter the mist? How can we enter the mist?"
Yan Bing glanced at Ya En, then calmly said, "Those above the Saint level can go in, but they can't stay for too long. Demigods can stay in the mist for a long time."
An Lan and the others were somewhat disappointed, but they also thought it was normal.
After all, the level of mental pollution in the fog is definitely higher than that in a large fog zone.
The level of mental pollution in a large fog area is already a huge challenge for high-level awakened individuals, let alone a real fog.
Osiris asked curiously, "What's it like inside the mist?"
Yan Bing's eyes flickered as she glanced at Osiris: "You wouldn't want to know."
Yan Bing's words caused a moment of awkward silence.
When Ya'en and the others heard Yan Bing's words, they were taken aback.
Just how terrifying is the mist that even a saint doesn't want to know?
In the ensuing silence, Lu Ning asked, "How can we enter the mist?"
Lu Ning felt a surge of excitement.
When the golden rift in the Mist 233 closed, Lu Ning actually wanted to go into the Mist to take a look.
After all, he had emerged from the mist before, and perhaps by entering the mist, he could find a way back to his original era.
However, he felt it was dangerous for him to enter the golden rift, so he abandoned the idea.
Now that a new path to the mist has been laid out before him, Lu Ning is eager to know, and he also wants to go and see what's inside the mist.
Yan Bing calmly said, "In the deepest part of the third fog... if you would like to go, I can take you there."
Lu Ning's eyes lit up, and then he said, "Then I'll have to trouble you."
Arn, Osiris, and Aishalin exchanged glances.
Then Yann asked, "Can we go? Can we tell the guardians? Perhaps we can go together? Like Lord Li Yang?"
Upon hearing Li Yang's name, Yan Bing paused for a moment, then calmly said, "A demigod won't do."
"Why?" Osiris couldn't help but ask.
"Because it will alert them," Yan Bing explained.
"Them?" Everyone was taken aback.
"Who are they?" Lu Ning asked curiously.
"The Wanderer".
"A wanderer?" The crowd was even more confused.
Yan Bing calmly said, "Those survivors who lost their homes, their planets have been swallowed by the mist. Everyone wandered in the mist and eventually settled in a certain area, where I also live.
Upon hearing this, everyone's eyes widened even further.
They were somewhat surprised and uncertain.
An Lan swallowed hard, shocked. "...You mean there are survivors from other planets? Other planets were also swallowed by the mist?"
Yan Bing nodded: "I've talked to them. Several races have advanced technology and their footprints are all over large star systems, but the star systems they live in have been completely swallowed by the mist. According to them, all the races they know have been destroyed."
At this point, Yan Bing paused, then calmly said, "Apart from humans. Of all the races I know of so far, only humans have not been completely swallowed by the mist."
Yan Bing's voice was cold, yet it was like cold water poured over everyone's heads, making everyone feel cold from head to toe.
They had discovered aliens in the mist before, but they never imagined that so many races would be swallowed up and destroyed by the mist.
As far as they knew, the only race destroyed by the mist was probably the Pilgrim race.
"...In the entire universe, are we humans the only ones still barely surviving?" Steve felt as if his voice was coming from a distant region, as if it wasn't even his own.
Yan Bing shook his head: "I don't know. They don't represent the entire universe; they're just a small part of it."
Hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
If humanity is truly the only one barely surviving in the entire universe, and even intergalactic technological civilizations have been destroyed, how could they possibly withstand those terrifying mists and the evil gods within them?
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