These totems and flowers tremble slightly with the beating of the heart, as if telling a forgotten myth.
Tentacles as dense and drooping as falling rain, like a spider web with thousands of threads, surround the whole world.
They are everywhere, capturing every creature that seeks death by entering here.
These tentacles that appear and disappear in the mist are like the tentacles and claws of the world, bringing everything under their control.
Every living thing caught by the tentacles will be quickly devoured and transformed into energy for the beating heart.
Blore stood in the distance, the huge golden heart reflected in his eyes.
The lingering rhythm of the sea and sky is being licked away by some indescribable hunger.
The shimmering light of broken mercury in memory has now shrunk into suspended mirages. Those damp flocs weave thousands of layers of plain gauze in the void, and each weft is embroidered with the tampered will of the universe.
The world reveals its strange colors at this moment - in the amber skylight that is neither dusk nor dawn, only the gilded heart beating with mechanical precision is suspended in the abyss of existence.
Its ventricles spit out bronze oracles when they dilate, and sip the spinal cord of time and space when they contract.
Those golden-threaded synapses extending from the ventricles are actually elongated causal chains that are dragging the entire material world into its rhythmic epileptic seizures.
What is moving in the mist is not water molecules, but the deconstructed soul of the ocean.
They reassemble into floating apocalypses in aerosol form, and with every breath, more of the world's delirium is deposited in the lungs.
Blore felt a deep sense of powerlessness. He didn't know how he should face such a world, nor did he know where his friends were now.
He was increasingly confused about the current situation.
Now that something so strange has grown here, what's inside? What's inside this mountain that's about to turn into paper?
What's inside the mountains?
He turned around suddenly. At this moment, what crawled out from the bottom of the sea was no longer a terrifying monster. What crawled out from the depths of the sea in the distance were... those puppets placed on the shelves in his memory!
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"Wait a moment, they'll be here soon..." Bai Di looked at Ma Tuan calmly, with a look of certainty in his eyes, as if he had already seen through the direction of everything.
The two of them were now standing on the stone giant that had been transformed from the stone city. The stone giant seemed like a giant spirit god born between heaven and earth, majestic and mysterious.
Countless dry bones turned into the toughest armor, like the flesh growing from the giant fortress itself, fitting tightly and covering every inch of it. Each dry bone was like a carefully crafted weapon, emitting an ancient and powerful aura, as if containing endless power, wrapping the stone fortress tightly, yet revealing a strange vitality.
From the blazing fire, the stone giant took his own "legs and feet" and stepped onto the burning "blood land".
Every step he took seemed like the heartbeat of the earth, and a slight crackling sound followed. Ma Tuan felt that this "Mr. Giant" had stepped on the "night pearls" that had grown eyes.
Those night pearls, illuminated by the flames, looked like dimly lit lamps, flickering with strange light, as if countless pairs of eyes were watching them.
The flames were blazing, but Ma Tuan could clearly see that the bottom of the giant stone tower was burning, like the brightest, most intense, and most brilliant lilac. The color of the flame was so rich and oppressive that he dared not look directly at it, as if it was going to devour the whole world.
The flames were mixed with crackling sounds, as if countless souls were struggling and roaring in the flames, but unable to escape the endless pain of burning.
The flames were like dancing red snakes, constantly devouring everything around them, dispelling the darkness, but bringing even more suffocating heat.
But where he and Bai Di were, that is, above the giant stone tower, he felt the breath of the sea breeze.
The sea breeze carries a chilling feeling unique to the ice field, as if it is coming towards you from the vast and boundless ice field.
There was a hint of chill in the wind, as if it was blowing from a distant, extremely cold place, forming a sharp contrast with the scorching heat below.
The sea breeze was howling, blowing Ma Tuan's clothes, making him feel as if he was in a wonderful world of ice and fire.
The clouds in the sky were so low that Ma Tuan felt he could touch them just by reaching out his hand.
The clouds were ice blue, thick and heavy, with very regular shapes, like ice crystals carefully carved by gods, emitting a cold light.
They hang low, as if to shroud the entire world in coldness, yet exude a mysterious and solemn atmosphere.
There were ice-blue clouds above and flames burning below that looked like layers of red clouds made up of wood resin. The contrast was so strong that Ma Tuan felt a little shocked.
The interweaving of red and blue seems to be the most extreme collision between heaven and earth. The red is as hot as fire, and the blue is as cold as ice. The two completely different colors intertwine and collide between heaven and earth, but they blend together miraculously to form a magnificent and shocking picture.
The picture is like a colorful scroll, displayed between heaven and earth, as if it is a visual feast painted by nature with the brightest and most gorgeous colors.
Each color is so bright and eye-catching, interweaving and colliding with each other, creating a dazzling effect.
The scene was so shocking that Ma Tuan felt unable to take his eyes off it, as if he was attracted by an invisible force.
Although the stone giant's steps were slow, Ma Tuan could clearly feel the wind whistling across his face.
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