The smell seeped out from the rotting mist, like the fishy sweetness of moss growing on bronze for millions of years, or like mycelium soaked in moonlight bursting in spore sacs.
The mist suddenly gained weight, condensing into liquid pearls that pressed down on His shattered godhead.
In a trance, a certain moist association awakened - the small ground once used slender leaves emitting hazy pearly light to catch the raindrops, and suddenly thought that this was "the saliva of the forest in the dark night."
The moment the chain pierced through the thick fog, this piece of space and time cracked.
Countless bronze chains burst out from nothingness, and sickly golden lines floated on the surface of each chain. Those lines twisted like living things, gradually revealing the shape of human pupils.
As the chains wrapped around the scattered fragments of the divine body, the flow of the runes began to become viscous, as if an invisible giant was wading through honey.
The space groaned as if glass was about to shatter, and even the frozen laughter on Magma's face was nailed in the amber of time.
Then He saw the "rain".
Translucent tentacles dangled from the cosmic ulcer, each spinning slowly like a frozen galaxy.
The pale substance between the jellyfish's arms and nerve cord is covered with tiny pores that open and close, spewing out a cold mist that distorts dimensions.
Ice crystals condensed around the tentacles into a group of suspended tombstones, each engraved with incomprehensible epitaphs.
"I'll help you this once, I'm about to fall asleep."
When the sound rang out, the glaciers in three thousand parallel worlds collapsed at the same time.
A giant paw covered with white hair poked out from the frozen clouds, and the flesh membrane between the webbed feet stretched out, revealing seven black stars embedded underneath.
Those celestial bodies rolled between the flesh membranes, and the shadows they cast formed countless boundless worlds.
When the giant palm was about to touch the fragment of the divine body, the pupil patterns on the chain suddenly turned towards the palm, and the golden light burst into a thorn cage.
"Huh—can a mortal body achieve this? A forest ranger?"
The owner of the giant hand seemed to find it amusing.
The drooping tentacles suddenly straightened, revealing the gear-like teeth turning in the suction cups at the base.
The mist was stirred by some vibration beyond sound, revealing a brief, clear picture:
At the end of the chains stood a human silhouette draped in an ancient black robe. Under his feet was a sacrificial formation made up of twelve divine corpses, and his body was hung with thin but not negligible chains.
From the depths of the icy clouds emanated a laughter like the movement of a glacier. As the giant hand withdrew, it took three tentacles with it. Where they broke, what spurted out wasn't blood, but a holographic projection of the demise of a primitive civilization.
The remaining tentacles suddenly accelerated their fall, and the moment they touched the ground, they all turned into a glowing mycelium network, wrapping the rebels like insects in amber.
The chains began to shrink, carrying the fragments of the divine body into the thickest part of the fog.
The last thing he saw was the magma being invaded by mycelium into his eye sockets, and the same expression appeared on his face as before the small land dissipated.
The entire space suddenly flipped in a mirror image, and all the falling ice crystals stopped in mid-air, reflecting the terrifying overlap of the inner and outer worlds:
The operating table corresponds to the altar, the organ refrigerator corresponds to the treasure trove of flesh and blood, and the doctors' white coats reveal the same abdominal sutures as Sarnax.
The golden heart's beating rate suddenly accelerated, and the ripple pattern of a modern electrocardiogram monitor appeared on its surface.
"Is that enough?"
Sarnax's voice suddenly became a mixture of tones of men, women, old and young, and he pulled off the rune chain wrapped around his neck - it turned out to be a string of frozen vocal cord specimens.
When the chains fell to the ground, all the flesh and blood treasures in the inner world screamed at the same time, and the monitors in all the hospitals in the outer world returned to zero.
The cold fog condensed into ice crystals in the void, each piece reflecting a broken memory.
Sarnax's fingertips hovered over an ice crystal, which contained a burning past - the red magma engulfed the temple, and the giant bronze tree of the Forester let out a wail that shook the earth and sky in the flames.
"I've found him..."
His voice seemed to come from under the ice for thousands of years.
"This memory...perhaps doesn't mean much anymore."
The ice crystals suddenly burst, and illusions gushed out - Dilin's pale fingers were pulling away from the core of the world, and countless points of light from new creatures flowed through his blood vessels to the earth.
One of Chonglou's eyes on the left side was open, and at this moment it suddenly widened, with the eyeball bulging out and black lines spreading on it, looking ferocious and terrifying.
At this moment, his eyes reflected the rebel spear fueled by magma piercing through his human chest, but Islin's ice thorns froze the fatal wound at the last moment.
"The Forest Ranger protected more than just your souls back then."
Sarnax's cloak fluttered in the wind, revealing the hideous tree-shaped scar on his left arm. "He used half of his roots to form a cage, preventing the traitors from completely tearing down the world barrier."
He suddenly pressed his temple, and something was moving under the skin.
"And the creatures you gave birth to..."
The dark blue veins of the earth suddenly lit up beneath their feet, revealing the distorted ecology of the other world - those snow-born creatures that should have been pure were now covered with Islin's unique ice thorn petals, and strange twin flames danced in their pupils.
"With Yi Silin's 'kind help'..."
Sarnax's sneer shook off the icicles above his head. They suddenly became animated and transformed into snakes during their fall, but were crushed into powder by his gaze.
"Look at these derivatives. Even the ley lines have been transformed into nutrients for the Memory Corridor."
"You are the second generation god who replaced the Forester."
Seven of Chonglou's eight eyes were closed at this moment, leaving only one eye slightly open, as if it was about to fall asleep.
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