Deng Chun's back bent slightly. The weight he carried felt especially heavy, far heavier than the "load" he had borne while fleeing through the airship.
It seemed to come from the mask and the Curtain Cloak.
After all, the torrent of information generated by the Hundred Peaks Monarch's Blocks at every instant far exceeded what he could bear.
That burden seemed unnecessary—at least for him.
He could never extract meaningful intelligence from that surging flood of information. More importantly, "that person's" design probably had no need for a worldly agent.
Hundun apparently could handle everything himself.
If the training succeeded.
For a moment, Deng Chun had no idea what his place would be in the future. Faced with the tide of the times, he was at a loss. Even a transcendental species could be left behind, let alone him.
In his daze, he felt the airship sinking.
First, he ruled out the possibility that the heavy mask and Curtain Cloak were playing tricks on his senses.
Then Zhao Xi said something similar. "It feels like we're losing altitude. Is the airship leaking?"
Yuan Wuwei said sarcastically, "Maybe the mission's over, and they're letting us walk down the stairs in triumph to accept everyone's cheers."
Long Qi chuckled. "Then which of the three people down there do you think will applaud, and which one will kick your ass?"
Fris couldn't be bothered with their childish, reckless banter. He walked to the edge of the operating room and tried to gauge their altitude by sight. In theory, his Exoskeleton Armor should have had a built-in altimeter, sparing him the trouble. But the spacetime environment they were in was bizarre enough that he couldn't trust the instruments.
Unfortunately, the operating room's layout was probably much like that of the room Deng Chun had