Gong Zhou had soaked here for so long that the originally filthy, chaotic things gradually took on clearer outlines, slowly restoring the scenes behind every thought and every emotion. There were people he knew, events he was familiar with, but also things that were utterly distorted fabrications and absurd delusions. Yet these real and unreal things churned together, surging up layer upon layer, drowning him and shoving him along in a directionless drift.
Under such circumstances, did reality and illusion, truth and falsehood, still mean anything?
Gong Zhou only felt that he, too, was about to be "dissolved" by them. Or rather, he was already "dissolving"; it was only through the current circumstances that he had come to realize it.
In his daze, an exceptionally clear voice rang out through this chaotic space:
"First, we need to make one thing clear: the 'experimental participants' we selected today have increased the difficulty of the experiment.
"Still, the experiment has made progress so far. Look at these people—their individual Emotional Turbid Currents, the oppression of the Sky Abyss Spirit Network, the inhuman instincts infiltrated by Extraterritorial Species and who knew what else... These elements are mixed together in far too much chaos, lacking any dominant rules or order. It has become difficult even to be an individual.
"We must admit that, for social Genetic Species like us, even the worst order is better than pure chaos. The formation of order is the clearest Boundary between life and chaos."
"Everything you said is right, but is there any point discussing this now?"
Gong Zhou had merely been grumbling inwardly, but he had forgotten that he was currently within the strange consciousness space created by the so-called "Sanctuary." That fleeting thought immediately turned into rolling muffled thunder, crushing through the currently chaotic and twisted