The mysterious mobile phone was silent, listening to Gujin speak. However, the people present could not hear a thing; they were all "muted."
It rippled with black mist, and the atmosphere grew increasingly oppressive.
Then, it silently flew away, entering the depths of the supernatural light sea. It was likely going to communicate with Gujin, but some taboo topics were not suitable to be discussed here.
A long time ago, the mysterious mobile phone returned, hovering in place. Its screen displayed blurry, shifting images that looked either like a decaying outer universe or the void of eternal silence.
The images shifted too fast, utterly desolate, yet the sound of those heavy footsteps still lingered, beating like weighty drumrolls and resounding with power.
Who was approaching? It did not say.
When will that state arrive? Will Gujin strike alongside you? Wang Xuan walked over, communicating with it solemnly via spirit.
He always felt that the phone was about to run into trouble.
"Gujin has serious problems too. Its battlefield involves a very high tier, and it itself is being crushed to the point of breathlessness." The mysterious mobile phone did not hide it, telling him the truth.
Wang Xuan did not know the specifics and did not understand the nature of their respective battlefields, but he could sense a stifling pressure, one fundamentally different from the supernatural realm he usually faced.
The desolate scenes flowing across the phone screen—featuring rotted Origin copper mother, snapped eternal silence black iron halberds, and the like—brought a very bad feeling.
In a daze, he smelled a pungent stench of blood and experienced the cruel aftertaste left behind by the struggles of supreme beings.
Overall, Wang Xuan felt that the supernatural center universe he had experienced was far too idyllic; he had not yet witnessed truly