To be honest, it was quite an impressive sight when a cultist with a head full of deranged ideas suddenly spoke in a tone that sounded intimidatingly resolute, as if he were ready to devote himself to the faith. But compared to the "conviction" radiating from the cultist opposite him, Yu Sheng was more curious about something else.
"How exactly has this world become terminally ill?" He frowned, his face full of confusion. "Sure, there are some strange and sinister things in this world, but every place has its share of natural and man-made disasters. When there's a disaster, you deal with it; when there's trouble, you stop it. How did this escalate into the world being terminally ill, requiring us to find a way to 'fight poison with poison' through the Dark Angel Fall?"
Baili Qing directly relayed Yu Sheng's words to the staff in the interrogation room.
The conversation inside the interrogation room came through the loudspeaker—
"What standards are you using to judge that this world is 'terminally ill'?"
The cultist sitting in the chair shifted his body, only to be immediately pulled back into his original position by the restraint device.
"You can't see it. Most people can't," the pale-faced man tugged at the corner of his mouth, his tone even seeming to carry a trace of pity. "Listen carefully. Listen to the wails between the stars. The astrologers of Argraidean claim they can hear the voices of the stars, but they never dare face the truths in the depths of The Depths—
"The entire world is shrouded in the gloom of collapse. Thoughts surge within those distant starlights. At every moment, countless possibilities pointing toward doomsday erupt from the edge of the observable universe, only to be briefly held back by the stars. Has the