The triangular spaceship was unexpectedly spacious, divided into many levels and filled with countless rooms.
Gu Qingshan was tossed into a spacious area on the bottom level, and then everyone left him alone.
He lay on the stretcher, pretending to be asleep as he extended his divine sense to probe his surroundings.
From the outside, no one could have guessed that some kind of special spatial law was at work inside the ship, making it seem exceptionally spacious.
Hundreds of stretchers lay scattered about, crooked and askew.
On each one lay a badly injured monster, unable to move. Many of them were already on the verge of death.
Lines of light flowed ceaselessly along the walls, as if following some kind of pattern.
"Not a single person has come to check on us. Could it be that the Apocalypse Civilization doesn't even have a profession like healer?" Oldest asked, perplexed.
"I don't know. Anyway, something feels off. It gives me the creeps," Gu Qingshan said.
As they spoke, the lights on the walls began moving rapidly.
"The spaceship has entered spatial transit," Oldest said thoughtfully.
"I'd like to see what makes this Apocalypse Civilization tick. Looks like we've managed to infiltrate them," Gu Qingshan said with interest.
"If you could fool the Apocalypse Monsters, then your All Beings Synchronization Mystery must have reached an extremely profound level. That's no small feat," Oldest said earnestly.
Gu Qingshan's heart stirred. "You seem to know a thing or two about Mysteries?"
"I know a little. Mysteries are a level above laws," Oldest said.
"Tell me about them. I don't know much in that area," Gu Qingshan said.
Oldest replied, "From the knowledge of the Myriad Gods, a single law is pure and simple, while a Mystery is a wondrous power revealed through the