"They are—"
Han Su only glanced over, and the other person's shadow had already faded away.
But Han Su knew that he wouldn't have seen the Old Singer and the people behind her for no reason in the Abyss. So had the earlier probing been connected to the Old Singer?
More importantly, who was the person who seemed to be in prison, guarding a telephone?
He was sure he'd never met that man. So why did the man seem so familiar at first glance?
He committed the sight to memory, then suppressed the emotions stirring in his heart.
Although that glimpse had shaken him deeply, he still remembered what mattered most right now.
There was no time to chase after these mysteries. He had to make the most of every moment and relay all relevant information to Wei Lan as quickly as possible.
With that thought, he ruthlessly cut off his curiosity and turned his attention back to the Abyss.
Only then did he realize that not only had everything around him vanished, but his body was gone too.
Everything real disappeared in the Abyss. The strange thing was that although his body had disappeared, it hadn't vanished completely. Some bizarre mass of flesh and blood remained as "him," writhing slowly in tandem with the fluctuations of his consciousness, like some kind of mollusk living in the depths of the sea.
"This is—"
He paused in surprise, then suddenly understood. "Golden Cells!"
Golden Cells were a substance between reality and the mind, so they existed in the Abyss as well.
His Golden Cells had already divided twice and grown stronger, so they could manifest some flesh and blood in the Abyss.
Though this tiny bit of flesh and blood was utterly insignificant against the Abyss.
Against the Abyss, this small