The scene was silent.
Apart from Ma Kang's intermittent recollections, no one else made a sound.
At last, everyone understood why Chen Xuan had asked that question. Those mystical-sounding words were not the Gospel Faction's crazed delusions, but conclusions the Gospel Society had reached after a series of experiments.
Nano-Lifeforms could contain human souls.
The larger the lifeform, the greater its capacity, and correspondingly, the more human souls it could receive.
Will had confirmed this for Ma Kang.
He offered himself to "Pure White," then conversed with Ma Kang through an electroencephalogram machine. Through the translation of electrical waves, Ma Kang saw the thoughts transmitted by a Nano-Lifeform for the first time.
Then he fled.
For a long time afterward, that blend of strangeness and terror made him feel as though he were living in a dream.
Now, that same emotion spread through the tent.
Even in broad daylight, everyone felt a chill run down their spines.
After a long silence, Chen Xuan was the first to speak. "Are you sure the one talking to you was him?"
"He had me come up with a code phrase on the spot. One that only he and I knew," Ma Kang said faintly. "I would ask him whether the new world was bright or dark, warm or cold. If he still had senses, he would answer based on his own feelings. Then the brainwave translation gave me three sentences: Bright. Warm. Come quickly."
That really was powerful evidence.
Everyone knew that Nano-Lifeforms did not speak with humans, much less produce brainwaves.
And Ma Kang had personally watched Will die—after praying to "Pure White," he was strangled by a thin filament extending from the Nano-Lifeform, then dragged inside. Unless Will had faked his death, or there was some cavity inside Pure White where