The stars—and even the entire City of Terror itself—were manifestations and reflections of the ancient gods' will.
Fortunately, they weren't like the ancient gods themselves, with complete minds. Though, the indescribable ancient gods might not have had minds either. But Yu Xing had seen [Them], so he'd just assume the ancient gods could think like people, too. In any case, once they realized they'd lost their coordinates and hadn't found the people causing trouble, those gazes from deep space withdrew and didn't descend again.
It was as if they'd failed to catch their target right away, so the matter was over.
After all, they didn't have brains. They wouldn't suddenly remember at some point that they'd missed a target, then get the urge to scan the area again.
So the three of them were temporarily safe.
The moss had protected them for a while, following its master's thoughts. Then, with a blink of those bloodcurdling eyes and a child's giggle, it silently sank into the walls and floor it clung to, vanishing from sight.
Yu Xing could clearly sense the moss disappearing from this dimension altogether. In that regard, Lingren's moss seemed just like his own branches: both could move back and forth between the dimensions of reality and nothingness.
Nearby, Lingren finally opened his eyes and looked up.
The spherical, sealed space had returned to how it had been at first. Only the giant heart in the middle remained, dead and reduced to a layer of skin that hung limply, its flesh and blood gone.
Edgar had said that killing it was a prerequisite for leaving. But once the heart was gone, no door suddenly opened to reveal the light of the real world.
So they would have to find the exit themselves.
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