In the heart of Mexico City stood a blackish-brown giant tower over a thousand meters tall, thrusting straight into the sky!
From afar, it was impossible to tell what material the tower was made of. It had been built crookedly and unevenly, like building blocks haphazardly stacked by a child, or an installation art piece created by some postmodernist like Dali.
Its sections varied in thickness, and its surface was either smooth or covered in wrinkles. Strange things resembling limbs and organs occasionally protruded from it, bringing to mind the reproductive-worship spaceship from Alien, or fertility-worship sculptures found among indigenous tribes.
According to the Western Bible, all humans on earth originally spoke the same language and wished to build a towering structure that reached Heaven, so they could see where the gods dwelled. When the tower was half-built, God became displeased and made human languages different. Unable to communicate while building the tower, people each did as they pleased, ultimately creating a chaotic tower of countless architectural forms that could not be unified. Their great undertaking of reaching Heaven thus failed.
Babel meant chaos.
This towering structure gave off an impression of madness, chaos, and something indescribable beyond words!
The instant Shen Feng saw it, he was overcome by a wave of dizziness.
He had felt this sensation when the Void Lord had nearly descended, and when he had first dissected a zombie brain and delved deep into the consciousness within it.
It was a feeling of endless emptiness, coupled with a sense of being as insignificant and humble as dust.
As though his very existence had no meaning at all, merely an inconsequential joke.
This time, the feeling was much stronger than when he dissected the zombie brain, yet far weaker than when the Void Lord had nearly descended.