A new figure of light and shadow took shape. Li Ziran once again activated the blue patterns on Hippo Ancient City. The patterns accumulated without pause, forming a gateway. The gateway slowly opened, but beyond it was a stretch of crimson-white, as though it connected to a snowfield. As for that fiery-red world it had once communicated with, it had already vanished without a trace.
Clearly, his reckless actions just now had caused the Boundary Wall's connection with that unknown plane to fail.
Looking at those great fish, Li Ziran could not help finding it ridiculous. At last, he understood why these creatures possessed only fragments of rules and had failed to become true Continental Cores.
Perhaps their emergence had been some sort of sudden occurrence. Clearly, the Boundary Wall's connections did not proceed as smoothly as silk.
But none of that had much to do with Li Ziran. The phantoms here still seemed like some kind of bait, and he could not understand how creatures from various planes sensed these things.
There had been no gains here. He had to enter the sludge again. The pain intensified without a moment's pause, yet it was difficult to find any useful Derivative Spaces. Even Derivative Realms that stored discarded creatures were pitifully few. Within the Boundary Wall, there seemed to be nothing but sludge and bottle-shaped structures.
Li Ziran tentatively communicated with the mysterious will. After a string of "zzzt, zzzt, zzzt" sounds, he obtained two bottle-shaped structures.
He could faintly communicate with it and gain a tiny bit of benefit from that will. But whenever he tried to converse thoroughly, that terrifying plundering would descend, forcing him to sever the connection.
Origin!
He needed more Origin—or a brand-new Void Heart.
Yet within this sludge, he simply could not find the