The signal remained intermittent.
But Lin Feng finally opened his eyes.
Or rather, he thought he had opened them.
His body was unbearably heavy, and a great deal more stone crust had formed over the Source Seed's bronze vessel.
He looked like a stone man.
As he continued sinking into the darkness, Lin Feng established his position.
He was not far from that enormous mouth.
That enormous mouth had also been "cut apart."
Here was here, and there was there. Lin Feng could see that it was still together, but existed in the form of "slices."
Not far from Lin Feng was a place where two kinds of nature intertwined. Counting the mouth, that made three.
What the hell was this mouth?!
Why was it so utterly fearless of death?
Could it actually be "appetite"?
Was it really that absurd?
As these thoughts passed through Lin Feng's mind, red light flowed over his body as he tried to locate Libationer Zhang.
He had little success.
His surroundings were too chaotic.
In that case, if they fell into some fragment of time, they might actually have a chance of survival.
Staying here meant certain death.
He kept drawing closer to the Source Seed's gate.
As one of the greatest creations in history.
The Bronze Gate represented the pinnacle of human wisdom.
It had formed an environment akin to nature.
It was humanity's attempt to probe the workings of power, and apparently, it had succeeded.
And that was not all.
Lin Feng discovered traces of Nightmare nearby.
Nightmare was like a lump of gelatinous modeling clay, constantly stretching out the skin of the glove.
Vast amounts of power surged out of its body, overwhelming this place.
"Dream Entry Technique."
"Dream-Delivering Technique."
"Dream-Inducing Technique."
"How to create a beautiful nightmare."
Lin Feng's pupils