Its surface was smooth, without a single crease, and its blackness was unlike anything Gao Ming had ever seen.
It was neither as deep as the night sky nor as evil as the Dark Shrine. It seemed to represent endless possibilities, absolute stillness, an eternal underlying shade.
"The Smart Brain of Xinhu Smart City is inside this box?"
Gao Ming had pulled every living creature in the building into dreams. Even the rats in the sewers were enjoying dreams of bullying cats, yet he still felt as though something was watching him.
"You're the one watching me."
Gao Ming approached and stopped, trying to find the other presence with his own eyes. His gaze fixed on the enormous Black Box.
There was no response, no answer. The Black Box had no seams or signs of manufacture, no doors, windows, or holes.
He raised his hand, Blood City Ghost Markings winding around his fingers. Just as Gao Ming was about to touch the Black Box with a power forbidden in reality, he felt a bone-chilling cold. Enormous darkness and terror seemed to envelop his body in an instant. He could not describe what the other presence actually was. No word in the world could accurately describe it; only a vague term could sum it up—the unknowable.
He could not see its form, hear its voice, or speak its name. He knew nothing related to it. It seemed to be an illusory existence, yet the fear it brought Gao Ming was utterly real.
"It's inside this Black Box."
Both sides had sensed each other, and the danger each posed.
In reality, a Dream Ghost was far less constrained than an unspeakable, but the other presence had occupied this place for a long time and spent years laying its plans. No one could