The black-robed figure did not answer, merely standing there in silence.
The darkness beneath its hood seemed like a pair of eyes scrutinizing Chen Lin.
After a long moment, a voice devoid of emotion, seemingly formed directly from the laws of heaven and earth, rang out in Chen Lin's sea of consciousness.
"Do not be nervous."
"I am not a living being, merely a recorded projection."
A recorded projection?
Chen Lin's brows knitted tightly, but he did not lower his guard. "What kind of recorded projection?"
"A preprogrammed routine." The black-robed figure's voice remained utterly placid. "I am activated only when the Transfer Station's stationmaster successfully transcends mortality, becomes an immortal, and sets foot on the true immortal path."
Transcends mortality... sets foot on the immortal path?
Something stirred in Chen Lin's mind, and he understood at once.
It meant Foundation Establishment!
"The Transfer Station... did you create it?" Chen Lin voiced his greatest uncertainty.
"No," the black-robed figure answered bluntly. "But I left the Transfer Station in your plane here!"
A storm of shock surged through Chen Lin's heart.
"You mean there are more Transfer Stations like this one?"
"Of course." There seemed to be a trace of... matter-of-factness in the black-robed figure's voice. "Across the heavens and myriad worlds, there are many garbage Transfer Stations like the one beneath your feet."
Chen Lin fell silent.
This revelation completely overturned everything he had believed.
He had thought he was the chosen one, the sole lucky soul.
Now it seemed he was merely another product on an assembly line?
"Why did you leave the Transfer Station here?" he asked.
"I do not know!"
"What number is the one beneath my feet?" he asked.
"Serial number: 9527."
"..."
The corner of Chen Lin's mouth twitched.
*Why did that number sound so