Collective Transmigration

"Above the gray fog is the ruler of all things; beneath the gray fog is the cage of all living beings."

"The gray fog is the origin of all transcendence, and also the graveyard of all transcendence."

Lin Shan, sleeping soundly on his bed, suddenly jerked awake, and the next second, he abruptly vanished from the bed.

Pain, pain, pain!

My head hurts so much!

On the purple earth, Lin Shan opened his eyes, his black pupils scattered and dazed, but they quickly focused on what was before him-a land blooming with purple other-shore flowers.

The purple other-shore flowers exuded an eerie glow, making it seem at first glance as though the ground had been paved with a layer of purple carpet.

Looking up, towering trees hundreds of meters high and several meters wide stretched endlessly into the sky, making one wonder whether these trees had been growing since the Jurassic period.

The breeze blew, and the petals danced with the wind, trailing ghostly purple light motes, making it feel as though one were inside a fairy tale.

However, all this beauty was soon interrupted by noisy curses.

"The hell is this place? I hadn't even pulled my pants up yet when I went to the bathroom, how the hell did I end up in this ghost place!" a middle-aged uncle squatted on the ground, shouting curses.

"Hey buddy, can you put your pants on first?" someone nearby kindly reminded him.

"Ah, pervert!" a female screamed upon seeing this scene.

A middle-aged man in a suit who looked very steady said in a deep voice, "None of that matters anymore. Figuring out where we are is what's most important."

"Are group transmigrations trendy these days? I even thought I was the protagonist..." a chunibyo teenager muttered.

Lin Shan looked left and right, finding that there were quite a lot of people around, all of whom looked Chinese by their facial features.

He tried his best to keep calm, observing his surroundings without disturbing a single blade of grass or tree here.

Five minutes later, the noisy curses and conversations of the crowd gradually subsided, and they began to nervously observe the surrounding environment, but no one dared to walk around easily.

Not far away, six or seven people seemed to have agreed on something and started moving forward in a group. As someone took the lead to move forward, a team of dozens of people also followed with cautious movements.

"This place is so strange, won't there be any danger?"

"I also think there might be danger; it's still better to follow the main force."

Quite a few people suggested this, obviously harboring fear. Almost no one was willing to continue staying here, and seeing someone take the lead to clear the path, they all swarmed to follow.

This expanse of earth was entirely composed of deep black soil and gravel, with no other plants aside from the huge trees and purple other-shore flowers.

Barely a few minutes into the walk, someone uttered a surprised sound and said, "There's a strangely shaped stone tablet ahead."

"There are patterns and handwriting on it!" someone closer added.

The crowd gathered around the huge stone tablet, which was a full ten-plus meters tall, and could clearly see three huge patterns engraved into it. Each pattern was very concise, executed in just a few sparse strokes yet appearing mystical and unfathomable.

The first pattern depicted an other-shore flower, the very flower everyone was stepping on at their feet.

The second pattern depicted a strange creature, somewhat resembling an ox, but possessing huge, sharp horns disproportionate to its body.

The third pattern was even more inscrutable, carved with only a few horizontal lines and spiral patterns.

Below the three patterns were several lines of small text. It was not the writing of any period on Earth, but somehow, just by looking at it, one knew the meaning of the words, as though they had been directly imprinted into the brain.

Sequence 9 -- Heart Light

Purple Soul Flower, spiritual plant, primary medicine.

Ashatu, corrupted entity, take its horns.

Specter Thread Fish, anomaly, take its ash.

"This flower is called the Purple Soul Flower... Is this some kind of extraordinary pathway?"

Lin Shan recalled the words in his mind, pondering a certain possibility.

There were also many young people whose eyes flickered when they saw the stone tablet, and some even plucked a purple flower from the ground and stuffed it into their pockets.

"Bro, aren't you going to pluck one? This stone tablet can directly imprint knowledge into our brains. According to my many years of webnovel experience, what's recorded on this stone tablet must be some kind of potion formula. Brewing the potion according to the formula and consuming it grants extraordinary abilities!" a youth nearby whispered to Lin Shan.

Lin Shan looked at him in surprise: "No need, my coat doesn't have pockets, and it's best not to pluck the flowers here. If this really involves some kind of extraordinary power, these flowers won't be simple..."

Seeing that Lin Shan was wearing a little bear onesie with only a coat draped over it-a coat that indeed had no pockets-the man smiled and said nothing, nor did he throw away the purple flower.

Lin Shan did not pay him any more mind; he had already given the warning, and if trouble really arose, he couldn't blame anyone else. To take a step back, if the formula really was a potion, there were so many flowers here, and coming back to harvest them later wouldn't be too late.

Although staying by the stone tablet could provide a sense of security, constantly stopping there was not a solution either. The crowd once again advanced to explore, still led by the seven people in front, with the large force of dozens following behind. Lin Shan also sandwiched himself in the crowd; at this stage, only a fool would detach from the team.

Walking aimlessly for over an hour, the noisy curses and conversations among the crowd gradually increased again. They glanced around, gazing into the unchanging scenery in the distance, their expressions extremely ugly.

Lin Shan could understand this urge of theirs to curse their mothers. At times like this, walking on without a destination would make their inner fear grow more and more, and fear would bring out human nature to the fullest...

Right at that moment, a muscular man ran quickly to the front, blocked the procession, and cursed:

"God damn it, walk, walk, walk! Are you ever going to finish? Do you think we're just going to keep walking like this forever? How can you be certain we won't just go deeper and deeper? If you keep walking, you're going to get all of us killed!"

"Then what do you suggest? Why don't you lead the way?" a fashionably dressed female from the leading group retorted.

Seeing that the two were about to quarrel, a middle-aged uncle in the leading group cleared his throat and spoke loudly:

"Everyone, this is not the time for infighting. For quite a long time to come, we will face danger together. Therefore, although we have met by chance, we are also each other's few remaining partners right now."

"First, let me introduce myself. I'm with the Huaxia military, and I won't disclose my specific position. My teammates here are also not ordinary people; they are respectively the country's top biologists, geographers, botanists, and medical doctors..."

"Does it feel incredible? I don't know if any of you have noticed, but the ones who transmigrated are all talented individuals with top-tier skills in various fields-don't deny it, the fact is just like that. And the few people beside me are those I met during our previous conversations; their professional knowledge might just be the hope for us to survive in another world."

Hearing this, everyone froze for a moment and began asking the people around them what they did for a living.

"Brother, what do you do?"

"I'm just a university professor, can't really count as a top talent." The middle-aged man beside him smiled bitterly and waved his hand.

"Which university?"

"Tsinghua."

"This humble one runs a detective agency, somewhat well-known..."

"Sister, what do you do?" A woman also asked the person beside her.

"Ah? I don't have any special skills... I just won first place on Super Brain before..."

The burly man who had blocked the way was also stunned. He was the champion of this year's boxing championship. If throwing punches could also be considered a talent, then he indeed counted as a talent...

"It was my fault just now, but you guys at least need to spell out a plan. Walking straight ahead without a word this whole time is way too unnerving." The burly man softened his stance and went on to ask the question everyone wanted to ask.

"Let me explain." An intellectual-looking woman wearing a white long-sleeved shirt and green suit pants stepped forward.

She pushed up her glasses and said:

"The first step we need to take is to look for water sources. This is the foundation for survival. What we can already confirm is that we are no longer on Earth. Methods on Earth for finding water sources based on weather or the distribution of plant growth are no longer applicable; we can only search based on the terrain. While it looked like we were advancing aimlessly, we've actually been walking toward low-lying areas all along."

"Oh, so that's how it is." Some people whispered among themselves in the crowd.

There were also people who kept silent; they had long since figured out the leading team's intentions through the direction they were heading.