Good question.
Ye Buyu said, "Maybe he was too dark for us to see."
The pitch-black shadow squirmed, and Kou Ying answered wearily.
"I'm still here. What do we do now?"
The six battered consciousnesses sighed in unison.
In this godforsaken place where no one would answer their cries, they could not even send a message out.
Wan Lan said, "All we can be thankful for is that those three really are gone."
Mu Bingge's little gleam of water swayed gently. "But we're cut off from the outside now. We haven't heard any news, and we don't even know what era it is."
Lou Guanshan's piece of rubble bounced again, making the red thread beside him tremble.
Ye Buyu angrily swung a slap at him. Oh, she had no hands now.
"If you have something to say, say it. Why bump into me?"
Lou Guanshan said, "I figured you might have a way."
Ye Buyu said, "Like hell I have a way. You're a rock and I'm a thread. Which of us is any better off now?"
Su Wuwei cracked a joke. "Does this count as retribution? Now even Wan Lan isn't human anymore."
Wan Lan said irritably, "Well, we can't just sit here being scraps forever, can we? We should at least find some way to piece our consciousnesses back together and go see what the outside has become."
Kou Ying's shadow quietly spread a little, tracing faint marks. "We'll probably have to piece our Godheads back together before we can get out."
Su Wuwei's faint remnant of light flickered with a touch of helplessness. "The question is, how do we piece Godheads together? I remember what it felt like to condense a Godhead. You must have felt it too.
"If we return to the Present World with our