"Thump! Thump! Thump..."
As his heart restarted and his cognition took hold, he overwrote the "established fact" that every bone in his body had been crushed. He climbed up from the ground completely unharmed, then quickly searched for Lao Mo.
"I'm in the Gallery! I'm beside Lao Mo! I'm in the Gallery, and Lao Mo is beside me!"
"I'm in the Gallery! I'm in the Gallery..."
He remembered Lao Mo's instructions and did not use his identity anchor to locate himself. Instead, he used only the most basic anchoring method-anchoring himself through Lao Mo's location.
This was an extremely unreasonable way to anchor himself. The further a layer departed from reality, the harder it became to anchor himself back, and the more conditions he needed. Using only "the Gallery" and "Lao Mo" was simply unrealistic.
But what if Lao Mo himself was guiding him back as well?
A two-way anchor was as unbreakable as iron chains.
Lin Yi soon spotted Lao Mo's silhouette in the gray fog a short distance ahead.
"Lao Mo..." he called out with difficulty.
"Whoosh-"
Lao Mo's figure broke through the gray fog and appeared before Lin Yi.
"Don't worry. I'm here."
His dry, hoarse voice nevertheless offered the reassurance of an immovable pillar.
He reached out to the staggering Lin Yi, looking so much like Whitebeard that one almost feared his next words would be, "Become my son."
Lao Mo pulled Lin Yi up and steadied him. Lin Yi hurriedly said, "Lao Mo, I..."
"I know." Lao Mo seemed deeply wary of this and quickly interrupted him. "Don't linger. Let's leave first."
Lin Yi naturally understood how serious the problem was and hurried after Lao Mo, heading deeper into the Gallery. As he left, however, he discovered that the little girl had already vanished.
Even