"What exactly are those crystals?"
Beneath the Text Canopy, Mo Ling asked Martin beside him.
"They are Salt Crystals of Despair."
"Salt?"
"Yes, salt. The salt of despair. When the concentration of despair becomes too high, exceeding the maximum concentration a liquid can bear, it precipitates out of the tears..." Martin explained slowly.
"You mean 'tears'? That sea outside is made of tears?" Mo Ling asked in shock.
"That's right. That sea did not exist originally. It only gradually became a 'sea' after the first Creator appeared and shed the first tear. Tears of despair filled the Abyss Bottom, and even the Entropy Worms that originally lived here were driven away by despair, flying upward into the Abyss."
"So that was it..." Mo Ling nodded in understanding, but he was still deeply shaken. He had never imagined that the sea was actually made of tears.
How many "Creators" had wept their tears for them to gather into such a boundless sea?
And how many worlds had died in the Abyss's deception?
A chill swept through Mo Ling from head to toe. He seemed to see countless despairing human Creators lying on the ground and weeping, their tears soaking the words before flowing into the sea, bitter and salty.
Mo Ling licked his lips. Just imagining that scene made bitterness rise in his mouth.
"The Sea of Despair precipitated the Salt Crystals of Despair. The crystals reflect the object of one's despair, which is why you can see your friend. But you can only see him; you cannot touch where he truly is."
"Then where is he really?" Mo Ling asked urgently. The moment the words left his mouth, he thought of the answer.
Martin pointed upward again. Outside the Text Canopy, the Creator's fingertips trembled as they stroked every word.