What's wrong with me?
Mo Ling's field of vision contained only blinding firelight. He could no longer feel the existence of his body.
He had only grabbed a piece of firewood. Why had it turned out like this?
Perhaps he had forcibly used a human body to resist the Sea of Despair's rejection, and his body had been crushed apart...
But if his body had been crushed apart, why did his consciousness still remain?
Mo Ling was confused, and his vision continued to travel through the firelight.
Though he could not feel the temperature around him, he could guess that it must be warm here—far warmer than the frigid Sea of Despair.
Just as he was wondering, he suddenly heard someone calling to him from deep within the flames.
"Mo Ling! Mo Ling!"
It was Lu Youqi's voice! Had he been successfully rescued?
Mo Ling eagerly reached toward the voice, but he did not see Lu Youqi.
Then he heard another familiar voice. It belonged to Martin.
"We need to find something to put him in..."
Put him in something?
Put what in something?
Mo Ling continued looking in the direction Martin's voice came from, but he still could not see anything. The firelight was simply too bright.
He tried to shout, hoping to get Lu Youqi and Martin's attention, but he could not even feel his own body. Naturally, he could not make a sound.
Lu Youqi and Martin were still talking. They seemed to be discussing something about a "container" and "material selection," but their voices gradually grew softer until he could no longer hear them clearly.
It was like being covered by layer upon layer of blankets. People outside were constantly talking, yet their voices could no longer get through, leaving only intermittent rustling noises.
Mo Ling