Sunken Seabed

Mo Ling licked his lips. That pickled mustard tuber had brought back his memories of humanity, keeping him from continuing to sink into that vast universe.

"Wait!"

He looked at the departing tentacle and shouted, trying to stop it, but it swam farther and farther away. In the end, it left behind only a hazy halo before vanishing into the murky deep sea.

Was it Martin? Or something else?

Why was there pickled mustard tuber?

Mo Ling's heart was full of confusion. He wanted to chase after the tentacle, yet he did not dare take a single step. He feared that his footsteps would crush the worlds atop those pixels. One light step from him might mean the destruction of countless universes.

In the pitch-black seawater, the ground glittered like gemstones. Farther away, it became blurry halos that stretched endlessly into the distance, with no end in sight.

Mo Ling was still thinking about how to leave when the colorful ground suddenly began shaking again.

As if an earthquake had struck, Mo Ling was flung straight off the ground and hurled into the air.

The ground moved.

Through the increasingly murky seawater, he could vaguely see the entire ground tilting at an angle. Countless bubbles surged upward along the slanted ground, while the water was churned into countless small whirlpools.

Mo Ling realized that the slanted ground was actually drifting farther and farther away from him.

The ground can move too?

Caught in the turbulent current, Mo Ling was tossed around so violently that he could not tell whether the ground was moving or he was moving. Every frame of reference around him had become utterly chaotic. He only felt the world spinning, and even his sense of gravity had gone wrong.

After the colorful ground had moved some distance