Dimensional Hotel-Chapter 559: Fusion
Countless cracks, large and small, opened on the surface of the surrounding rotten remnants, innumerable scarlet eyes crowded in the rifts, moving, trembling—at this moment, Yu Sheng only felt a chill rush from his heel straight to the top of his head, and even considered where he’d like to be buried this time.
Just bury me here.
However, in the next second, the expected mental pollution and shadowy black tide did not appear.
Those scarlet eyes moving slowly in the cracks merely stared fixedly here, taking no other "action" besides watching and slowly shifting with Yu Sheng’s cautious steps.
Erin felt a bit creepy being stared at, clutching Yu Sheng’s hair tightly, her small hand reflexively tightened, "Yu, Yu Sheng, I’m a bit scared, what’s with these eyes?"
"Although I don’t know what’s going on, it seems like they don’t intend to attack..." Yu Sheng said while patting Erin’s small paw. "Hey, careful not to pull my hair out."
"If it comes out, you’ll grow new hair in your next life," Erin instinctively retorted with trash talk, but then dutifully loosened her grip a bit, watching Yu Sheng continue to approach the direction of the three pillars, quickly reminding, "Be careful, this thing’s style is different from the surroundings; maybe the ’World Bridge’ control mechanism has its defense mechanism..."
Yu Sheng: "Is there bloodshed ahead?"
"Well, I haven’t seen any yet," Erin promptly replied, but then added, "But since I got here, I’ve been feeling dizzy, and constantly hearing a buzzing noise, so maybe I’m not judging accurately."
Yu Sheng didn’t say much more, just raised his hand to gently pat the little puppet’s back while slowly coming to the pillar closest to him.
The massive floating cube above continued its process of transformation and recombination; upon closer inspection, he noticed the edges of the cube were also covered with complex, mysterious patterns—different from the "Omen Runes" on the Omen Banner, but inexplicably, Yu Sheng felt one small part of the rune’s structure seemed somewhat familiar, as if... he’d seen it somewhere as a variant of some symbol.
He shared his feeling, but Erin just shook her head, indicating that she couldn’t recall anything.
The low and indistinct noise echoed around, sounding like countless eager overlapping whispers, Yu Sheng tilted his ear to distinguish them, but couldn’t clearly hear what those whispers were saying.
After a slight hesitation, he pressed his hand onto the pillar in front of him.
The blood connection instantly strengthened.
The noise abruptly intensified into a tidal wave, as though a caution spinning through decaying, collapsing memories for three thousand years, surging and roaring—
"...Go to the ark... there’s still a ray of hope, don’t look back..."
Yu Sheng paused for a moment, then felt his consciousness seemed to be suddenly "pulled" into something, plunging madly into darkness, while innumerable scarlet eyes surrounded him like stars in the night sky, turning into a frenzied whirlpool rushing towards him, deep within the whirlpool, yet, there was a faint, weak voice eagerly speaking to him—
"Please, don’t destroy it..."
...
The inverted fragmented Black Tower hung over the city, crookedly as though the space station would crush the earth, countless weird rifts had already covered the Big Shield, the shield flickered violently, shadowy aberrations invading the city wandered through the mist, corrupting the earthly world.
Dense fog covered more than half of Boundary City, everywhere there were the thunders of cannon fire, smoke rising, troops hastily mobilized from outside the border were concentrating efforts to destroy the invading monsters within the city and attempting to close the largest rifts, but the fragile Boundary Land could no longer accommodate more battlefield forces—
The "horn" sound from the Council Tower could hardly maintain the stability of the entire city, light purple mists repeatedly appeared at the city’s edge, in the most heavily eroded districts, the eerie black obsidian pillars even once pierced the barriers of reality again, revealing a deeper insane scenery than Mist City.
Yet at a certain moment, the inverted fragmented Black Tower suddenly stopped "growing"—amongst a tremendous noise as if a grand mechanism had stalled, the "World Bridge," which had penetrated the Big Shield hundreds of meters and whose structure had already touched the top of the Council Tower, abruptly came to a halt, and then, the viscous shadow ceaselessly dripping from the World Bridge’s edge began to rapidly dwindle.
At the edge of the old city, beneath the largest rift, the long-haired princess wielding a golden giant scythe lifted her head, somewhat amazed at the sky, the vast ground around her was covered by a "throne" formed by golden hair, countless golden swords, spears, and halberds stood like a forest around the "throne," outside the range were countless dark shadows just slain, rapidly turning into smoke and dust.
"Why... why did it stop?" The blonde girl slightly furrowed her brows, her hand still gripping the giant scythe without relaxing, "Has my brother succeeded?"
No one around could answer her. The Bone-devouring Immortal, wearing an iron mask, was trembling slightly, mumbling incessantly, "I don’t know, I want to go home... I don’t know... I want to return to the Demon Suppression Tower..."
Strands of blood-colored "fog" floated in the surrounding air. The "Diffusion Device" equipped with a large blood storage tank was placed on the ground near the long-haired princess. The blood fog released from the Diffusion Device hovered over the district, making the "Fairy Tales" members within the blood fog fight more and more valiantly — but for those who hadn’t undergone formal "Blood Transfer," being immersed in such a blood fog felt like being subjected to profound physical and mental erosion and transformation every second.
The Bone-devouring Immortal could feel those wisps of fog continuously seeping into her body, even infiltrating her mind and memories. Sometimes, she would even forget who she was and why she had come here. The annoying flesh kept her from embracing the blood’s immersion. For a brief moment, she seriously considered dismantling herself right there to fully soak in that scarlet mist...
She suddenly awakened from this self-destructive impulse, immediately hearing another round of screeching noises from the sky.
Mo Ran, who was guarding the nearby intersection with a sword, quickly looked up upon hearing the noise, only to see that the surface of the Broken Tower hanging upside down above the city was... spreading a sheet of crimson.
Initially, countless cracks appeared on the outer shell of the "World Bridge." Those fissures, leading to unknown dimensions, rapidly adopted a bloodlike hue. Then the red color began to spread along the fissures, branching out into even finer patterns from the fissure’s ends. Countless cracks connected together, resembling... a web.
In various parts of the old city, within the multiple areas where "Fairy Tales" members battled separately, the small and large blood fogs created by the Blood Grenade and Diffusion Device seemed to be influenced by an invisible force. Threads of crimson light began rising from the city, surging ever faster towards the Broken Tower being rapidly covered by the "blood-red web."
The speed of the red fissures’ spread further accelerated, staining the entire tower entering the Boundary Land almost in the blink of an eye, even covering that tilting Black Stone Space Station!
Above the city, the hundred-meter-tall true form of Yun Qingzi watched the tower turning red, suddenly stroking his beard and smiling slightly, nodding slightly, "Hmm... this procedure seems familiar..."
...
Yu Sheng felt as though his senses had been thrown into a new "body" of immense size — larger even than the Inference Star Body from before, and even larger than the entire Shuji. It was a kind of transcendent structure beyond closed spacetime, an enormous construct that could only be conceptualized in mathematical terms, spanning dimensions.
He felt he was at a spacetime distortion point deep in the starfield, yet simultaneously above the Boundary Land. He could clearly see Little Red Riding Hood leading the team to resist the intruding entities in the mist-covered city and also saw in the chaotic space, the ruins of a collapsing divine temple with Fox Fire rising, a decaying Divine Corpse shimmering with countless eyes, the fractured World Bridge spanning the spacetime rift, and the invisible web doing its utmost to draw in these fragmentary structures, delaying the World Bridge’s breakdown.
He halted in the darkness, seeing countless vast constructs emerging around him — the mysterious runes moving swiftly and repositioning in the dark, the transforming and recombining cubes and monoliths amidst spacetime anomalies, the brilliant light flow coursing through energy pipelines, swelling and contracting energy glands, crumbling imaginary number computing units, and the superstring structures connecting these elements.
Is this the true form of the "World Bridge"? Or is it the knowledge carried by the World Bridge projected as an image in his mind?
Yu Sheng then saw massive "lightning" resembling energy out of control swiftly sweeping through all those complex and astounding constructs. Each energy surge further exacerbated the World Bridge’s disintegration.
In the darkness, a voice rang out —
"It’s... it’s already broken. It was my carelessness... I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to..."
The voice was intermittent, gentle and uneasy.
"Everyone really struggled to build it... We didn’t have other materials; we used parts from our own bodies..."
Yu Sheng rotated his gaze, attempting to find the source of the voice in the dark.
"I’ve always wanted to fix it, but I can’t fix it. It also wants to heal me, but I don’t know why, nothing seems to help..."
Yu Sheng saw a small cluster of flickering campfire flames.
Amidst the enormous energy pipelines driving the World Bridge’s operation, nearly transparent flames were burning out of thin air.
Beside the campfire stood a small figure, a golden-haired Puppet, with part of its face covered by a shapeless shadow. Her arms displayed an apparent ball joint structure, while the torso was clad in a luxurious black shell with ornate patterns. Beyond that, the Puppet’s entire lower body seemed fused with a more massive structure, swelling and writhing in the flickering light and shadow of the transparent campfire.
