inspire-indiana Chapter 612 is completely formatted?
Chapter 612 is completely formatted?
“Azathoth——!”
The voice was forcibly cut off by a harsh electromagnetic friction sound, and then resumed suddenly, with Zhan Qing's signature temper:
"That bastard asked me who I was... Of course I'm Gongyang Zhanqing!!"
The ending tone suddenly rose an octave, exploding with her own fear—
"No way?! Again—?!"
Zhan Qing's voice instantly lost its eloquence, replaced by an inhuman roar! Violent energy ripples exploded from her... or rather, the dog-headed gate... body, slamming fiercely into the husky phantom! "The key to the gate! Wozhinendie--!!"
The Nine Heavens duo watched helplessly as Zhan Qing's projected body roared and self-destructed, then forcibly reassembled in an instant! Clearly, the little transcendental power she had stolen during her brief escape back into the "real" world was now being thrown out with a desperate gamble!
The moment the words fell, the Husky's head seemed to be tugged by an invisible leash, and it let out a "woof--" sound.
(Yu Wenjin said: This time the auditory hallucination was incredibly real!)
Then, along with the vortex in the center and the shadows of Zhan Qing's fierce and resolute eyes, with a "poof" sound, they collapsed and disappeared like a popped soap bubble.
All that was left was a circle of extremely irregular, faint energy ripples and a few... slowly falling, glowing dandelion seeds.
The inky glow of the Tai Chi jade pendant on Qi Mo's waist completely extinguished, leaving it cold and silent. Only the white portion representing Su Mohui still flickered faintly and stubbornly. He twisted his neck stiffly and looked at Yu Wenjin, who was also frozen like a statue beside him.
"Can you understand what this situation is like?"
Qi Mo's voice was filled with the weakness of someone whose worldview had been repeatedly trampled upon.
Yu Wenjin stared blankly, and shook his head slowly and extremely uncertainly, then murmured as if to convince himself: "It looks...as if...it's going to work?" The tone was so hollow that even he didn't believe it.
"But..." Qi Mo pinched the Tai Chi jade pendant at his waist, his knuckles turning pale from the excessive force. The jade, which should have been warm, was now icy cold. "I can't feel Zhan Qing's presence anymore!"
His throat felt dry, as if a ball of cotton were stuffed in it, and he felt an almost absurd sense of certainty. The white portion of the jade pendant still flickered faintly, Su Mohui's mark, but the flickering only made the inky black portion seem even more dead.
"No way!!" Yu Wenjin's head buzzed, completely shutting down. He swallowed hard, "If Su Mohui knew we lost her, she would beat her to death with her life-pen, right?!"
The word "Ah" suddenly rose in pitch at the end, turning into a broken scream, echoing in the lonely and empty Xuanji Stage with genuine fear.
He could almost see the scene—
The life-judging pen in Su Mohui's hand is no longer a tool to outline life and death, but a deadly weapon stained with the aura of "physical salvation", chasing him, the Candle Dragon, and whipping him all over the nine heavens!
But the sharp whistling sound of the Pansheng pen passing through the air definitely made his scalp tingle more than the distorted "Harvest March" in the Gate Key area just now!
On the Xuanji stage, where the huge "door" (or the husky-head-shaped entrance to another dimension) projected by the throne connecting the moon and the unknown dimension disappeared, only a few lonely, glowing dandelion seeds were still spinning slowly.
The absurd feeling of relief that "it seems to be working" was instantly swallowed up by a huge, bottomless nothingness.
One second, two seconds, three seconds... Dozens of seconds passed, and it was still very quiet...
Even the clouds that had been twisted by the will of the Gate Key were frozen in mid-air, and the sweet fragrance solidified into a cold mockery.
"Sense it again! You must sense it!" Yu Wenjin almost threw himself to the edge of the Xuanji platform, his hands shaking violently as if he had Parkinson's disease, pressing on the cold jade table engraved with star runes.
His eyes widened, and a candle-like golden-red light suddenly lit up in the depths of his pupils. He frantically poured the power of the Candle Dragon into his star disk: "Connect it for me! Connect to that crazy woman's consciousness!"
But at this moment, the pointer in the center of the astrolabe suddenly jumped up, like a mad dog that was wound up, and began to rotate and collide at high speed in an irregular manner, continuously emitting a "clicking" sound that was so dense that it made one's teeth ache.
The area on the disk representing the door key area is now empty, even more "empty" than the vacuum of the universe - it is not a simple disappearance, but more like an indescribable "information black hole" left after being violently erased by an eraser.
The tiny dot representing Zhan Qing? Completely gone, not even a trace left. Instead, those slowly drifting dandelion seeds, as the star disk's light swept across them, strangely left behind a few extremely faint, seemingly fading data traces.
"Calm down!" Qi Mo growled, forcibly suppressing the absurdity and a hint of barely perceptible panic that was churning in his heart.
He forced himself to shift his attention away from the silent jade pendant and his gaze fell on the Xuanji platform in front of him...
At this moment, he was sitting cross-legged on the throne that symbolized the ancient majesty of Emperor Fuxi. However, this reincarnated Human Emperor was using this supreme authority to do something extremely down-to-earth, even a little vulgar.
Qi Mo pressed the Tai Chi jade pendant, now shimmering with only white light, firmly into the center of the remaining spatial ripples. And his divine power, in an extremely tricky, almost "fleecing" manner...
He forcibly pried open the weak energy circuits left by the ripples, trying to pull out a trace of information about Zhan Qing left, even if it was only one ten-thousandth of the energy fluctuations left before she disappeared!
On the side, Yu Wenjin had fallen into a "mad state" at this time. When the power of Zhulong's supreme godhead was stimulated by him without reservation, even the surface of his skin began to show faint red-gold dragon scale textures. The violent divine consciousness was like an invisible tentacle, frantically exploring the empty area, trying to forcibly communicate something.
"She seems...completely formatted?!" After a moment, the abnormality on his skin disappeared, and his voice was hoarse as if he had survived a disaster. He seemed to be comforting Qi Mo, but also seemed to be trying hard to convince himself.
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! Su Mohui's white light is still flashing in your jade pendant. Her soul lamp should not be extinguished!" At this time, he needed this "should be" to support himself.
No one responded to him. The chaotic nebula that had reappeared on the Xuanji stage was just spinning silently, emitting an icy aura that swallowed everything.
But Qi Mo's expression became even uglier at this moment——