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  "Hmm."

  It seemed that Jiang g did not wish to expin this matter further; he merely nodded.

  For the Fatty, just being able to return alive was already a great thing. He looked at the doctor and asked, with a hint of emotion, the final question: "Doctor," he asked, "You heard that whale song tht?"

  "Hmm."

  "Then..." He moved his body a little closer to the doctor, cautiously, almost ically: "What do you think produced that whale song?"

  Fatty paused, his expression odd, and he lowered his voivoluntarily, "Doctor, I don't know why, but I always feel like the creature that ate us didn't make that whale song."

  "It doesn't seem big enough to produce that kind of sound," Fatty tinued, his tone full of doubt.

  He licked his dry lips, "I've heard the whale song several times. Each time, it was truly shog. You might not believe it, but it felt like it was transmitted directly to my soul. I felt every single cell in my body trembling, and I even heard the heartbeat of the one making the whale song."

  He seemed to fall into a memory, not notig the obvious ge in the doctor's expression. "That heartbeat was very slow, very slow, but extremely powerful. I could even imagihe force it used to press deep water as it expanded."

  "I think..." Fatty raised his head, his expression growing strange as he swallowed. His eyes turned fearful as he looked at the doctor, "Perhaps the people in Bckstoown weren’t lying about this."

  "Go on."

  After a long time, Fatty finally heard the doctor's voice. For some reason, the doctor's tone made him uneasy.

  But Fatty didn’t think too much about it and just followed his ihoughts, tinuing to speak: "Doctor, do you remember their description of... it?"

  His thoughts surged as he seemed to fall into a strange spiral of doubt and self-doubt. On one hand, he waet everything quickly and be freed from the task he had detached from. Oher hand, the creature that made the whale so resurfag in his mind, haunting him. It was as if everything that happened in that world hadn’t ended.

  He felt strange... and deeply fearful, the two emotions iwined.

  He wasn’t sure what he hoped to get from the doctor, but if he didn’t speak, he feared the bizarre feeling in his heart would crush him.

  He found himself repeating the words he had heard earlier, that strange, almost drunken murmur from a wandering poets.

  "No one look upon its true form. Its massive body is covered in hard scales the size of small mountains, and its sharp teeth resemble the steepest mountain peaks. Standing at both ends of it, you see both the sunrise and the su."

  "It is a transdeence, beyond human prehension. Even if humans are within its presehey remain unaware. In its presence, all mortals do is crawl on the ground."

  Because the light was off, Jiang g’s face was hidden in darkness, only a fe tours visible, and his dark eyes seemed even deeper than the night itself.

  Fatty’s words had clearly affected him, not because they expined anything, but because they reminded him of some things he had selectively fotten.

  "Do you remember what Su Xiaoxiao said?" he asked softly.

  Fatty froze for a moment. The doctor's words sourao him, not as if the doctor was trying to expin anything, but merely exging casual words.

  But the doctor was obviously not that kind of person.

  "What did you say, doctor?" Fatty subsciously asked again.

  "Do you remember what Su Xiaoxiao said?" Jiang g asked again, "About her brother."

  "Su An?"

  Jiang g ignored him and tinued: "Su Xiaoxiao said that her brother, Su An, was numbering every tree and every ro the forest, ea his own way."

  "Yes, doctor," Fatty replied, "I remember she said that. She also said that in her brother’s perception, they—the trees, and all the pnts and rocks in the forest—were stantly ging. They... were alive."

  Jiang g shook his head, exhaling as he said, "What Su An was really trying to express wasn’t that they were alive, but that they were stantly moving."

  "Because their positio ging, in his perception, everything in the forest was different from the previous sed."

  Fatty’s eyes slowly widened. He didn’t fully uand the doctor’s words, but he could certainly sense a chilling aura from them.

  He was close to a breakthrough... he could almost taste the truth.

  "Have you ever thought," Jiang g tinued, "Sihis isnd is a proje of reality, then in our real world, there should be a corresponding isnd?"

  His words were not hard to uand. Sihere is a shadow, there must be something iy that casts it.

  This wasn’t some logical falcy like the chi-and-egg problem; it was a tangible phenomenon.

  "But if it exists, why hasn’t it been reized by us in the real world?" Jiang g tinued, "Don’t mention the old woman’s group. Let me tell you something, if such a strahio happen, with the power of the anization behind the old woman, they could bear any amount of loss and still keep going."

  "This is an exploration of the unknown. What it represents is beyond our imagination."

  Fatty, having growo the doctor’s casual demeanor, found himself a little unaced to the doctor being so serious. What uled him even more was the daze, which seemed to be watg him from within the darkness.

  It seemed the doctor had a lot to say, but for some reason, he couldn’t bring himself to speak openly.

  Was it because he feared Fatty wouldn’t uand?

  Fatty didn’t quite think so. He had a sense, perhaps even a guess.

  The doctor didn’t want him to be drawn into a certain vortex because the doctor himself couldn’t escape it.

  That was a realm beyond their reach.

  "So..." Fatty’s lips trembled as he spoke, "They ’t find that isnd, right?"

  Jiang g’s tone became even stranger, almost eerie, "The old woman, that time, robably their st tact with this pce."

  Fatty’s eyes widened. "How they not be able to find it? It’s impossible."

  In Fatty’s memory, that isnd was so vast that it could easily fit aire city.

  The anization behind the old woman, as one of the most powerful entities in human society, possessed an unimaginable amount of energy and teological power.

  Almost nothing on this p could escape its gaze.

  "Fatty," Jiang g said as he closed the door, staring ily at him, "I think that isnd is no longer in the sea."

  (End of the Chapter)

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