As Ji Shanqing rushed to the driver's console and looked at the screen, the vast and endless universe had already been swallowed and submerged into an ocean formed by the gentle undulating and brilliant, changing lights.
Within the ripples of the light, the black rope that connected to Lin Sanjiu still floated in space, as light and ethereal as before. It was like a stroke of black that was drawn by someone, not even moved by the great flood, as if the person connected at the other end was still there.
Indeed, if the Queen Mother had torn the Onion Universe from this place and entered the next layer, it meant that this place was no longer stable and solid. It was very likely that the Great Deluge would rush out from this once-broken place. Although his sister was engulfed by the great flood, there was still a connection between her and the spaceship via this rope. If he followed it...
Before Ji Shanqing could finish this thought, he had already pushed the Exodus and rushed in the direction of the end of the rope.
Doing so was quite risky. It wasn't about Ji Shanqing possibly crashing into the surface of the sun; if he lost his sister, he wouldn't care about his own life. It was just that no one knew what the situation was on the other side of the Great Deluge. If he drove the Exodus headlong into Lin Sanjiu, then she might be utterly doomed.
When his impulsive chase passed, and he realized this, his limbs suddenly went weak, and he almost collapsed into the chair behind him.
"Sis," he muttered, his eyes seeing nothing but the endless, gentle, undulating light. It was as if he hoped that Lin Sanjiu would miraculously hear him. "Sis, please..."
The same dimensional rupture, the same Great Deluge, meant they should appear in the same place. Ji Shanqing, propping himself up with his hand, felt cold and weak all over, like he was waiting for judgment. It seemed to take an eternity for the sweeping flood of light to suddenly darken and recede from his sight.
What appeared in front of him was a large area of color rapidly approaching the Exodus.
The grand prize almost exploded with panic; it was evident that the spaceship was about to crash into something. In a hurried frenzy, he attempted to pull the ship up and turn it. He was unfamiliar with operating the controls, and only after a few intense minutes did he manage to lift the ship before it was destroyed. His heart was beating so violently that his whole body seemed to be shaking.
He was naturally timid, and after such a scare, it took a while for him to recover and slowly realize that something was wrong.
Exodus should have fallen into another layer of the universe. Whether he was now in space or on a planet's surface, he... he shouldn't see this scene.
The vast and massive Exodus, which usually took up a large mountain area, was now hovering between two closely packed tall buildings.
Indeed, they were the common tall buildings found in human society, looking like the very common old residential buildings in crowded big cities. Dirty air conditioning units hung under small, black hole-like windows; black water stains seeped into the walls, colorful clothes were draped on ropes outside the windows, scaffolding with green nets connected one after another, forming fragile ground between buildings that seemed to allow people to walk on.
Even Ji Shanqing couldn't figure out how Exodus could rush between residential buildings without breaking anything. He dared not go out rashly, so he kept looking out from various angles on the ship. The residential buildings were twenty or thirty stories high, crammed together, and the road below was narrow, allowing only two people to pass through at a time. Graffiti, vulgarities, and indecipherable words were painted on the walls near the road surface. Vegetable stalls, large garbage cans, people coming and going with groceries, all in such a narrow alley, chaotic and dense, but still well-ordered.
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Doomsday Wonderland Vol. 13: TBA
Science FictionOoh, who is that on the cover? The description is too spoilery, so just read to find out. Credit to the arist 孤雨傘裙 on Lofter for the image used as the cover.