Chapter 1487 - The Omniscient Custodian (1/2)
Nightingale stooped down and used her fingers to touch the ground. Upon raising her hand, the two discovered that her fingertips were as clean as before without a speck of dust.
This was clearly not normal.
Provided that the repeated cycles of the Battle of Divine Will had never stopped, the Radiation People would not be the only victors to have attempted to explore the Bottomless Land. Be it a slip, a fall or an intentional drop, there should have been traces or evidence to such instances, much less mentioning natural falling rocks and sand.
For the place to remain sparkling clean throughout the years and months made it inevitable for people to think that there was someone responsible for cleaning the bottom of the sinkhole daily.
“Hey, Wendy, can you hear me?” Nightingale took out the Sigil of Listening and spoke into it, but received no response. “It doesn’t work… It seems like we have exceeded the communicating distance.”
“Even if we were close, it might not work.” Serakkas spoke concisely. “If God doesn’t want anyone to leave this place with secrets, it shouldn’t be difficult for him to summon a barrier of some sort.”
“Right…” She shrugged. “What do we do next?”
Anna stared at the belt of light on the ground for a long time, then spoke up. “Do you guys think that these ‘lights’ are leading us somewhere?”
They flickered in a regular pattern like ripples that resonated from their feet and disappeared into the darkness—aside from where they stood, the entire place remained unmoved, as though the entire place was in deep sleep.
Silent Disaster tried walking in another direction that resulted in the light following her, but it remained to flow towards its initial location.
“Yes it does.”
“God is inviting us… Interesting.” Nightingale held the rifle in hand. “We have to meet him then.”
The three followed the light and advanced slowly into the quiet cave. Approximately ten minutes later, a bright entrance appeared before them.
Compared to the darkness from before that prevented them from even seeing their fingers, the light and visibility undoubtedly made them relax—no one liked walking in complete darkness, to be unaware of the surroundings, and what lay ahead. Although they were underground, the light enabled them to view their surroundings.
“Is this truly the Realm of Mind…” Nightingale could not help but ask.
“Why do you say that?” Anna turned and asked.
“Because it is related to the consciousness.” She scratched her head. “Whether it’s called the Realm of Mind or Origin of Magic, it sounds like something intangible and illusory. But this place…”
“Feels like it was created.” Silent Disaster suddenly spoke up.
Be it the walls or the ground, the long passageway was completely unlike that of an ethereal illusion. They were solid and level with clear edges and protrusions which were pleasing to the eyes. At the same time, the translucent metals were able to release light voluntarily. Regardless of whether they were activated by footsteps or them applying pressure with their hands, the lights were extremely responsive. Furthermore, the lights lit up faster the stronger the pressure, with occasional unfamiliar symbols that would appear. It was unlike the imposing and solemn vibes as expected of a Divine Domain.
“Maybe the Realm of Mind was created.” Anna’s reply startled the two. “Just like you and me… or should I say, like a civilization.”
Nightingale swallowed her saliva. “Isn’t the other party… God?”
“The two aren’t contradictory.” Anna shook her head. “I’ve heard Roland mention it before, the reason why Lan had called it God was because it was the easiest explanation we could understand. Just like how we are Gods to ants—”
She shuddered. “This is truly a loathsome explanation.”
“Yes,” Silent Disaster agreed unexpectedly. “But I can understand.”
Nightingale was about to say something when she discovered they had reached the end of the passageway.
“Did we… get lost?”