In the void of consciousness, countless stars turned into a mirror of flowing light.
Angel looked at the mirror. His current appearance was clearly reflected in the mirror, but in the center of his body, which represented the anchor point, there was an obviously bright light spot. It was like a light path spreading out from the darkness.
Countless tiny rays of light are emitted internally, forming a complete body.
Come to think of it, this light spot is what Laplace said is the aura that contains consciousness.
Angel reached out his hand and slowly touched the spot of light in the mirror.
His fingers did not touch anything real, but the moment they touched the mirror surface, they passed directly through it. Along with the ripples, Angel felt a familiar suction force.
There was no resistance to this suction, and it was allowed to float into the mirror with its body shell.
The moment he entered the mirror, Angel felt like he was falling, and various strange pictures began to appear around him. Some were stars, some were mottled with light and shadow, and some intertwined star paths... But these pictures all followed Ange.
I kept falling and began to become more and more unreal.
Illusion reaches its end, and the seeds of reality begin to sprout.
Angel also opened his eyes at this moment.
Then, he saw a bright full moon.
It's just that this "full moon" is very close to him, as if it is right in front of his eyes.
Just as Angel was staring at the huge full moon, for some unknown reason, an ancient tree shrouded in colorful mist slowly emerged in the center of the full moon.
Angel blinked, and the big tree disappeared into the full moon again, as if everything before was just a figment of his imagination.
Angel continued to stare at the full moon with confusion, but the full moon began to slowly become darker, as if a layer of dark clouds had appeared, covering the bright jade plate.
When the full moon was completely immersed in darkness, Angel felt weightless and falling again.
Moreover, it fell faster than before.
Angel could even hear a long whistling sound around him, like the sound of hunting wind or the howling of some animal.
After a few seconds, Angel finally stood still. This time, unlike when he stood still in the void of consciousness before, he was truly standing on the "earth".
Behind you is an endless wilderness, and in front of you are rolling black coniferous mountains.
However, these coniferous forests look a bit strange, like cones growing out of the earth without any branches or branches.
Where is this place? Angel is a little confused. Didn't he say he wanted to go to the location of Laplace? Didn't he say he wanted to see paintings? How did he come to this dark wasteland?
"Laplace?" Angel tried to shout.
Soon, a familiar voice sounded behind him: "I'm here."
Angel looked back and saw that Laplace had appeared in the wasteland at some point and walked towards him step by step.
It's just that the "Laplace" in front of him is slightly different from the one he usually sees.
The face is still the same, but this Laplace no longer has long silver-white hair, but has turned into jet-black hair like splashing ink. - Although the hair is still the same long, also the same curled, by her
Used as a seat.
In addition to the different color of his hair, Laplace's eyes have also changed. They used to be heterochromatic, but now they have turned into light golden eyes.
With golden eyes and black hair, there is an inexplicable sense of mystery.
"You..." Angel sorted out his words: "You also made a body for yourself?"
Laplace frowned: "I'm going to pick your words, they're as out of touch as ever."
"No, I just borrowed a clone that was left here."
"Clone?" Angel looked at Laplace in confusion: "Where is this place? Why is there your clone?"
Laplace looked deeply at Angel and did not answer. Instead, he raised a strand of hair and put it in Angel's hand.
When the hair fell on Angel's palm, Angel suddenly heard a loud and rhythmic beating sound of "dong dong dong". This sound was like thunder and rage.
In an instant, it swept through the entire wasteland, and it seemed that there was no other sound in the world, leaving only the beating sound with drumbeats.
This beating sound was not only loud, but it seemed to have some kind of magic power. Angel just listened to it for a few seconds and felt as if his consciousness was about to be shattered.
It wasn't until Laplace dropped his hair from Angel's palm that the huge beating sound around him silently disappeared. And the tearing feeling of consciousness slowly recovered.
Angel looked at that inconspicuous strand of hair with puzzled eyes... Why did he hear such a terrifying stirring sound just by touching the hair?
What is this sound?
What does Laplace want to express through this?
"Have you thought of anything?" Laplace suddenly asked.
What did I think of? Angel pondered for a moment, looked at Laplace, and said truthfully: "The sound just now made me feel very scary, but it has rhythm and regularity, a bit like...the sound of a heartbeat?"
Laplace nodded slightly: "Yes, it's the heartbeat."
"Then what?"
After receiving a positive answer, Angel frowned, and a bolder idea appeared in his mind: "Is it your heartbeat?"
Laplace nodded again.
"The heart beats like a drum, all over the wasteland..." Angel murmured in a low voice, "I remember you said before that two thousand years ago, Tunita of the Crystal-Eyed Tribe fell into the trap of chasing the legendary Mirror Demon.
The Sea of ​​Empty Mirrors was saved by you; and it stayed in your body for several days. "
When Angel read this, he raised his head and said, "Isn't it possible that I am in your body just like Tunita?"
"This wasteland, this needle forest mountain, is your true body?"
When Angel spoke to the end, his brows furrowed more and more tightly, and his voice became louder and louder, which showed his inner surprise.
But Laplace remained calm from beginning to end. After Angel finished speaking, he said calmly: "You are right, you are indeed in my body now. However, you have two things to say.
wrong."
"First, you are different from Tunita. He came from the original body, but you are still just a light point of consciousness."
"Second, the wasteland and this taiga are just part of my identity."
In short, Laplace's body is larger than Angel imagined. As for the specific size, Laplace did not give a comparison, but simply said, "You will know later."
When Angel confirmed that he was in Laplace's true body, he was not only surprised, but also filled with emotion and regret.
What makes me sigh is naturally the hugeness of Laplace's body.
Unfortunately... he did not see the true form of Laplace.
Angel had heard many rumors about Laplace's body, saying that it was like a giant whale, and that it was like a monster in the void. In short, it was so huge that it was difficult to describe.
Angel originally thought that this time he would be able to see the specific appearance of Laplace's real body, but who knew, he skipped the outline and landed on Laplace's body. This is not without regret.
Just when Angel's inner emotions were going crazy, the huge full moon he saw before suddenly flashed in his mind.
"Before I landed here, I saw a huge full moon." Angel murmured in a low voice: "There should be no moon in the sea of ​​​​empty mirrors, right? Even if it is a memory projection, it shouldn't be so real, and... it's very...
close."
"This full moon..." Angel hesitated for two seconds, and then asked his doubts: "Is it your eyes?"
Although Angel didn't know how big Laplace was, from the height of his fall and the enormity of the full moon, he guessed...could the full moon be Laplace's eyes?
Laplace nodded slightly: "Yes."
It is indeed the eyes!
Because he was in Laplace's body, Angel was already shocked. Now when he heard that the huge "full moon" was actually Laplace's eyes, he was still surprised.
But it's much calmer than before.
Angel felt that the fact that he could accept this "horrifying" fact so calmly had a lot to do with Laplace blocking his perception.
If he could still sense the outside world now, whether it was the terrifying heartbeat before, the energy tide that might be permeating the surroundings, or the aura of Laplace's own body, he would probably be washed away into an idiot.
But now he is completely unable to perceive the surrounding environment and can only see with the naked eye, which relieves a lot of unnecessary trouble and emotions.
He finally understood why Laplace blocked his perception. It was all with good intentions.
Angel was sighing in his heart, but he still kept asking questions.
"I was under the full moon just now... In your eyes, you saw a huge tree with a rainbow-like mist hanging around it. What was that?" Angel asked curiously.
Laplace pondered for a long time this time before he said, "This is the embodiment of some of my abilities."
To be continued...