The will that exists in the remains of the Four Heavenly Courtyard Coconuts can no longer be confirmed whether it is the Four Heavenly Courtyard Coconut or not. The failure to merge into Youjiang for the first time has caused this strange existence to lose a lot of things, and it seems that it can no longer change back into human form, whether it is the body of the material state or the interior of the consciousness state, a large piece has been hollowed out. The appearance of the tentacle monster is like a true portrayal of its existing nature. Even so, it still retains the will to carry out the original plan, or rather, I think it's an obsession.

However, even if the Four Heavenly Courtyard Coconut had been transformed into such a wreckage, its consciousness was no less dangerous than it had been intact. I felt the darkness in this state of consciousness, the formless things that existed in this darkness, and I felt inexplicable horror from the bottom of my heart. I couldn't comprehend what was in the darkness, and I couldn't understand what it meant to be there, and the only thing I knew was that it began to expose its minions to me, and as soon as I entered, as soon as I spoke, it eroded my spirit in an indescribable way. As a half-consciousness walker, this is the most sinister weirdness I've encountered since I entered my state of consciousness.

"Come on, let's make up for the mistakes of the past, and we will be one." Such words, as if my own thoughts, echoed in this world of consciousness. It's not a sound in the conventional sense, and even if I cover my ears, something like that naturally comes to my mind, and I don't think it's my own thoughts, just because I don't think I think I think so.

"The plan is in the enforcement phase." Voices in the darkness resurfaced. I think it's a bit interesting, as if Cyberball or Area 51, or some other behind-the-scenes mastermind, had already prepared the situation and how to deal with it in the initial prediction. Perhaps Mayne Prophet could have foreseen this, and I don't deny the possibility. But on the other hand, I never intend to do what the other person thinks - even if the other party may anticipate this situation, and use the term "enforcement" only when I am prepared in advance.

The thing in the darkness began to change, and although I couldn't see it, the movement of the change was very strong in perception. It's just that I can't tell what kind of change is happening. I just knew it had changed, and at this moment, I suddenly realized that I couldn't quit walking consciously. There is a power that turns this darkness into a cage. Then it came out, and the formless, invisible, thing, like the crawling of a snake, like the flow of water. It was like a bunch of bugs bustling, as if they were starting from a cell to multiply rapidly and endlessly, and just like that, they poured out of the deep darkness.

I still can't see it, but I'm already getting goosebumps. In the darkness, I also can't confirm my own image, because the darkness obscures everything, and I only have the concept of "myself". However, when "it" in the darkness gushes out. Instead, I could see that my body was becoming visible and figurative, as if the background was too dark and the faint light silhouette was set off.

I'm a "humanoid", there's no doubt about it, but. There are no specific details about the body, hands and feet, and when "it" pounces on me in the dark, it is as if I have been bitten. The right hand of the humanoid form of "me" is missing, and this part is the same part where "it" bites.

Completely unable to react, although it could be perceived that the thing was "pounced". He also "bitten", but the actual situation could not be observed, and he could not determine the location of his attack before biting.

Terrible, terrifying. It was as if emotions were pouring out of a gap in my human form, and I couldn't get rid of it no matter what. I started to move, but the quick sweep had no effect, and I could see myself in my "human form" waving my arms and feet away, running into the darkness in the unknown direction. I don't feel flustered, but the movements of the "humanoid" are. I wanted to use my reason and calmness to suppress the sudden feeling of fear and restore my humanoid body to normal, but this thought was like being isolated. I could only watch the humanoid form stumble over itself, dodging its second attack in the dark.

I don't know how long it was, but the chase should have been short. "It" in the darkness is faster than the humanoid body, no, about the movement of "it", it can't be said to run, because "it" is not humanoid, and it has no feet, it just rushes up, slides over, meanders, and pushes me into a corner - it is a corner, but I can't actually see the barrier, and there is still an endless darkness around it, but there is a feeling that it has reached the end.

The "it" in the darkness pounced again, obviously it was me, but it was not controlled by my thoughts, it was in fear and panic, and the humanoid body that could not move was thrown down, and then a large piece of the shoulder was missing, as if it had been torn off, followed by a large piece of feet, left hand, and even a large piece of the abdomen. "It's" gnawing swiftly, brutally, and chaotically, leaving no room for room or slackness, and completing the dismemberment of me while I was still trying to struggle and fight back. It's like what I look like in the void of the universe - in the end, there is only one head left.

In the same way, I did not die, and although it was horrible, and the feeling of despair was almost fainting, I was still awake, and I felt how I had been mutilated and eaten. The invisible "it" in the darkness stared at my only remaining head, and this time, having lost the rest of my human form, I felt that I could completely control my body - although only my head remained, I could control my mouth, eyes, ears, nose, and breathing. I couldn't feel my heart beating, I couldn't feel the nerve pain, but I could feel something burning like magma, flowing from the little bit of my neck that was still there, and then out of my eyes, ears, and nose.

This is "bleeding" - I subconsciously understood this, but I still couldn't see what it looked like and what color it was.

I could feel the invisible "it" in the darkness opening its mouth again, and I could imagine a huge mouth with sharp teeth, and such an imagination even made me feel. The whole image of this "it" is such a demonic mouth.

Before it could bite down, I vaguely heard the crow's cry. I imagined quarks, and I thought they were quarks, and I felt like quarks were finally in this state of consciousness at the last moment, and I was sure that quarks were already here. I'm not surprised why the quark is there, I just think it's long overdue - no, it's too late, I don't know for sure, what will happen if I'm devoured, but I think I'll need to know.

My eyes widened and I looked at the image of the crow -- very abstract. It's like a bird that has been fragmented and put together in a completely incorrect way - unless I knew it was a quark, I wouldn't have been able to recognize it as a bird in the first place.

Instead of pecking at the invisible "it" in the dark, the quark stuck straight on my skull, probably because the pain of being eaten by the invisible "it" in the darkness was too great, thus covering up the pain of being pierced by the quark. Quark pecked at my left eyeball and pulled it out. Swallow it in one gulp. Even though it's just an eyeball, I feel like I'm a whole person. All the will was ripped out with this eyeball and swallowed into the stomach by quark. The residual feeling ushered in the end of the head that lost its left eye, and the "it" in the darkness bit off and ate it in one bite. As a result, my feelings about the skull disappeared.

I still exist, but I've become a crow. I still have the knowledge of "self", but there is no other knowledge beyond that. Because-

I'm Quark.

Or rather, I became a quark.

I followed the eyeball into the interior of the quark, flapping its wings in the form of such an abstract crow. "It" in the darkness ignored it, and it seemed to leave after gnawing at my human form. I felt that the formless thing in the darkness was shrinking deeper like a receding tide, but when I felt it more closely, it didn't feel like "going back to the depths", but "going somewhere", only to happen that the place was in the depths of the darkness.

I flailed my wings and flew in the direction I sensed, into the depths of darkness. Because, I only have such a choice. Other than that, it is impossible to leave this world of consciousness, and it is useless to stay where it is. I don't have time to care about the physical body, and I want to know if the place where "it" in the darkness goes is the consciousness of Youjiang. I feel that although the physical remains of the Four Heavenly Temples have been detached from the right river, they still maintain some kind of connection at the level of consciousness.

The battle in the material state has been lost, no, it should be said, the facts have proved that it is impossible to defeat Youjiang as the ultimate weapon in that way. And on the battlefield of consciousness, although the Four Heavenly Yuan Jia Coconut has also failed once, but when this dark "it" tries to make a comeback, I feel that this is the last hope to defeat Youjiang.

So, I searched, in an almost instinctive way, to feel, to go deep into this boundless darkness.

I don't know how long it flew in the darkness until I felt that "it" in the darkness crossed a line and completely disappeared from perception without a trace. The sense of vanishing was so sudden and intense, like a sudden flickering of light in the darkness, fleeting but enough to illuminate the direction. I flew in that direction, and the darkness was still darkness along the way, and the boundary that "it" crossed had no actual image, until at some point, I suddenly realized that I had crossed that boundary as well.

When this consciousness arises, the darkness quickly fades and dissolves into ashes in my observations.

When the darkness receded, it was like the curtain opened, and a new scene came into view—a sea of flowers, a sea of white flowers, a white Claudia.

Countless white Claudia separated the heavens and the earth, and spread all the way to the end of the horizon, however, the earth where the white Claudia took root was not any soil, but corpses, and these corpses also spread to the end of the horizon. Wherever there was a white Claudia, there was a corpse, and the corpse was covered with white flowers, and the stems were red, as if they were sucking the flesh from the corpse, stained red by their blood, but there was no evil feeling, but it was clear and clear, like rubies.

The face and silhouette of the corpse can distinguish between male and female, but it also does not have too obvious personal characteristics, whether male or female, as if it were molded from the same mold. The corpse was pierced and extracted by the rhizome of the white Claudia, but the corpse's expression was painless, as if it had just slept peacefully—I felt that they would always be corpses, never to wake up again.

The world of white Claudia is desperate and full of "dead" worlds. It's a world where human beings hurt their kind, but there is no suffering. It's full of apocalyptic atmosphere, but it flows with an eerie serenity.

However, this apocalyptic vision, while it gave me a very strong sense of immediacy, also made me realize that this was not the end of the world as I had guessed. Or rather, this shouldn't be what I would see at all, but closer to Dr. Nguyen Li's perception of the end times. Only in the cognition of Dr. Ruan Li of this repeater will the white Claudia occupy such a weight, or in other words, the end will be mainly reflected by the "white Claudia".

Immediately afterwards, I realized that Dr. Nguyen Li, who had "died", was here, and this was the battlefield where she was.

I flew in the sky, overlooking this plain of corpses and white Claudia. I searched for Youjiang, "it" in the dark, and Dr. Nguyen Lê. I suspect that "it" may be unrecognizable, formless, and invisible, in that darkness, but in this world full of light and color, "it" will reveal a concrete image.

The wind blew, and the endless white flowers swayed, and the petals were torn off by the wind and rolled up, and there was an idea for me to fly in the direction of the wind curling flowers. So I followed my instincts.

Then a white Claudia that I had never seen before, incomparably large, and the outline of this white flower, like a speck in this white world, came into my eyes. (To be continued.) )