Perhaps the success of the ritual really had little to do with the ritual itself; at least Lin Chuan truly did not believe that his bizarre ritual could succeed.
Yet it actually succeeded, and this could only be attributed to the fact that when you are close by, even if your phone call cannot get through, it does not matter—as long as you have the intention to contact them, you can simply visit them in person.
As the ritual proceeded, the sensation of being pulled from the void grew increasingly clear.
Overlapping, faint voices quietly sounded, and the air within the room seemed to stop flowing at this moment.
Lin Chuan closed his eyes, emptied his mind, and focused on sensing that anomaly.
During this process, he tried to listen to those illusory calls.
Unexpectedly, he did not feel any madness or discomfort; everything was calm to the point of being abnormal, as effortless as breathing.
But when those voices could finally be heard clearly—
“There is a person coming to buy melons.”
“?”
Lin Chuan’s expression stiffened imperceptibly for a fraction of a second.
The murmurings Zhou Mingrui heard were sometimes dense, sometimes sharp, sometimes illusory, sometimes seductive, sometimes manic, and sometimes insane.
The murmurings he himself heard: “There is a person coming to buy melons.”
This was just…
The whispers continued; fortunately, the subsequent voices finally seemed much more normal:
“All armies obey orders, commit suicide and return to the heavens!
Someone, bring a larger cup!”
“You are right, but Lord of the Mysteries is a top-tier domestic MMO game independently developed by Danzhi Universe Company with a huge cost of up to one billion.”
“The game takes place in a fantasy kingdom called ‘Loen’.
There, ordinary people dare to face the contamination of the Mother Goddess directly; there, even a Planeswalker is willing to endure hardships to travel to outer planets to transport oil for the convenience of the people’s travel.”
Archaic poems, bantering lines, and even illogical daily conversations intertwined and surfaced, resembling echoes that had been shattered and spliced back together.
Lin Chuan vaguely understood; weren’t these voices just a playback of his own memories?
But why would they appear under these circumstances?
There was no time to investigate further.
His perspective began to gradually detach, and he could “see” his own body fading and dissipating bit by bit after taking the fourth step.
Was this truly disappearance?
A sudden realization arose in Lin Chuan’s heart; perhaps he himself had never changed at all, and what truly vanished and drifted away was the world around him.
When the real world completely withdrew and vanished, he felt that he should be able to open his eyes.
Lin Chuan had previously envisioned many possibilities; perhaps he would see boundless gray fog, or some faint white radiance, or directly fall into an illusory tide of the Chaos Sea and undulate.
Of course, it could also be a brand-new scene never mentioned in the original work.
After all, at this point in time, although the Celestial Worthy and God Almighty had not truly split apart yet, Their Sefirah had most likely already formed.
The Celestial Worthy was using “Sefirah Castle” to pull people from all over the world as a backup plan for resurrection, while the research institute in Chernobyl regarding the phenomenon of dried-up oil fields producing oil again could indicate that the Chaos Sea also had its own plans.
However, all these guesses fell through.
Lin Chuan opened his eyes, and what he perceived first was a world presenting absolute nothingness.
This was not merely obstructed vision or pitch black; in short, it was very difficult to use language to accurately describe its state.
If one had to say, this entire world was like an empty folder set to be hidden.
Clearly Lin Chuan was right here at this moment, yet it felt as if nothing existed here, even the concepts of space and time being no exception.
Any existence with self-awareness, when seeing or knowing this place, would understand an objective fact: this place did not exist; it was an absolute “nothingness” even more hollow than “emptiness” itself.
Yet in this nothingness where even consciousness would be swallowed, Lin Chuan’s gaze was firmly locked onto an existence right in the center.
That was…
a corpse?
That person was quietly suspended in the center of the nothingness, motionless.
There was no decay, nor weathering, carrying an undying temperament.
He wore a pair of black trousers and a white shirt, as if he could be awakened at any moment, presenting an unusually calm and peaceful posture.
That was an appearance Lin Chuan could recognize even with his eyes closed.
How could he not be familiar with it?
This was clearly his body before transmigrating!
There was no distance, up or down, nor causal logic in this place, and it was impossible to judge the size of that body belonging to his original self.
It seemed to shrink to the center of the world, yet it also seemed to fill the entire world.
Lin Chuan silently stared at it, able to clearly sense that all the previous pulling sensations originated precisely from this shell.
At this time, Lin Chuan could not even feel his own physical body and spirit body.
Rather than saying a soul had come here, it was more like a lonely “perspective”, a coordinate where even self-awareness appeared thin.
Perspective?
Whose perspective?
My…
perspective?
Lin Chuan had been pondering earlier why he existed in this world of absolute “nothingness”.
But didn’t something clearly exist right here?
His original body before transmigrating.
I am that body, and that is me.
The moment this thought sprouted, it was as if he had broken through an illusion of perception, awakening from a dream.
Lin Chuan truly opened his eyes.
He saw a shooting star quietly streak across the boundless Cosmos, avoiding all observations, flying toward an azure blue planet.
But halfway through, for unknown reasons, that shooting star seemed to crash into something and directly vanished.
Without a doubt, this was the situation when he himself had just transmigrated into this world.
At that time, Lin Chuan was probably traveling with his physical body rather than soul-transmigrating like now.
What on earth happened halfway?
Lin Chuan subconsciously gave rise to such a doubt, and then the corresponding knowledge surfaced in his mind, just like the knowledge that came with drinking a potion in the original work.
“First, the Original Creator is the source of all supernatural factors in this world.
After the creation of the world, many symbolisms were born, and most of the symbolisms were materialized by the Original Creator as Sefirah.
Extending downward from this, the Uniqueness and Beyonder characteristics of the corresponding Pathways were produced.”
“At the same time, according to interviews, it is confirmed that the Creator can achieve omniscient and omnipotent in the true sense in fields outside of mental issues, that is, the left and right brains fighting each other.”
“From this perspective, the Original Creator, as a collection of contradictions, is an existence beyond logic.
He is equivalent to the Dao fruit and philosophical God Almighty.
The Creator can create a stone He cannot lift, and the symbolisms contained within the Original Creator can naturally allow all possibilities.”
“For example, the symbolism of nothingness; and for another example, the symbolism outside of the Original Creator.”
And the place where Lin Chuan was at this very moment was the Sefirah corresponding to the intersection of these two symbolisms.