Chapter 1561
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Chapter 1561 Pilgrimage
Jiang Er closed her eyes, carefully sensing for a moment, then shook her head helplessly.
“It’s not working… Although my signal strength has increased considerably, I still can’t penetrate such thick fog. I wonder how Chairman Ji Nian’s pixel walkie-talkie could release such a strong signal.”
After breaking through the “Klein” boundary, Jiang Er’s abilities had improved significantly in all aspects. If she could penetrate the fog with her signal and connect to Daxia, that would be ideal. Since this approach wasn’t working, they would have to find another way.
An Qingyu frowned as he looked around, picked up a piece of rubble, and began sketching simply on the ground.
Although he could roughly determine which continent on Earth they were on, Africa originally had many cities. Pinpointing their exact location was extremely difficult. At least in his current state, unable to use [Unique Solution], he couldn’t accomplish this at all. He could only rely on feeling and the faint sunlight to roughly determine the direction of Daxia.
“This distance… returning to Daxia is no longer realistic,” An Qingyu put down the stone and sighed helplessly.
After all, they didn’t have a cloud somersault. An Qingyu was now in a wheelchair, and Jiang Er couldn’t control her coffin for long periods. Walking back to Daxia would take an unknown amount of time.
“So what do we do?”
An Qingyu thought for a moment. “After discovering our disappearance, the gods of Daxia will certainly search for us in the fog with all their might… The only option now is to try to create some commotion. If any Daxia god comes nearby, it will immediately attract their attention.”
“Jiang Er, I need some materials.”
“Understood.”
Jiang Er’s figure floated toward the sky, slowly spreading her hands. A terrifying magnetic field rapidly expanded, and the next moment, thousands of items floated up from the city ruins: rusty clocks, vehicle wreckage, sealed metal boxes, rotting fabric fragments…
Under Jiang Er’s control, these things hung in midair like merchandise on display. An Qingyu’s gaze swept over them, quickly pointing to several items.
“Just these few? Can you make it?” Jiang Er asked puzzledly as she delivered these items to An Qingyu.
An Qingyu nodded. “If it’s just signal flares, I only need to configure a few specific oxidizers. I’ll mix in some mental power, which should have a good effect.”
Even though An Qingyu couldn’t use [Unique Solution], within a few minutes, he had made several special signal flares.
An Qingyu lit one of the signal flares and shot it into the sky. A brilliant light shone above the fog, turning the clouds into a dazzling white. After several dozen seconds, it dimmed and fell back into the ruins.
“Will this be effective?”
“I don’t know… but it’s all we can do.” An Qingyu looked at his legs and sighed helplessly. “Now, we can only leave it to fate…”
…
In the fog.
“It’s been almost two days… still haven’t found the location of the Heavenly Court?” Cao Yuan lay back on the cloud somersault and asked helplessly.
Lin Qiye rubbed his tired eyes, looking at the branch enveloped in the golden domain before him, his eyes full of confusion.
“Strange, has ‘Miracle’ failed? It shouldn’t have…” Lin Qiye muttered. “Perhaps the Heavenly Court is moving too quickly in the fog. Even if we constantly predict its position, it changes rapidly, making it impossible to locate this way.”
“Then what do we do?”
As Lin Qiye was pondering, a sudden gust of wind blew from the distance, moving the branch at the front of the cloud somersault. After rolling several times on the cloud layer, it stopped pointing in a certain direction.
Seeing this, Lin Qiye was slightly stunned.
“This is…”
“Isn’t this wind blowing a bit too coincidentally?” Cao Yuan also noticed the branch’s shift and spoke suspiciously.
Lin Qiye looked at the [Mortal Divine Domain] beneath him, his eyes quickly brightening. “Let’s go! Follow this direction and try again!”
Lin Qiye propelled the cloud somersault with all his might, rapidly cutting through the sky and disappearing at the horizon.
…
“How much time has passed?”
An Qingyu opened his eyes in the ruins and asked solemnly.
“Three hours,” Jiang Er’s voice sounded beside his ear.
An Qingyu pressed his lips together, then took another homemade signal flare from beside him and launched it toward the sky.
The signal flare burned above the cloud layer, emitting terrifying light and heat. After a brief few dozen seconds, it fell from the sky, ultimately returning to silence.
Since appearing in these ruins, An Qingyu had launched a signal flare every hour, but unfortunately, there had been no effect so far…
As time passed, An Qingyu grew increasingly anxious.
It had been several hours since the last Mi-Go descent. Given their increasingly frequent arrival rate, the next descent wouldn’t be far off…
“How many signal flares do we have left?” he asked.
“Four… do we need to make more?”
An Qingyu hesitated for a moment, then shook his head. “The problem now isn’t the signal flares. We don’t even know if we can hold out until then… Give me the remaining four, I’ll make some preparations in advance.”
As An Qingyu took the four signal flares from midair and was about to do something, his pupils suddenly contracted!
A bloated pain filled his mind. He clutched his head with both hands and shouted, “Damn it, they’re coming again!”
Jiang Er’s expression changed as she floated up into the sky. In various places among the distant ruins, spatial rifts gradually opened, and the screeching of Mi-Go sounded from all directions!
“Quick, go!” An Qingyu endured the headache. One hand touched the armrest of his wheelchair, and the two thin wheels immediately began spinning at an astonishing speed, propelling his body in a certain direction!
Jiang Er reached down with her hand, and the heavy black coffin floated up, howling as it followed closely behind An Qingyu.
After experiencing several Mi-Go descents, An Qingyu could sense that each headache was becoming less severe. His soul seemed to be adapting to the influence of the Mi-Go.
An Qingyu’s special wheelchair was extremely fast, but he had only moved at full speed for less than ten seconds before being forced to stop.
In the air before him, hundreds of Mi-Go flapped their membrane wings, swarming toward him in dense clusters.
“Qing… Qingyu…” Jiang Er pointed to the sky above, her voice somewhat hoarse.
An Qingyu looked up to see that the sky had transformed into a pink ocean. Countless Mi-Go surged together, completely blocking all escape routes around them, like an inescapable net slowly descending from the sky…
“Damn… there must be over a thousand of them,” An Qingyu’s face turned extremely grim.
One by one, the Mi-Go descended from the sky, landing in the ruins around An Qingyu. They vibrated their thin membrane wings, and countless buzzing sounds intertwined, deafening to the ear.
The wind swept up fragments of sand and stone from the ground. These thousand Mi-Go surrounded him, the tentacles on their fleshy protuberances writhing frantically, slowly pressing against the ground…
As if worshipping their king.
