Chapter 772 - 667: There’s Another Person, Just Like Me

Chapter 772: Chapter 667: There’s Another Person, Just Like Me

Outside, the daylight was glaring.

The "sunlight" without temperature poured down, penetrating nothing, merely futilely covering everything, draping a layer of dead, dreary gauze over all scenery.

Once upon a time, such overwhelming light was enough to expose every corner, dazzling and clamorous.

Yet at this moment, Feng Mu, standing at the exit of the building doorway, "saw" the entire world stubbornly shrouded in boundless black night.

At home, confined, although he could "see" that eerie blackness permeating everywhere inside, the limited space and cluttered surroundings made the visual impact less intense, more like an unsettling background hue.

However, once stepping out of the doorway, standing on the relatively open street, gazing ahead.

The view suddenly opened up, then instantly filled with unimaginable sights, brutally cramming into his mind, almost splitting his nerves.

The uneven ground in sight, the peeling outer walls of buildings of varying heights, every hasty, indistinct passerby...

Everything, entirely covered, penetrated, enshrouded by thick, viscous blackness!

A shocking sensation seized him, like a cold iron hand clutching his heart and lungs.

A faint "huh" sound escaped from Feng Mu’s throat, as if his throat was being strangled, pausing his breath for a moment.

It was as if the entire world was still drowning in the deepest midnight, with not a ray of sunlight able to penetrate the dense blackness enveloping Lower City.

The light died, perished halfway to Lower City.

And it seemed as if the entire world was silently burning, the pervasive blackness now resembling the lifeless embers lingering after all things had burned away.

Suddenly, a phrase buried in the corners of memory abruptly surfaced in Feng Mu’s mind——"Lower City... is eternal night!"

He no longer remembered where he had heard this phrase, perhaps in the corner of some banned book, perhaps in the delirium of a drunkard.

He used to naively believe that "eternal night" merely meant Lower City could never enjoy the true sunlight, relying only on the false, artificial light bestowed by Upper City.

Now, with this pair of eyes suddenly brightened, he awakened.

Superficial! How superficial and ridiculous the past understanding was!

Lower City not only couldn’t see the true sun?

Lower City fundamentally... had no light!

Because, even those streetlights struggling to flash and the scattered lights through building windows, their glass shades were thickly adhered with this crawling blackness.

Causing the glow they emitted to seem stained, exuding an indescribable "black."

This eerie visual sensation defies precise language description, if forced to make an analogy, it would be:

Lower City’s night is a true night, with not a glimmer above the sky, pure blackness.

While Lower City’s day is actually another form of "night."

The mass above the sky emitting a black, suffocating halo, it’s fundamentally not a "sun," but.....

"So... what Upper City projects down has never been sunlight, but the ’moon’ instead."

Feng Mu murmured, a chill silently creeping up his spine.

But all the terrifying mutations in the "scenery" he witnessed were not the most shocking to Feng Mu’s mind.

What shook him to the core, almost overturning his entire worldview, was the anomaly of "life."

Every passerby he saw, every gray sparrow resting on barren treetops, every cockroach or insect hurrying in the garbage by the wall...

All these lifeforms were not only tainted with the omnipresent blackness, but above each of their heads, a thin yet incredibly distinct... black line grew.

These black lines, pure black as the deepest ink, more solid and bizarre than the surrounding blackness.

They extended straight and precisely upward, like lines drawn by the most skilled geometrists, without any curve.

Their length unknown, penetrating the pervasive blackness in the air, ignoring false moonlight, extending upward, further upward, until without exception, they all plunged into the vast posterior of Upper City.

As if Upper City was an incredibly fertile yet bizarre soil, and these pervasive black lines were roots grown from all "biological" bodies in Lower City, implanted into the soil?

Or perhaps... the truth was precisely the opposite, these black lines were actually blood conduits and puppet strings descending from Upper City, embedding into all living beings?

Unconsciously, Feng Mu raised his head, looking along the direction of countless black lines.

The sky... was no longer the sky.

It was entirely covered and redefined by densely packed, limitless black threads.

They maintained absolute verticality and parallelism uniformly, like tendrils of some giant creature, like innumerable thin black monoliths, silently traversing between heaven and earth.

And on the ground, every living being was moving, whether fast or slow, walking or stopping.

Thus, the black lines connected to their heads moved with precise and eerily synchrony between heaven and earth.

Without the slightest error or delay, embodying a strange yet scientific beauty.