Anonymous and his group were already standing at the foot of the giant wall.
There are countless portals here that can connect to any plane. Any door-shaped object can be a portal, a city gate, a window, a bridge, or even an open cabinet.
Almost half of the portals will only appear if you have a key. Of course, these keys are not keys in the traditional sense. They can be an idea, a piece of music, a prop, or anything else.
Just as there are only concepts in the deep world, what these doors lead to is not as simple as a location, but to thousands of weird dimensions, spirits, and wills.
If you are not careful, you will be completely lost in Wanling City, and you will be lost forever.
Some huge portals that have been open for a long time will be affected by the force field, and things will pour out of them, thus forming a variety of floating "islands" filled with various contents, each of which is different.
The positions of these suspended islands and even portals are not fixed. They are floating fast or slowly in the air with elusive trajectories. In that wonderful trajectory, they do not collide with each other. These islands are full of strange things and full of strange things.
Dazzling urban buildings of various styles or chaos of unknown meaning
The structure of the objects is completely disordered, with countless kinds of arrangements and combinations, the gloomy Gothic style of flying rib reliefs, or the charm of ancient temples with sloping black tiles, or the vast dilapidated shacks where the weak gather, or the reflection rooms of high-rise glass curtain walls,
The neon city formed by it, etc., are intertwined and melted, and are extremely abstract.
The reason why they are suspended in mid-air and will not fall is simply because Wanling City is extremely complex and is attracted by an even stranger field.
According to what Great Shock said.
Wanling City is divided into suspended islands, underground, and city clusters "hanging" on giant walls.
Anonymous had no way of knowing how vast and terrifying the underground was. Looking at the dilapidated square at the foot of All Souls City, he could only see a wall, if that could be called a wall.
He used all his will, energy, and breadth to read through his mind the huge wall that stretched to the left and right and to the top and bottom at an unknown height.
I don’t know what this endless giant wall is, whether it is a mountain or the edge of the Traveler’s Realm. It is too strange and extremely wide. I don’t know if the huge depressions on the surface are natural ravines or artificial ones.
The huge "scratches" dug out are filled with tall buildings, busy traffic, and intricate connections to major suspended islands.
In addition, there are people here who are doomed due to random portals all the time, and it is so chaotic that it can no longer be chaotic.
The nameless person's thoughts were directed towards the entire giant wall, trying to quickly scan through it in a diagonal manner, but he was unable to take in all the scenery in a short time.
At this time, Anonymous was interrupted.
"Don't forget the purpose of coming here."
Selene thought that Anonymous was in a trance, so she reminded him.
A group of people have arrived at the edge of the City of All Spirits. The dilapidated square is full of ruins of buildings, dead trees and some weird things. It is extremely desolate. There are no tariffs here. You can come and go freely, because everyone is
Free, if someone chooses to kill people and buy goods, that is his freedom.
In this way, tariffs seem to be more reliable, and often only some freedoms can be restricted in order to gain more freedoms.
Anonymous nodded, and the first priority was to go to No. 169, Wandering Soul Street, to the important place engraved on his tattoo.
"Anonymous."
"What is your third wish?"
There are not many dead souls in the square, it can even be said that there are a lot of them, and there are many people who pretend to be gods and do fortune-telling.
In fact, it is not appropriate to use undead to describe these existences in the deep world. Undead are also living creatures in a sense.
The deep world is not a purely geographical concept, nor does it have anything like matter. It is abstract, spiritual, completely conscious, and can exist independently without the help of anything.
When a thing cannot achieve true death and will never be eliminated, it dies in another way.
There are only eternal, complete, and truly dead things in the deep realm.
When a monster with a distorted face spoke the name of Anonymous.
But there were more than a dozen people looking there.
Anonymous is the most common name in the Deep Realm, and some extremely boring souls will use this default name.
It's just that Anonymous is the most representative character among all Anonymous.
The rest of the Anonymous realized that it might be some kind of scam. The Anonymous with a scar on his face did not make any move. Only a guy named Anonymous was very interested and confirmed that the prophet-like hooded monster with a deformed head was attacking.
As he spoke, he walked towards the face that was full of intertwined winding tentacles.
"Why the third wish?"
“It feels like it’s very awesome.”
"Like all people without names, my wish is just to find my essence."
Anonymous looked at this extremely ugly and weird creature, and was very interested, because the premise was that he seemed to have made two wishes, and both of them had come true.
"This is your first wish."
The prophet monster said this.
Anonymous asked with a question mark on his face, "I don't remember this wish coming true."
He thought, maybe he just lost his memory in the eternal fall, and had actually recovered his essence in a certain reincarnation.
The prophet monster replied.
"No, your wish has been fulfilled."
"The reason why you forget."
"Because your second wish is to go back to before you made the first wish."
"Are you sure now that you want to make the same wish as the first time?"
Since the prophet's face is covered with tentacles, it's impossible to describe his expression.
The nameless person felt greatly shocked.
The other newcomers were also thoughtful, assuming that this monster-like fortune teller could really help people find their own essence, but was that really right?
The ultimate thing that all dead souls long for may just be the abyss of pain that they try their best to get rid of.
Immediately afterwards, more than a dozen fierce-looking people suddenly appeared.
This prophet was arrested by gang members in this area. There is no official management organization in Wanling City. There are only numerous gangs who are responsible for the management of the territory and the development of tourism. There is a certain guarantee. The safety of tourists may not be guaranteed.
Guarantee, these people can only guarantee that only they can make money locally.
After working on it for a long time, the gang members explained that the prophet was a fraudster who often used "third wishes" to fill his cups, so that people mistakenly thought he was really a divine divination expert.
The money-trapping scheme has left many first-timers speechless. This is a typical Wanling City scam, and it is the most basic.
In order to demonstrate, the gang members built an execution platform at the speed of light, and there was a click.
The prophet was split into countless scattered consciousnesses, pain overflowed, and all memories melted away.
Anonymous: "..."
"Fuck, this is such a fucking eye-opener."
"Next, I'm going to No. 169, Youhun Street. I'll be there soon."
"you……"
Anonymous glanced at Selene and signaled not to let her follow him. The location recorded on his tattoo was very sensitive. It might contain some truth about the universe or some of his own vital points. Although Selene did help him.
There are many, but ultimately she is a woman of unknown origin.
"I know, I have other things to do."
Selene learned from the nameless mouth that he had something called "knowledge type", but that was the identification of a second-rate character in the desert of thought. She wanted to go to the City of All Spirits with this weird little sword full of teeth.
Even among the most intelligent people in the entire tribunal, there are only a few people who can be equal to them.
After Anonymous waited for Selene to leave, he set out towards his own essence, No. 169, Wandering Soul Street.
