Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!



In the beginning, Meng Chao did not see anything through the door. 

The flames that surged out of the door were too bright.

Absolute light was like absolute darkness, devouring all information.

Meng Chao stared at the ball of light that was burning like a star. He felt as if every part of his brain was filled with thorny light. 

The light was like a storm, rampaging in his brain. It was so vast that he could not think at all.

This feeling lasted for a minute, an hour, a day, or even longer before he gradually adapted to the light of the "door."

Perhaps the light from the door was too strong, so strong that it burned countless tiny holes and marks on his retina. As a result, some twisted things that looked like bugs appeared in his vision. The things were entangled and spiraling inward, where they extended all the way to the center of the door.

From the looks of it, the "door" did not seem like a three-dimensional entity floating in the void.

Instead, it was like digging a hole in three-dimensional space.

It was an unfathomable white hole that was like a tunnel that led straight to another dimension.

Meng Chao stared at the white hole for a long time in a daze. 

He finally realized what was curling, twisting, and spiraling deep into the center of the white hole.

It was the scarlet afterimages that had guided him all the way here.

It was the path opened up by Battle God Lei Zongchao.

No, it was not just the path of Battle God Lei Zongchao.

In other words, there was more than one path for the Battle God.

In a trance, Meng Chao saw thousands of faintly discernible, mottled, deformed, and twisted scarlet afterimages around the door. 

They were like crazy vines that broke through the barriers of different spaces and desperately extended into the door.

There were also countless people following the scarlet afterimages—Lu Siya, Long Feijun, Shen Yupeng, Wu Haibo, and even the monster version of Meng Chao. They floated around the door, and their expressions were empty and pious. They stared at the door and the path for a long time as if they were possessed. 

Meng Chao's eyes widened. 

He wanted to dance and shout to attract Lu Siya's attention, who was closest to him.

However, he soon realized that Lu Siya could neither see nor hear him.

It was just like earlier on the crisscrossing "viaduct," when they seemed to be only dozens of meters apart but were so close yet so far apart.

Meng Chao realized that whether it was Lu Siya, the others, or himself in monster form, he had no idea what was going on. 

They were in a different dimension.

To put it in the simplest and crudest way, what he saw was not the real them. It was just their light and shadow information in the spatial mirror that was similar to a television screen.

Whenever a person shouted at someone on TV, even if he shouted until his throat was broken, the person on TV would not react at all.

Besides, the scene of thousands of explorers worshipping the door was both sacred and strange. It was full of solemnity and a soul-stirring pressure.

Meng Chao felt as if wisps of light had unknowingly wrapped around his blood vessels and nerves, preventing him from having any thoughts of doubt or blasphemy. 

He only wanted to be like Lu Siya, Wu Haibo, Long Feijun, Shen Yupeng, and his monster form.

They stared at each other for a long time, prostrated themselves in worship, and then followed Battle God Lei Zongchao's footsteps.

That's right, the answer to all their problems was behind the door.

The only thing he needed to do was walk in.

"Save us…"

The voices rang out again.

They were soft and gentle, with a hint of timid expectation and vague expectation.

Meng Chao turned around and saw countless Dragon City residents burned by the flames of the apocalypse floating quietly behind him. He did not know if they were praying with their palms pressed together, or if they were curled up and shrunk by the flames. However, they resembled black puppets. 

The puppets stared at Meng Chao with ten thousand empty eye sockets. 

'Of course.

'Of course I'll save you,' Meng Chao thought. 

'Everything I've done so far has been for this purpose.'

Right now, as long as he took another step forward and broke through the boundary…

Meng Chao took half a step toward the door. 

However, his right foot seemed to be stopped by some mysterious force, and he could not move forward no matter how hard he tried.

He had a vague feeling that he had forgotten something.

He had forgotten something very important.

"Tomorrow without today is meaningless."

For no reason, this strange sentence appeared in Meng Chao's mind. 

"What is the meaning of this?"

Meng Chao frowned. 

He felt that there was some kind of power preventing him from entering the door. It was preventing him from saving Dragon City in the future and preventing him from finding the answer to all his problems.

"No, the future is unpredictable, and we shouldn't pry into the future. The future is like fate. There is no correct answer!"

Meng Chao seemed to hear someone, or perhaps a remnant soul from the depths of hell, roar at the top of his lungs. 

As his soul burned and roared, he seemed to see a dried corpse that was only skin and bones trying to break through the barrier of light and darkness. It was trying to send him an extremely chaotic but extremely real message.

How strange.

Meng Chao felt that he had only seen this dried corpse not too long ago. 

However, he had completely forgotten about the details.

Meng Chao hesitated. He did not know if he should respond to the corpse's call. 

Just as he was hesitating, countless glittering tentacles of light extended out of the depths of the door. They were like streams that were shining under the sunlight, but they were wrapping around his limbs, torso, and head gently.

The tentacles of light moved gently.

They were so gentle that Meng Chao could not struggle or resist at all. 

Under the guidance of the tentacles of light, Meng Chao fell into the white hole. 

He was like a child who had been through a lot and was filled with confusion, throwing himself into his mother's arms.

In a trance, Meng Chao once again experienced what he had experienced in the depths of the Holy Mountain Temple. 

He seemed to be sinking slowly into some warm and sticky liquid.

Although his nose was filled with liquid, he did not feel suffocated at all. From his nasal membrane to his lungs, he moaned comfortably as if he was soaked in nectar.

He did not want to struggle at all.

He did not want to surface.

He just wanted to sink down quietly, slowly, and irreversibly.

After an unknown amount of time, countless colorful, glittering "jellyfish" or "cells" appeared around him.

It was just like the runes of the primordial civilization that contained a high concentration of information and endless mysteries.

Every "jellyfish" or "cell" contained infinite information, which constituted countless complicated worlds that were both illusory and real.