I'm trapped in a cube

An endless whiteness filled Mo Ling's vision.

for a long time.

When he came to his senses again, the buzzing sound around him had disappeared, the dazzling white slowly faded, and the white light spots hanging around him slowly fell...

The smelly mist was no longer around, and the scenes of pauses became extremely smooth.

When the white curtain receded, everything around him had completely changed.

Only then did Mo Ling realize that he was no longer on the moon altar.

"Where is this?"

The sea breeze flowed through the iron windows into this small, depressing room. The floor was covered with hay, but it was already a little damp and smelly.

It looks like some kind of metal wall is covered with mottled stains and rust, and the material seems to be somewhat similar to the strange parts on Fish-Man Island.

Iron fences closed the entire room. Beyond the fence was a long corridor, and the runes on the corridor shone slightly.

The light was very dim and kept flickering, making it look extremely depressing.

Mo Ling looked at the iron pillars in front of him and suddenly realized something was wrong.

"Am I in jail?"

Looking at the bars again, Mo Ling finally confirmed that he was in a prison somewhere.

Looking at himself, he found that he had turned into a square man again.

Curiously, he reached out and held the iron fence, and a crackling sound came from his hand.

Is there electricity?

Before he could recover, Mo Ling was kicked to the ground unexpectedly.

Then, a burst of cursing was heard.

"How did you catch such a fool?"

That voice sounded very familiar.

The electric current did not cause any harm to Mo Ling, and the kick was just right, kicking him onto the haystack.

The man cursed and coughed weakly a few times.

Mo Ling quickly followed the sound and realized that he knew the person in front of him.

"Bai Zhou?"

Following Mo Ling's exclamation, the bracelet also made a confused sound.

"Do you know me?" After hearing Mo Ling's question, the man walked out of the dark corner.

He bent down and looked at Mo Ling curiously: "How do you know me? Have I seen you before?"

The person in front of him was Bai Zhou, but his outfit was a little strange.

He was wearing an ancient cloth, with disheveled hair and unshaven beard, and his iconic diving helmet had disappeared without a trace.

Looking at the strangely dressed Bai Zhou, Mo Ling couldn't help but ask, "Why are you dressed like this?"

At this time, the Bai Zhou in front of him was so weird that it even made Mo Ling think that he ran away from the filming set of a costume TV series.

Hearing Mo Ling's question, Bai Zhou looked at his clothes in confusion.

"I've always dressed like this."

With a confused look on his face, he walked up to Mo Ling and squatted down.

"Where have you seen me? Why don't I remember you?" Bai Zhou reached out and touched Mo Ling's square head: "I should remember it very clearly for such a unique race."

He looked at Mo Ling and asked tentatively: "The Cube Clan?"

"Or the Ironhead clan?"

"still……"

Listening to the increasingly strange words coming out of Bai Zhou's mouth, Mo Ling finally couldn't help but interrupt him: "We met at the Black Tower."

"Black Tower?" What Mo Ling didn't expect was that when Bai Zhou heard the Black Tower, he looked confused, as if he didn't know where Mo Ling was talking about.

"I haven't been there. You must have remembered it wrong." Bai Zhou pondered for a while, but still didn't remember: "Forget it, since you know my name, you must have really seen me."

As he spoke, Bai Zhou's expression turned out to be a little lonely, and a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes: "You must have been to our island, maybe you have seen me at that time."

Having said this, Bai Zhou's mood suddenly dropped, and he returned to the corner and continued to sit down.

At the same time, he did not forget to remind Mo Ling:

"Don't touch that fence, the fishmen have electrified it."

Mo Ling quickly looked at his hand and found that there were no traces of burns on it.

"Electricity doesn't seem to be doing much for me."

Only then did Mo Ling realize that he still had shackles on his hands, made of the strange rune metal found on Fish-Man Island.

"Don't even think about escaping." Seeing that Mo Ling had been studying the shackles, Bai Zhou kindly reminded him, "The fishmen won't provide us with food, so try to maintain your strength."

Listening to Bai Zhou's words, Mo Ling realized something was wrong.

"The fish people?"

Doesn't Bai Zhou think he is a fish-man?

Why does he call it that?

Could it be that he had escaped the contortion of his diving helmet?

Thinking of this, Mo Ling quickly tried to ask: "Bai Zhou, what race are you from?"

Bai Zhou's answer surprised Mo Ling:

"Humans, we are called 'humans'."

He seemed happy to answer Mo Ling's questions, and his words were full of pride.

“We are originally a race outside the abyss, but our group came to the third level of the abyss by chance.

"Human beings are very adaptable, so our group settled on the third level of the abyss."

Mo Ling was stunned when he heard Bai Zhou's explanation.

Why is there a new backstory?

At this moment, Mo Ling couldn't tell whether Bai Zhou's words were true or false.

"How did you get to the third level of the abyss?" Mo Ling planned to continue asking.

Bai Zhou didn't seem to be shy about telling these things. He tilted his head and seemed to be thinking about how to tell this history to Mo Ling.

"You should know the emperor, right? He is someone like a clan leader or a king." Bai Zhou asked.

"Know."

"We were sent by the emperor..."

In this way, Bai Zhou told Mo Ling a new and more incredible "backstory".

…

The story is simple.

"The emperor is unwilling to give in and wants to live forever."

At that time, the human emperor, after unifying his territory and making the country worry-free, began to "seek immortality".

After aging, the emperor fell into the illusion of pursuing "eternal life" for the sake of "eternal rule".

In order to realize this dream, he recruited alchemists and alchemists to seek various secrets of immortality.

After learning about the immortal mountains overseas, the emperor sent people to lead thousands of people, carrying food, clothing, medicine and agricultural tools, into the sea to seek immortality.

This fleet entered the endless sea by boat, but encountered unprecedented wind and waves.

In other words, it was not wind and waves, but some unknown phenomenon.

The seawater flows backwards, and a reverse vortex draws the seawater into the sky, forming a huge water ball like an olive.

The edges of the water ball sparkled with golden light.

A golden ocean current was like a spread carpet, connecting from the center of the water ball to the front of the ship, welcoming the fleet with the most gorgeous ceremony.

The alchemists at that time thought it was an act of an immortal and did not dare to act rashly.

The water ball did not rush, but hung quietly in the air.

On the contrary, the alchemists on the ship all exploded:

"It seems that the immortal means to let us pass?"

"Are we going there?"

"Of course. Aren't we just here to seek immortality? The immortals have come out to greet us."

In the end, the alchemists still did not dare to disobey the immortal's will and controlled the ship to sail forward along the golden ocean current.

Until I crossed the current and came to a sea I had never seen before...