An entire continent was hanging upside down and moving slowly overhead, its huge and gloomy shadow enough to cover four-fifths of the field of vision. The oppression brought by this scene was astonishing - even Duncan felt suffocated at this moment, and couldn't help but want to look away.
But he forcibly controlled the urge to look away, and instead forced himself to look up and take a closer look at the upside-down piece of the star fragment.
He didn't know what was going on here, how he got here, or how to go back - but precisely because of this, he had to observe all suspicious scenes and collect all information that might come in handy.
That upside-down celestial debris... is it real? Or is it just a terrible illusion? Is it the remains of a world that has been shattered? Or is it just a distorted projection of the warp's chaotic space and time
The inverted land drifted slowly in an inclined trajectory, getting closer and closer to the Lost Homeland. Duncan suddenly became nervous because he found that the direction of the ship under his feet seemed to be moving right next to the edge of the "continent", and there was a possibility of a collision between the two!
But just as the continent was getting closer and the stern of the Lost Homeland was about to touch a broken mountain on the edge of the continent, Duncan suddenly felt the deck under his feet shaking.
Then, he seemed to hear phantom shouts coming from somewhere, and harsh creaking sounds coming from all over this dilapidated old ghost ship. These sounds broke the silence on the Lost Homeland. The next second, the huge ship under his feet stopped turning slightly - at a very dangerous distance, the lower structure of the Lost Homeland passed by the intact mountain.
Duncan looked at the movement under the boat in astonishment, and listened to the faint shouts and creaking noises gradually fade away. But suddenly, the corner of my eye seemed to catch something, so I looked up suddenly and looked at this intact mountain on the edge of the inverted continent.
At this moment, the Lost Hometown had not yet gradually crossed the center line of the mountain, and its dilapidated mast was almost brushing against the dark and hazy peak of the former. Now, Hong Jin saw the scene behind the mountain.
He saw a cliff, a jagged cliff that seemed to have been torn apart by brute force, and a huge humanoid creature was leaning against the cliff - "he" was almost as tall as the entire mountain, with thin and pale limbs, a deformed and swollen head, and a huge single eye embedded in its bumpy face. The eye was half open and half closed, and dirty liquid flowed out of it, solidifying into amber-like droplets in mid-air.
Duncan's mind was full of thoughts for a moment, then he shook his head and walked towards the hatch leading to the upper deck.
Or... is it actually me who is the "phantom"
But it is broken.
This is a fragmented cabin with a faint light floating in it.
He even went to find the cabin where Alice lived, which was of course also empty. For some reason, this made him feel relieved. He closed his eyes slightly and tried to communicate with the ship, just like he communicated with the intact Lost Homeland in the real world, to understand this ghost ship floating in the subspace.
When he passed the middle warehouse, he stopped for two minutes in front of the stairs leading to the deeper part.
The moment his perception spread, he "felt" that the ship under his feet had disappeared. There was no deck, mast or cabin at all. He even felt that he was floating alone in that vast chaos. The huge sense of fullness and perceptual dislocation that followed directly interrupted his concentration.
The bottom of the ship in the real dimension was shattered into pieces, but why is the bottom of the ship here so broken
Through the crack in the door, he could vaguely see the scene on the other side.
He climbed the steps and entered the empty hold on the upper deck.
Afterwards, the lightning that had lasted for a long time finally stopped moving forward. It crossed the middle of the continent, then gradually dissipated from the center. In Yan Jin's vision, the rolled-back land gradually returned.
A dark, open cabin came into his sight.
The staircase led down to the wreckage of the Lost Homeland.
Duncan finally withdrew his gaze and looked around anxiously, looking at the vast chaos outside the ship's side.
He couldn't feel the ship - was there any way to communicate, but he couldn't feel the ship at all.
The existence of a ship!
Duncan was not too careless, he just silently withdrew his gaze, holding the burning sword in one hand and slowly pushing the door open with the other. Duncan felt a strange feeling in his heart, and continued to walk forward. After walking a few steps, he suddenly stopped. Duncan stood in front of the stairs, took a deep breath, and walked up.
This is the cabin with "inverted light and shadow" - in the real dimension, this cabin is full of oil lamps, and the light from the oil lamps and the darkness in the corners of the cabin show a state of inverted light. The brighter the place, the darker it is, and the darker the corner, the brighter it is.
No matter what the ship is, no matter why it appears to be "non-existent" in his perception, at least it is carrying him now, and does not show any expulsion or hostility towards his "captain", which gives Duncan the motivation and confidence to continue exploring.
The colorless black continent and the pale Cyclops who died on the cliff at the edge of the continent, in that chaotic and dim subspace, under the illumination of this long "lightning", the stunning black and white scene was deeply imprinted in Duncan's mind.
Duncan turned his head suddenly and looked at where he was.
He had explored these areas on the Lost Homeland in the real dimension and knew that there was no cabin with inverted light and shadow below, nor the "complete bottom" deeper inside - but on this exploration, he brought a lantern with him.
There are no warnings left for future generations, nor instructions to guide the way forward. It is just an ordinary wooden door, slightly open, as if welcoming visitors to step inside.
A door appeared at the end of the stairs.
There was nothing on the door frame.
The old and dilapidated cabin was dark and dusty, and it was unknown how long it had been abandoned - just like what he saw through the crack of this door when he and Yan Jinxiu explored the bottom of the Lost Hometown.
Duncan simply raised the sword in his hand and lightly stroked the air above the sword with his fingers. A faint green flame burned on the sword, providing limited illumination.
Duncan looked at the surrounding ship structure in astonishment, then stepped on the deck, as if he suspected that the ship carrying him was actually just an illusion.
Rather than seeing the people or things he planted there, he hoped that they would appear in that strange and terrifying place.
Duncan felt his heartbeat suddenly slow down for a beat, and then he walked slowly forward, and the appearance of the door also appeared hazily in his eyes.
After leaving Yan Jinxiu's room, Duncan went straight through the crew area and the restaurant area and headed deeper into the cabin.
From time to time, there would be turbulent flows of light and shadow, and from time to time, there would be dim flashes that would cut through the darkness. In that bright and chaotic void, these flashes and turbulent flows of light and shadow would reflect some things, which were all large and small clumps, indescribable shadows.
“… This place is much more normal.”
He used his sword as a lamp, climbed the stairs and walked quickly forward.
Duncan arrived at the door and noticed at first glance that the door was slightly open a crack inwards.
Duncan subconsciously raised his head and looked at the door frame. He still remembered that there was a sentence written on the door, indicating that it was the last small door at the bottom of the cabin.
When Duncan stepped into this place, the first thing he noticed was the intact bulkhead structure around it. Although it was dilapidated, there was not even a single crack in the bulkhead, so naturally he could not see the situation inside the bulkhead.
The situation there has changed so much compared to the real dimension that even if he finds this lantern, it may not be useful in the cabin above. Moreover, the main ability of this lantern is to expand his perception - but in his perception, this ship does not exist at all. What's the point of expanding his perception several times
There it was, "opposite the door." Duncan looked around.
Deep in the dim and hazy cabin ahead, an ancient and old door stood out of nowhere.
Duncan took a deep breath and looked down at the ship beneath his feet—the Lost Homeland, which was completely different from the one he was familiar with and looked dilapidated in every way.
There was no light and shadow reversal here, only a uniform chaotic darkness. The spiritual flame burning on the sword blade did not trigger any light and shadow reversal mechanism, but instead illuminated the surroundings abnormally.
But he still raised his head, knowing that this continent was not completely far away.
The last bit of its structure was still slowly floating over the Lost Hometown, and he seemed to be able to hear the low roar of this huge object slowly pressing down on his head - although he knew it was only an illusion, the illusion of this roar still echoed in his mind, as if it was the last lament of a world that had not yet died left in the warp.
Duncan couldn't help but mutter softly, then he walked cautiously through the empty place and continued forward until another staircase appeared in his sight.
It's exactly the same as the door on the bottom of the Lost Homeland in the real dimension!
Duncan finally confirmed his guess
But there he did not find the lantern.
Several cabins were opened in succession, and all of them looked old and dilapidated, with suspicious black stains covering the walls and roofs, and all the rooms were empty - some of the rooms were clearly warehouses full of things in Duncan's memory, but now there were only dilapidated walls and pillars.
Opposite the door was an equally dim place, an old and dilapidated cabin.
But the next second, he suddenly opened his eyes.
The Cyclops had obviously been dead for many years, but its remaining body still seemed to exude some kind of fascinating pressure and power. There were no obvious scars on its body, as if it had died of exhaustion. Until the moment of death, its hands were pressed tightly against the cliff behind it, and its fingers were deeply embedded in the rocks of the cliff.
He decided to continue with his previous exploration plan.
The lantern would help him expand his perception and reveal safe corners of the cabin that were twisted and mutated in advance.
But after a moment of determination, Duncan decided to move on.