The ripples in the darkness gradually calmed down, and those pale texts no longer emerged. No matter how Zhou Ming focused or searched in the darkness, he could no longer see those eerie "conversations."
Yes, conversations. There was no doubt that it was a conversation, and… it seemed to be a conversation taking place among the gods.
At least, Zhou Ming recognized the name "Bartok."
In the darkness, Zhou Ming quietly stood in place. He didn't try to trigger new ripples but instead fell into a long contemplation—the astonishing amount of information surged in his mind like tides, and beneath the calm surface of his thoughts lurked a huge astonishment and a tangle of speculation.
Was this some kind of terrible joke? Obviously unlikely.