Chapter 398 The Great Whirlpool

"They didn't mean it, it's just that the things you said had too much of an impact on them." The Good Heart Stone comforted.

"It's okay." Mo Ling didn't blame the dead stones.

At this time, they hadn't really felt the dead universe, hadn't seen the end of the world, and of course they wouldn't feel the same way.

This was determined by experience and couldn't be changed.

Mo Ling just felt a little sad. The petrification he pursued all his life could only step into nothingness and become a stone without thoughts.

All he could do now was to persuade him kindly.

"Don't continue to petrify, enjoy this world." He said to the Good Heart Stone seriously.

The Good Heart Stone was stunned and fell into silence.

After a long time, it replied apologetically:

"I... still want to continue to petrify."

"Don't you believe me?" Mo Ling asked puzzledly.

"No, I just want to see it myself. I think it is more meaningful than wandering around in the seabed in a daze."

Goodheart Stone said with some yearning:

"That is the destruction of the sun! And the extinction of life. What a magnificent thing that would be?"

"If I don't turn into stone, I won't be able to see such a scene even if my life is exhausted."

"I don't want to see the gray in front of me forever. I am also tired of this dim seabed. If I can see the colorful nebulae in the universe with my own eyes, it will be worth it."

"But, it's all fleeting." Mo Ling said helplessly.

He knew that Goodheart Stone couldn't understand such nothingness. These beauties were not worth mentioning under the vortex of time.

What's the difference between the gray seabed and the brilliant nebula?

"And, when you finish watching all this, you will regret it." Mo Ling advised: "You will long for everything to return to the past, you will want time to go back, and you will miss this gray seabed."

Mo Ling saw the desperate look of Goodheart Stone with his own eyes, and knew how painful it would be at that time.

However, even though Mo Ling persuaded him, the Good Heart Stone was still unwilling to change his decision.

"If I give up petrification and live my whole life in this gray dust, I will regret it."

Listening to the stubborn words of the Good Heart Stone, Mo Ling finally understood that he could not change the Good Heart Stone's decision.

He could not change the minds of those stone stones after all.

Even the scenes he described would become the motivation for them to petrify.

The dust in the vortex continued to fall, and those stone stones began to gather in groups to create vortices. With Mo Ling as an example, they also understood how to gather dust quickly.

The Good Heart Stone was also eager to join in.

"Go." Mo Ling saw its thoughts and said to it lightly.

"Okay, take care." The Good Heart Stone drifted into the vortex along the water flow without any intention of staying.

Mo Ling sank alone on the bottom of the sea, watching the vortex re-form.

Countless stone stones were involved and became part of the vortex.

The shadow of the Kind-hearted Stone overlapped with the other dead stones and sank into them.

The scattered dust was gathered again, and the vortex returned to its original appearance unconsciously.

Mo Ling let the water flow take away the stone shell on his body, revealing his original shell and limbs.

The heavy burden was removed, and Mo Ling instantly felt a lot more flexible.

"Very easy."

Mo Ling climbed to a high place far away from the vortex, grabbed a few handfuls of shrimps and melon seeds, found a stone, lay softly on it, and began to chew.

The dust was gathered by the vortex in the distance, and the originally gray sea above Mo Ling's head was unusually clear. A ray of sunlight passed through the clear sea water and shone on Mo Ling's head.

There was no destroyed star, only warm sunshine.

There was no demise of civilization, only the demise of shrimps.

Mo Ling lay there, and actually felt sleepy.

In this way, the round watermelon worm lay on the stone and fell asleep, with the limbs in its hands still tightly grasping the shrimp, unwilling to let go...

When he suddenly woke up, he found himself lying on the bed in the cube.

"What am I doing? How dare I sleep in that place?"

He suddenly realized that his behavior was a little too relaxed.

During the time when he became a stone, he did not have any sense of crisis, as if he was one of those stone.

In the end, he even lay on the stone and ate shrimp...

"Is it because the stone has no brain, and I am affected by their body?"

Mo Ling suddenly remembered what the building block man said before:

"The stone has no brain."

It seems that it is true.

After returning to the cube, Mo Ling instantly felt that his mind was much clearer, and many forgotten things surfaced again.

"Oh no, God is still coming!"

Mo Ling, whose brain has returned to normal, quickly looked out.

The cube is still wrapped in a thick stone shell. Mo Ling quickly broke the stone shell and controlled the cube to escape in mid-air.

The sky was still gray, but something that had not existed before appeared in the sky.

It was a vortex.

A gray vortex, with countless stone powder twisting and spinning in it. The surging dust stuck together to form a flocculent cantilever, swinging continuously with the rotation of the vortex.

The net made of dust covered the sky and earth, with the vortex as the center, spreading wantonly. Under the reflection of the mirror, it looked like a ferocious beast.

The terrifying gaze came from the omnipresent dust net. It seemed that every grain of dust had its own consciousness. They stared at the cube, as if they wanted to eat it alive.

Under the slowly rotating vortex, Mo Ling felt a terrifying pressure. He looked at the sky, as if he was looking up at a dark cloud, as if a rainstorm would come in the next second.

However, the rainstorm did not come, but those gazes suddenly became gentle.

Surrounded by dust, a pure spherical area suddenly appeared around the cube.

In this pure area, there was no dust, like a deliberately created space.

Mo Ling didn't know the function of this space, and hurriedly controlled the cube to escape, but he found that no matter where he hid, the pure space always followed the cube.

"Wait..."

Just when Mo Ling was about to escape again, he suddenly heard a familiar sound.

It was the friction sound of some kind of keratin, as if it was slapping each other with limbs.

Mo Ling knew this sound, it was the language of the Zombie Clan.

Hearing this familiar language, Mo Ling stopped escaping.

"Does it want to communicate with me?"

After realizing this, Mo Ling looked at the terrifying vortex in the sky and slowly calmed down.

The voice was intermittent, as if trying different speaking speeds, sometimes deliberately slowing down the speech, and sometimes suddenly speeding up, turning into incomprehensible noise.

Finally, after listening carefully, Mo Ling finally heard clearly what the voice wanted to express:

"God, please wait for us..."