I'm trapped in a block

Chapter 1159 Dreams and the Sky
“Who…are these people?”

After seeing those "people" without any breath of life, Mo Ling took a deep breath.

This is really weird.

His sight fell on those "people", and he could even see their pores. Their body structures were no different from those of normal humans, but Mo Ling felt that they were not human. They did not have a certain aura of humans. They were more like a creation that imitated humans...

"They have no souls."

For some reason, Mo Ling blurted out his own judgment.

Hearing Mo Ling's comments, Martin nodded silently: "You are right, they really don't have souls. Their souls are in other dream levels. They are just empty bodies here."

"Dream levels?" Upon hearing this strange term, Mo Ling hurriedly asked.

"It seems you have forgotten. Let me tell you in detail. This starts with a relic. That relic is called—Dream."

Martin started by talking about the dream sect that discovered "dreams", their leader, the various structures in dreams, and the bed and canopy on the 0th floor of dreams.

These stories finally solved some of Moring's confusion, but he still didn't know why Martin brought him here.

"Look up, you should be able to see the sky."

Listening to Martin's words, Mo Ling's vision gradually drifted upwards, and he saw the huge sky curtain of text. Every word was clearly engraved in the sky, like clouds that changed shape, or like the galaxy hanging in the sky, seemingly undulating, yet firm and unwavering.

"I saw it..." Mo Ling said in surprise with his mouth open.

Although he had just learned about the text sky curtain from Martin, Mo Ling still couldn't help but exclaim in amazement after seeing it with his own eyes. It was really shocking.

"Look up again. There is something above the words."

Martin continued to speak, and Mo Ling followed his words and continued to look upwards.

Is there something else beyond words?

If the world is a novel as the leader of the dream sect said, then above the words should be the author, right?

As Mo Ling was thinking, his vision passed through the thick sky of text and came to the top of the "clouds".

However, there was nothing on it, it was empty and a little dark.

Just as he was wondering, suddenly a huge shadow passed through his field of vision. The huge shadow seemed to be cylindrical, with strange patterns on it, circles after circles, and deep grooves between the circles.

The back of the giant shadow has a thick shell, just like a turtle, covering most of the body. The color is transparent, and through the shell, you can see the pink and white flesh inside the giant shadow's body...

Mo Ling was startled by the sudden appearance of the giant shadow, but he reacted quickly and continued to extend his vision, moving up along the body of the giant shadow, trying to see its entire appearance.

"What the hell is that? Is that the author?"

"Why is there nothing around it?"

As Mo Ling's vision became fixed, he was finally able to see the entire giant shadow.

Only then did he realize that it was not a huge strange creature at all, but a human fingertip!

Those circles of grooves are fingerprints!
That transparent shell is a fingernail!
Mo Ling's heart suddenly started pounding. He had never thought that when he spied on a human being from such an angle, he would feel such a deep fear.

Familiar and unfamiliar feelings were mixed together. It was obviously the most familiar thing, but it was presented in the most incomprehensible way, towering over everything in a huge and terrifying posture. Just a glimpse of the edge made him feel suffocated.

Above that finger lies an even greater terror.

"Is it the author? The author of the novel?" "Is that his finger? The finger that can modify reality?"

Mo Ling's heart was trembling, but his vision did not stop, and climbed up along the knuckles that were like mountains.

He had never imagined that a hand could be as high as a mountain, the lines on the skin could be so tortuous and rugged, the hair on the hand could be like a swaying tree, and the scars could be like a swamp...

After climbing this high mountain, there are still higher places to go.

The arms were like stone pillars reaching the sky, with the elbows pointed sharply across the sky. The posture of that huge creature seemed a little distorted.

"What's wrong with him?" Mo Ling outlined the movements of this "person" in his mind based solely on the scene he saw.

He didn't seem to be standing, but rather - lying down.

Mo Ling's vision moved quickly, shuttling between the huge mountains. He couldn't wait to see what the man looked like.

But the more he saw, the more conflicted Mo Ling became, because the clothes on this person gave him a sense of familiarity that shouldn't have been there.

Finally, his vision slid across the neck and passed the lowered chin, and Mo Ling reached the face of this huge figure. The hair on his face was shaking slowly, and the wind from his breath blew past, and the heavy breath poured onto the sky of words.

Mo Ling saw it clearly, but the moment he saw it clearly, he was also stunned.

His familiarity did not deceive him.

This "Creator" who is above the words is a person he is familiar with beyond belief - Router.

He was currently trapped in the crystal, stroking the ground with his hands, trying his best to change the tiny words on the ground.

And those words were floating above Mo Ling at this moment.

They stared at each other through a thick curtain of words, but could not see each other's appearance clearly.

Mo Ling stretched out his hand, trying to grab the road that was "right in front of him", but he hit nothing. Then he came to his senses and realized that they were so far apart.

……

"Did you see it? Did you see it clearly?"

Martin's gentle call brought Mo Ling out of his daze.

"I saw it. Why is he there?" Mo Ling asked in a daze, "I thought the author was there, but it turned out to be him. He shouldn't be there... Why?"

Mo Ling's words were full of doubts, he didn't understand.

Lu Qi and he came to the bottom of the abyss together, why did the two people arrive at completely different places?

The route led him to the top of the sky with words and into the crystal, but he entered a deep sea and was brought to the bottom of the words by his dream.

Where is the real bottom?
Or is it that there is no "bottom" at all?
Moring asked Martin several "whys" in a row, and he desperately hoped that Martin could give him an accurate answer.

Martin just waited quietly, and only spoke again after Mo Ling's emotions had stabilized a little:
"I told you, this is a scam."

"Your friend, the reason he's there is because he's become the new author."

"Every human being who comes to the bottom of the abyss will become a new author..."

(End of this chapter)