Chapter 275: Diving Down Once More

Fortunately, when it comes to memory, as long as one has seen it, as long as the eyes and ears have truly acted as input devices to record it, the brain will store it away, even if the conscious mind cannot recall such clear details at all.

Luo Qi thought of something: the physical structure of the Alien creatures determines that they are unable to produce varied sounds; in other words, Alien creatures are unable to develop language. That is why the Queen remained silent throughout; Alien creatures do not need language, but the Alien God seems to have cheated by acquiring this ability more than a regular Alien Queen.

The Queen's grief and indignation were so intense they reached the Critical Point of explosion; she broke through the God's consciousness restraints and lunged forward violently. Luo Qi experienced the chaos in her consciousness; she was no longer a Queen, just a shrew banging her head against the ground, launching a useless suicide charge.

The powerful Mage beneath the Pyramid merely turned her head to glance at her, and a pressure even greater than before washed over them. It was like swimming in a storm; just when one thought there was a chance to break the surface for a breath of air, a giant wave like a mountain crashed down, and Luo Qi (the Alien creature) was slammed into the depths of the seabed. The seabed was cold and deep, the giant waves churned, and the pressure increased constantly; this body could be crushed and torn apart at any moment, and panic and despair permeated the empty Consciousness Space.

At the very end, as if her bones were being thrown against the cliffs by the sea, she was knocked unconscious.

Everything was over; Luo Qi abruptly jumped out of this memory space nested within the Queen's consciousness, feeling as dizzy as if he were suffering from motion sickness on a roller coaster.

He scrambled to his feet in the world of consciousness, quickly checking how many Ghosts stationed in the Alien creature's Consciousness Space were still in position. His time Ghosts were performing a Calculation for him; three seconds had passed in the external world, and the Queen's fingernail had scratched a bit of his eyelid, with a bead of blood congealing between her fingertip and his skin. Du Zhengyi was about to turn around; there were still at least dozens of seconds left before Du Zhengyi would burn his bridges, release the shackles of his consciousness, and unleash his suicidal Magic.

Luo Qi's nose began to bleed; as fellow creatures of the Telepathy type, the Aliens' powerful shared mental world caused him great interference. However, Luo Qi did not hesitate for a single instant; he still had a little time, so without a second thought, he jumped into the second memory segment the Ghost had prepared for him.

At this moment, the Queen had just awakened from a dreamless slumber; in her memory, the previous moment was still the pain of her race being exterminated. Her few remaining kin were slowly waking up, the shrinking Consciousness Space making their connection even tighter. She slept in a coffin without gravity, suspended in a colorless substance; she gently shook her arms, pushing aside those substances that were like water yet not water, calmly gazing at the human face outside the coffin.

That person was not in Luo Qi's memory; the river of time had lost its Coordinate, and Luo Qi felt a wave of panic. How long had it been? He racked his brains, wanting to ask exactly that.

Unexpectedly, he actually heard his own consciousness asking, "How long?"

A chill ran down his spine, and he immediately realized that the one asking was actually the Alien Queen, not him, nor his consciousness.

Through the transparent coffin, an incredibly aged man looked at him (her) without any vitality, "A long time."

How long is a long time? Your mother...

Luo Qi was practically bristling in the world of consciousness, but suddenly, the flames used for Light Magic outside the coffin flared up and grew larger. The light was no longer confined to just that person's face, and only then did Luo Qi see clearly that the old man's hair was coiled on top of his head, held by a wooden hairpin, and he was wearing a cross-collared robe—a Daoist robe.

Luo Qi was a bit surprised, but this old man was indeed a Mage, an Old Mage.

More importantly, he was also a powerful Mind Mage.