I'm trapped in a cube

"When did you change positions?"

Mo Ling was sure that he had been following the moonlight.

The dazzling light couldn't be faked, but he was just slightly distracted, and the moonlight completely changed its direction.

Mo Ling, who did not believe in evil, turned around and walked behind him.

This time, he looked more intently at the road in front of him.

In order to make sure that he was heading in the right direction, Mo Ling opened the armor's map and looked at it carefully.

When encountering some terrain that had to be turned, Mo Ling used the flying function of his armor to directly cross over, walking completely in a straight line to ensure that he would not deviate from the direction.

However, the more focused you are, the easier it is to get distracted.

Just when Mo Ling was looking at the map seriously, when he looked up, the Moon Altar was gone again.

The shadows on the ground suddenly changed.

Looking in the direction of the light, the Moon Altar was hanging high in the sky on the other side.

"Still changing?"

But this time, Mo Ling was finally sure that it was not his problem.

After tinkering for a while, a part flew out of Mo Ling's armor, like a camera, staring closely at the Moon Altar in the distance.

At the same time, an image also appeared in the armor, which was exactly what the camera captured.

Looking at the moon altar clearly on the screen, Mo Ling nodded with satisfaction.

"You won't get lost now, will you?"

However, before Mo Ling was happy for a long time, the picture suddenly became empty again.

The parts that were originally locked to the Moon Altar also spun a few times in the air and were aligned in another direction.

Changed again?

Now, Mo Ling no longer dared to act rashly, and stood still and observed.

Soon, he discovered the changing patterns of the Moon Altar.

It does not move around and change directions irregularly, but follows several specific positions, appearing here and on the other side, and after a cycle, returns to its original position.

It is as if several points have been determined, and the Moon Altar only appears at these points.

After understanding everything, Mo Ling began to think about what to do next.

"As long as you go to a certain point, the Moon Altar will always appear."

Mo Ling decided to arrive at one of the locations first and wait.

However, what happened next was beyond Mo Ling's expectation.

In the sky, many moon altars began to appear at certain locations.

At first, only two appeared together, but later, the moon altars began to appear continuously in these locations, like flashing lights in the sky, which were bright and dark for a while, forming a circle.

The moonlight also came from all directions.

The one in front just lit up, and the moonlight from behind came again.

Mo Ling felt like he was in a ballroom with lights everywhere, constantly being dazzled by the dazzling spotlights coming from all directions.

The flashing speed became faster and faster, until the moon altar in a circle was fixed in the sky and stopped changing.

On the ground, Mo Ling's shadow turned into the shape of a flower, blooming faintly with him as the center.

The mist was illuminated extremely brightly by the pale moonlight, like small flying insects. The light spots, which were either dust or water droplets, seemed to be alive, surrounding Mo Ling.

The light spots followed the flow of mist and hit the armor, then pulled away suddenly, circled in a circle, and spiraled in the air.

Countless light spots came one after another. Mo Ling stood there, surrounded by the light spots. In the hazy mist in the distance, there were other light spots, rushing towards Mo Ling like a river.

For a moment, Mo Ling seemed to be under the spotlight, being scrutinized by countless eyes.

At the same time, Mo Ling suddenly felt a tingle in his heart.

It seemed that there were countless pairs of eyes staring at him in the mist.

Those light spots were getting faster and faster, and then, under Mo Ling's shocked gaze, they suddenly stopped and froze in the air.

The air solidified instantly.

Is this time stagnant?

Mo Ling immediately remembered the scene that happened when he was dotting the eyes of the little fry on the moon altar, and now it happened again.

Moreover, the scope this time seems to be much larger than before.

Before he had time to think about it, there was actually a "stab, stab, stab" sound coming from Mo Ling's armor.

It seemed like someone was talking.

Mo Ling quickly stopped all movements and began to listen carefully.

The sound was very faint and seemed very far away, but it was still very obvious in the silence.

Soon, Mo Ling heard clearly that it seemed to be some kind of conversation.

It's fishman language!

Slowly, the voice became clearer and clearer, and Mo Ling began to hear the content of those conversations clearly:

"How long?" a voice asked.

"Two hundred years, General, is not much different from the estimated time."

General?

Is that Jeff?

As the sound gradually increased, Mo Ling finally confirmed that it was Jeff's voice, but the content of their conversation was unknown, so Mo Ling could only continue to listen.

"Who has the highest authority?" Jeff asked.

"I don't know, it was lost two hundred years ago." Another strange voice answered.

Lost two hundred years ago?

Didn't the highest authority just transfer to me?

Mo Ling instantly realized that time might have changed again.

"Is this two hundred years from now?"

When will the moon altar appear next?

Looking at the stagnant fog and light spots around him, Mo Ling was extremely shocked. What kind of place had he come to?

Or is it all an illusion?

Just like mirages, they are all shadows of the past?

Just as he was wondering, those voices started talking again, and Mo Ling had to continue to listen carefully.

"Eternal life is still there, it seems that two hundred years is not enough."

"Yes, General, our body's learning ability is too poor, those new souls are still in the ignorant stage, and civilization is very primitive."

"What about the inheritance given to them?" Jeff asked: "Didn't they study seriously?"

"Some generals, they held the Sea Moon Ceremony in full accordance with the contents of the inheritance, and the function of the moon altar was completely normal. Otherwise, we would not have woken up on time. However, the time is limited. The inheritance we created can only select the basic contents to record .”

"What basic content?" Jeff asked.

"The various ecology and climate on the island... as well as simple tools and technologies... Technology cannot be achieved overnight. It can only start from the bottom. They only have two hundred years. If it is too advanced, they will not understand it."

"Well done, I will seize the time this time and leave a little more inheritance to them. The form of inheritance will still be the same as before. Just tell them how to do it, don't tell them why."

"Okay General."

"Thank you for your hard work. Wake up the other tribesmen first, let them feel the world again, and then continue to sleep."

"Okay general, see you in two hundred years."

"goodbye……"