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"Then let's go in and take a look!"
George did not resist the power of the gray fog, allowing it to lead his soul smoothly into the space above the gray fog.
With his soul strength, if he didn't want to enter, the gray fog wouldn't be able to budge him at all.
"You're George?"
Klein looked at the young man appearing before his eyes, a look of surprise crossing his face.
He had expected the George pulled into the gray fog space to look like an infant; he hadn't expected him to be a young man.
But on second thought, it made sense.
George was a transmigrator just like him; since he had merely occupied an infant's body, his soul would naturally remain that of his previous life.
This also indirectly proved that what George had said was true.
"Yes. So this is the internal space of the gray fog."
George scanned the surroundings.
He was currently standing inside a giant palace. High up in the palace was a throne, and below it was a long bronze table with ten seats on either side.
"When I first came in, this place was all gray fog. This current scene was manifested based on my imagination," Klein explained.
"However, I can only stay in this palace I've created. I cannot enter the space above the palace. Perhaps I need greater strength to break through the fog and explore up there."
"Let me try."
George looked up through the palace toward the top of the gray fog. He could faintly see stairs hidden in the mist leading toward a core location, and he flew up directly, bringing Klein with him.
Outside, it wasn't easy to force his way in, but now that he was inside, he could certainly try by relying on his soul strength.
"Open for me!"
George thrust both hands into the gray fog and pulled hard to either side. Relying on a soul even more powerful than a True God's, he actually managed to tear a path through the fog by sheer force.
Then, carrying Klein, he squeezed upward step by step.
One step, two steps, three steps, four steps, five steps... When the two reached the sixth step and were seemingly about to break through the gray fog completely, they were blocked.
After several consecutive attempts, George realized that if he didn't use other powers and relied solely on his soul to force it open, he couldn't squeeze through this final layer.
"Is it no use?"
Following behind with a face full of hope, Klein saw George stop at the final step, and a look of tension immediately appeared on his face.
Perhaps the secret of their transmigration was hidden behind this fog. If they could get in, they might find a way home.
At the same time, he was awestruck by George's power.
They were both transmigrators who hadn't been here long—why was George so much stronger than him?
Was it because he had been an ordinary person before transmigrating, while George had been a Taoist priest and already possessed some extraordinary knowledge from their own world?
"It's not a big problem."
George let go, his expression showing no signs of difficulty.
He still had the ultimate move of stacking souls to multiply his soul strength, which he hadn't used yet.
With his current soul strength, it indeed wasn't enough to break the final layer of gray fog, but as long as he stacked the soul of another avatar over, it would be sufficient to break through.
He didn't even need to stack the souls of all his avatars.
"Open for me!"
Drawing upon the soul power of one avatar to temporarily enter his soul in this world, George's soul strength instantly doubled.
With a single horizontal chop of his hand, he sliced open the final layer of gray fog, revealing the mysterious space behind it.
What greeted their eyes was a brilliant light door stained with hints of bluish-black, and from above the light door hung strand after strand of black fine thread.
These fine threads were connected to "cocoons" that were almost completely transparent.
Inside those "cocoons" were all human soul bodies—some Black, some Asian, and some White.
These soul bodies were wearing clothes unique to the modern era, holding cell phones, bags, gaming consoles, and bank cards. Every single one of them was sleeping with their eyes closed, and it was impossible to tell how long they had been slumbering.
Among them, the three "cocoons" closest to the light door had already broken open and were empty.
"How... how can this be?"
Looking at the scene before him, Klein went completely numb. Various thoughts and suspicions flooded his mind, and his facial expression spiraled out of control.
George's eyes narrowed as well. Recalling the history he had read during this time, he had some answers in his heart.
He was a true transmigrator, but Klein likely was not. Klein's soul had probably been imprisoned in this gray fog space by its true owner and only released now.
History books recorded that a prehistoric civilization might have existed before the First Epoch.
That prehistoric civilization was very likely the modern civilization Klein and the others came from. The souls in these cocoons were likely plucked from the modern era and stored here.
Three cocoons were already broken.
One was Klein, another should be that Roselle, and one was unknown.
As for what purpose the true owner of this gray fog space had, it wasn't clear yet.
Of course, these were just preliminary deductions based on existing intelligence. As for what the truth really was, he would need to learn more later to be certain.
"If this is really the case, I can't touch this gray fog space for the time being."
Without knowing who the true owner of the gray fog space was or what their goal was, George worried that rashly taking the space for himself would draw out the true owner.
Given the strength displayed by this space, its true owner was at least at the level of a True God.
He wasn't afraid, per se; he had the confidence to escape even if he couldn't win.
However, if that happened, his strength would be completely exposed. If he caught the attention of this world's Creator, it would be troublesome.
Still, he wouldn't give up so easily.
Based on the grade of this gray fog space, if he could absorb it and integrate it into his own world, it would be no different from directly devouring a world like the Apprentice Magician's world.
It could significantly boost his strength.
Giving up just because of a bit of danger wasn't his style.
Moreover, judging by the current situation, he guessed that the true owner of the gray fog space might no longer exist or had suffered some heavy blow, necessitating the release of these captured modern souls to perform some sort of remedy.
If that were the case, then there was even less to worry about.
"Does this mean we... can't go back?"
Klein was a very smart fellow; he currently held the same suspicion as George.
Only in his hypothesis, among the three broken cocoons, one was Roselle, one was himself, and one was George—exactly three.
"Maybe things aren't as bad as we think."
Seeing Klein's face full of despair and noticing his mental state beginning to waver, George offered a word of comfort.
"Anything is possible. Even if this is true, it doesn't necessarily mean there is no way back."
He wasn't lying to Klein on this point.
Time was not irreversible. If he could find the Creator of this world, there might be a way to send Klein back to the modern era through the river of time.
Or more simply, if George devoured and merged with this world, he could also send Klein back.
(End of Chapter)