Shen Feng felt a BUZZ in his head, as if all the blood in his body had suddenly rushed to his scalp. His protective suit was already stuffy, and now his back was instantly drenched in sweat.
He was a staunch materialist and atheist. Even after encountering beings like the Whisperer or the Master of the Void, he considered them nothing more than energy forms or creatures with extraordinary powers—things that could definitely be explained by Science.
But his current environment and that voice were simply too bizarre, making it difficult not to think of ghosts and gods.
He took a deep breath and cocked his ear, ready to listen carefully, but the voice was already gone.
It was as if it had never been there at all.
'What on earth was that sound?'
'Was it really my name?'
'If so, that's just ridiculous!'
The Savior and the Salvation Army he founded didn't exist in this world. The Shen Feng of this world might have died long ago, or perhaps he never existed at all.
