I'm trapped in a cube

Mo Ling did not intend to refuse their request, because he himself was also planning to go there and have a look.

"That's where it all started."

The failure of Lusheng kidney has caused organ dissimilation. Understanding the cause of failure may be able to solve all this.

"How should I get there?" Mo Ling asked the old Phoenix in front of him.

The huge bird head slowly approached Mo Ling, and an ethereal voice entered his body: "Come up... I will take you there."

"Come up?" Mo Ling looked at the bird head and didn't react.

"Come on me." Old Phoenix said calmly.

So that's what it meant... Mo Ling reacted, her body floated gently, and came to the bird's head full of mysterious patterns, standing between the gaps between the bronze feathers.

"Ding dong~" The bird's head suddenly lifted up and rose into the air.

The figure of the statue below was instantly invisible, and the surrounding thick fog instantly obscured the view.

"Hurry up, I'm leaving..."

The voice of the old phoenix spread along the soles of his feet to Mo Ling's bronze body, echoing continuously in his body. Mo Ling also quickly grabbed the bronze feathers on the bird's head.

As the sound of feathers rustled more and more frequently, the old phoenix rose into the sky.

A strong wind blew away the surrounding fog, and after a few ups and downs, Old Phoenix had already carried Mo Ling to the high altitude.

The field of vision suddenly became clear again. The fog condensed below, but it was very thin in the sky. Mo Ling stood on the bird's head and looked down, as if he was overlooking a sea of ​​blue clouds, with strange lights flashing faintly in the sea of ​​clouds. The silhouettes are all bronze lives in the fog.

Looking down at the Bronze Heart from this angle is a completely different picture.

But what shocked Mo Ling even more was that higher up above his head, there seemed to be a dome full of folds, enveloping the entire sea of ​​mist and clouds.

The dome was still slowly squirming and seemed to be made of some kind of cyan flesh. The surface was also covered with a layer of diaphragm that exuded light fluorescence and looked very tough.

"What is that?" Mo Ling exclaimed.

Old Phoenix's bronze eyes turned slightly and looked at the dome that shrouded the sky.

"That's the inner wall of the atrium of the bronze heart."

After hearing Old Phoenix's explanation, Mo Ling instantly understood that that was the true form of Bronze Heart...

There was no end in sight to the sea of ​​mist and clouds below. Old Phoenix's figure seemed huge enough to Mo Ling, but surrounded by the dome of the atrium, the sea of ​​clouds was just like a thin "carpet". The Phoenix is ​​even smaller, just a "black spot" under the dome.

Mo Ling could not imagine how big the real bronze heart was.

"No wonder the heartbeat sound can come from all directions and cover every place..."

The bronze heart does not need to expend much power at all, nor does it need to have any "respect" for the bronze life in it. As long as the heartbeat rings, everything under the dome will inevitably be affected.

The old phoenix flew slowly between the blue sky and the earth. Even though he was huge, he was only a slightly larger "microorganism" in the vast bronze heart, and could not make any waves at all.

The clouds are misty, the dome is vast, and the giant bird is flapping its wings... The sound of feathers colliding into the air, without any response, just disappeared into the endless blue.

Mo Ling clutched the feathers of the bird's head tightly to resist the strong wind.

The green mist caressed the bronze body and seeped into the gaps in the lines.

The whistling wind blew by, and Mo Ling seemed to hear the sound of the wind blowing the copper, and the shell was vibrating slightly, emitting a wonderful resonance.     "Buzz...buzz..."

The sound had a very regular rhythm, old-fashioned and restrained, like the bells in a temple, or the chimes played by the emperor when he offered sacrifices to heaven. It was extremely regular, without a trace of excess or clutter.

Gradually, the resonant sound actually merged with the sound of the old phoenix flapping its wings, like gears made of bronze, tightly fitting together, running according to regular tooth marks, ups and downs, up and down.

As he listened, Mo Ling slowly immersed himself in it. He seemed to hear the sound of a clock and the sound of a heartbeat. The sound of the wind turned into even breathing, and the sound of the collision of feathers turned into the ringing of a bell.

Law, the ultimate law...

Everything in Bronze Heart is born for the sake of law.

Just like the operation of the human body.

The constantly beating heart, the exhalation and inhalation of breath, the opening and closing of eyelids, the contact and separation of lips, the contraction and stretching of limbs, the sliding and stagnation of bones...

The organs in the human body rotate within a certain "amplitude", just like gears. These gears form a precise "clock", operating under extreme laws and within a certain system. It cannot be crossed or escaped.

The bronze heart is the midpoint of these gears, the base point that anchors the clock’s rhythm.

Just like a human heartbeat, the faster it beats, the more intense life activities are, and the faster the "clock" passes. When the heartbeat slows down, life activities also tend to be gentle, and the human body's clock will slow down.

The heartbeat is fast and slow, and time is also fast and slow.

If there is a problem with any gear of the human body clock, the heart will notice it and then it will be reflected in the heartbeat.

The same goes for Bronze Heart, which clearly knew something was wrong with Spectrum.

There are changes in the organs, and the human clock machine is gradually collapsing.

It can only try its best to resist this process, using various means to maintain the regularity of the gear operation and make the second hand beat as normally as possible.

As the center of the rhythm, the bronze heart cannot turn a blind eye to everything that happens like the orange stomach. It must ensure the stability of the rhythm, ensure that the passage of "time" is normal, and that life activities always remain within a "range".

The heartbeat can still beat, it can still breathe, and the eyelids can still open and close...

Although it is terminally ill, the center of the rhythm cannot move abnormally.

Mo Ling quietly felt the sound of the rhythm. In addition to the extreme regularity, he also felt a hint of loneliness.

The heart is the loneliest organ. It is at the center, protected tightly, dominates everything, and prohibits all interference.

Just like the emperor sitting on the dragon throne, the empire is about to fall, it has nowhere to tell, and it can't tell, it can only forcibly maintain the majesty that is no longer of much use, suppress everything with thunder, and use the heartbeat of the bell to shock the long-rotten ministers and the turbulent court.

Until there was no one under the dragon throne to respond to it...

"Bang... Bang..."

The old phoenix flapped its wings and suddenly made a strange "eh".

The oncoming strong wind suddenly disappeared, and turned into a force that pushed upward, lifting the bronze wings higher and higher.

The wind direction changed, the resistance completely disappeared, and it became a completely tailwind.

The rhythm was still beating, as if the bronze emperor saw the hope in the decay, gently raised his hand, and lifted the bird flying to the future...