I'm trapped in a block

Chapter 425: Machines and Factories

After listening to the elf's words, Mo Ling realized that he had misunderstood the Sea of ​​Creation.

"They are not just tanking, they are squeezing every available thing to the extreme, including me as a 'universal container'."

If Mo Ling had not been rescued by the elves, he might have continued to work with them for a long time.

"Why do they work non-stop? Do you feel happy after helping others realize their wishes?" Mo Ling asked doubtfully, "Or what benefits will you gain?"

After hearing this, the elf quickly shook his head: "What's the benefit?"

"When you were in Oasis City, didn't you get people's wishes when they made them to you?"

"That's only because my power is not pure enough, so that phenomenon occurs. Normal wishes do not require a price to be paid." The elf explained: "Besides, I have been in the Sea of ​​Creation for so long, and I have never seen those creatures who hold divine sacrifices pay any price."

As the elf spoke, he raised his head and looked at the swaying golden light on the sea.

"That's why I say they are like machines. Machines don't have any desires, and they don't need to be paid for their work. They just act as a 'part' and keep running..."

There was worry and fear in the elf's words.

The fellow tribesmen around me have all turned into such strange appearances, and no matter who you are, you will feel very scared.

“I want to save them.”

The elf looked up and suddenly said.

"It's not fair to them to have to work non-stop like this."

"How to save?" Mo Ling asked curiously.

"Just stop the Sea of ​​Creation. As long as the 'production line' stops, the machines will also stop running." The elf looked at Mo Ling and said seriously:

"The Sea of ​​Creation is like a huge factory, and those mirrors are conveyor belts. As the mirrors change, those places of worship and wishing will appear in front of my people, and they will complete the work in front of them like machines."

“As soon as the mirror stops moving and the production line comes to a complete standstill, they stop working.”

Listening to the elf's words, Mo Ling also understood its thoughts.

However, the elf said it was simple, but there were many difficulties in actual operation:
How to stop the mirror from changing?
After the mirror stops changing, will those machine-like wish-making races really stop working?

If there is a problem in the Sea of ​​Creation, will there be any defensive measures?
……

Mo Ling always felt that the elf's ideas were a little too simple and not well thought out at all.

When Mo Ling told the elf about his worries, the elf calmed down a lot.

"You're right. Even if the Sea of ​​Creation could stop, they might not want to leave. Maybe they like it this way?"

"However, I have a way to stop the Sea of ​​Creation, and it won't trigger any defensive measures..." The elf suddenly pulled Mo Ling up: "Come with me, I'll take you to a place."

Mo Ling only felt that his wrist was suddenly entangled by a golden light, and his whole body was sinking into the deep sea.

The golden light above became dimmer and dimmer, and the entire sea area became extremely dim. Thick seabed dust kept floating past Mo Ling. Not long after, Mo Ling was brought by the elf to an even darker deep sea.

"Where is this?" In a daze, Mo Ling seemed to see two huge rock walls appearing on both sides, standing in the sea.

"It's a trench under the Sea of ​​Creation. I discovered it when I was diving down before." The elf replied.

"Trench?" Mo Ling looked down. From time to time, some turbid bubbles rose from the dark abyss. Thick dust continuously surged from the trench, as if something was churning underneath.

"Is there something down there?" Mo Ling suddenly felt a little uneasy. The flashing white shadows of dust and bubbles made him feel like something was shaking.

The pitch-black abyss is bottomless and visibility is getting lower and lower. The sea water here is extremely thick and exudes an indescribable feeling of suffocation.

Apart from the gurgling sound of bubbles around, the place was dead silent, with no living creatures. Even the water flow seemed stagnant, frighteningly depressing.

Just when Moring was about to ask the elf where he was going to take him, a strange object suddenly rose from the deep sea.

It's transparent, but the texture is somewhat different from sea water, and the shape is also very strange.

As the object floated up, Mo Ling finally saw its appearance clearly.

That is, a piece of glass!
Or rather, it was some kind of glass sculpture.

It is very similar to those solidified glass creatures outside, but it does not have the vibrant look of those creatures.

The glass sculpture floated up along with the rising bubbles, spinning.

"A glass bird..."

The glass seabird rolled slowly in the thick deep sea water current, passed Mo Ling, and floated towards the sea surface. Perhaps soon, it would be immersed in the golden light.

"What is this?" Mo Ling finally couldn't hold back his inner confusion and asked the elf.

"This is the material." The elf explained, "The material used for the mirror."

"The mirror is not made of ordinary glass, but some kind of glass with living properties. After these materials float to the surface of the sea, my fellow tribesmen will change their shapes and use them to repair the sea surface."

"I found this trench by following the direction in which these materials appeared. Below is the source of these life glasses."

Listening to the elf's explanation, Mo Ling suddenly remembered the scene he saw on the Tissot when he first arrived at the Sea of ​​Creation: seabirds being swallowed by the symphony of the sea.

An idea suddenly came to Mo Ling's mind:
"Is this the way this kind of living glass is made?"

The Sea of ​​Creation completely devours any life that passes by, leaving only the sound, which is then made into glass to make special mirrors.

For some reason, Mo Ling felt that there must be a connection between them.

Just like the elf said, the Sea of ​​Creation is a huge factory that is manufacturing something, and anything can be used as raw material.

"If that's the case, Li Luo might also be in danger..."

Mo Ling did not see Li Luo and the fat man in the golden light, and he didn't know where they were taken by the ocean current.

"If the mirror is a conveyor belt, then they may have fallen into another sea."

As Mo Ling was thinking, glass sculptures rose up in the trench.

They were all seabirds. They were still maintaining a flying posture, but they looked lifeless and extremely strange. They were pushed by the thick sea water and floated upwards stiffly.

"We're almost there. Do you see the light below?" The elf suddenly pinched Mo Ling's wrist and said to him.

(End of this chapter)