Apocalypse: I Build A Doomsday Train Chapter 1172 - 452: No One Survived

Pop.

A sound like a bursting bubble or shattering fragments, imperceptible yet seemingly deafening, emanated from the deepest recesses of consciousness.

In that precise instant, it was as if the entire Offshore Island Sea Area was put on pause. The colossal gold and red mushroom cloud, the incandescent fireball that obliterated the island and the shockwave tearing across the Pacific Ocean, the celestial thunder, the monstrous entity lurking beneath the waves, and the unnameable Abnormal Body all became suspended in time.

Within the cockpit of the Infinity, Lin Xian, KIKI, Director Ding, Chen Sixuan, and Viola found themselves frozen.

On the periphery of Chen Sixuan’s vision, the Infinity was captured mid-graze past the Abyss Giant Mouth, its detectors and sonar systems flickering in a moment of stasis. Simultaneously, Lin Xian’s gaze was fixed upon a peculiar, blooming flower from which darkness was slowly unfurling. Within Lin Xian’s pupils, it appeared as if he were eternally plummeting toward an abyssal planet, with the current world situated just beneath a cavern; the encroaching blackness represented the cave’s exit.

Time ceased to flow, perhaps for a mere second, a fleeting moment. In the abyssal depths, the Infinity and the nuclear submarine remained utterly motionless in the water, as if the ocean itself had solidified into an unyielding substance.

Yet, at this critical juncture, within Lin Xian’s perception, the countdown timer relentlessly advanced.

From 16:10:33, it calmly ticked down to 16:10:32.

Hiss!

As the countdown shifted, Lin Xian inhaled sharply, perceiving no alteration in his surroundings. His pupils narrowed, concentrating on the dark core of the Silver Dragon Ten Thousand Mistakes, his brow furrowing instinctively as the darkness began to expand, consuming the cultivation chamber of the Silver Dragon Ten Thousand Mistakes, including Ding Junyi’s hand and the tendrils connected to it.

"Director Ding."

Lin Xian exclaimed immediately upon witnessing this, but his voice failed to materialize as his mouth opened. Glancing upward, he discovered Ding Junyi completely immobilized. Lin Xian’s gaze swiftly swept over the others, and every individual in the cockpit appeared to be in a state of suspended animation.

What was happening?

Lin Xian’s expression contorted drastically. He observed fragments suspended in mid-air, defying gravity, bubbles of seawater outside the porthole also frozen in place, and most astonishingly, the void blooming from the Silver Dragon Ten Thousand Mistakes—a miniature black hole resembling a gravitational lens, utterly black, appearing bizarre and abrupt within the space.

This darkness possessed no discernible edge; it was as if a portion of reality had been excised by a divine hand. To describe it, one might liken it to a patch of blackness filled with absolute smoothness in Photoshop, devoid of depth, without boundaries. The black hole was neither a void nor a sphere, as if light and dimensions ceased to exist.

He grasped the situation with alarming speed, but a crucial question remained: why could he still move, and why was the countdown unaffected?

"Viola!"

Lin Xian attempted to call out to Viola, but no response came. He looked at Viola, preparing to extend his hand to touch her. Just as his fingers were about to brush against Viola’s mechanical arm, his movement faltered once more, his pupils twitching, as if he had perceived something.

Behind Viola’s neck, a faint blue luminescence within the integrated central line was frozen; it was the photon transmission array of Viola’s quantum processing center, yet at this moment, that minuscule signal light point had also ceased its function.

Light had stopped.

In that profound silence, Lin Xian experienced a sensation of detachment from the tangible world, as though he could distinctly hear his own respiration.

Confusion, dread, bewilderment, and a growing urgency—a cascade of emotions surged within Lin Xian’s heart.

It was then that he suddenly noticed a stretched shadow of light cast upon himself, upon his hand, upon his form, akin to the strings of a marionette, yet distinct; his entire being was entangled by these ethereal threads, and these rays of light extended vertically downward, piercing the Infinity’s floor, vanishing into an unknown abyss.

Lin Xian raised his hand in puzzled inquiry, the movement of his fingers causing the light shadow below to ripple, resembling his own reflection. Yet, within this reflection, he discerned a contorted line, enveloped within his mirrored image. Lin Xian raised both hands to examine more closely, and to his profound astonishment, he discovered this was not his own shadow, but that of another individual.

Chu Yan!

Lin Xian’s heart pounded, his mind reeling as he struggled to comprehend the current bizarre circumstances. What could these luminous shadows signify?

Why was his connection with Chu Yan manifesting in this peculiar fashion?

Finally, Lin Xian directed his gaze toward the encroaching black void before him, taking a tentative step forward.

But there was only absolute blackness.

Subsequently, Lin Xian attempted to extend a single finger, inching it toward the void.

At that precise moment, an uncanny and extraordinary spectacle unfolded!

As Lin Xian’s finger drew nearer to the black expanse, he witnessed a distorted digit emerging from within the void, mirroring his own fingertip's approach with an eerie synchronicity.

However, the finger did not move in perfect unison; it merely appeared to approach momentarily before retracting.

The subsequent instant, a face, distorted as if viewed through rippling water, materialized within the blackness, causing Lin Xian to recoil in shock. That face widened its eyes, conveying an unmistakable expression of terror.