# 1565
Chapter 1561: Worship
Jiang Er closed her eyes and carefully sensed for a moment, then shook her head helplessly.
"No good... my signal strength has increased significantly, but I still can't penetrate such thick fog. I don't know how President Jinian's pixel walkie-talkie managed to emit such a strong signal."
After Jiang Er broke through the "Klein" realm, her abilities had greatly improved in all aspects. If she could use the signal to connect to Great Xia, that would be ideal. Since that path wasn't working, they had to find another way.
An Qingyu frowned and looked around, picking up a piece of broken stone and briefly sketching on the ground.
Although he could roughly determine which continent of Earth he was on, Africa originally had many cities, and pinpointing his exact location would be extremely difficult. At least, without being able to use 【The Only Correct Answer】, he couldn't accomplish this. He could only roughly determine the direction of Great Xia based on his intuition and the faint sunlight.
"This distance... returning to Great Xia is no longer realistic." An Qingyu put down the stone and sighed helplessly.
After all, they didn't have a Somersault Cloud. An Qingyu was sitting in a wheelchair, and Jiang Er couldn't control her coffin for extended periods. Walking back to Great Xia on foot would take an unknown amount of time.
"Then what should we do?"
An Qingyu thought for a moment. "After discovering we're missing, the Gods of Great Xia will surely search the fog with all their strength... The only way now is to create some动静. If any Great Xia god comes near, it would immediately attract their attention."
"Jiang Er, I need some materials."
"Understood."
Jiang Er's form floated toward the sky, her hands slowly spreading open. A terrifying magnetic field rapidly expanded, and the next moment, thousands of items悬浮 from the city ruins—rusted clocks, vehicle wreckage, sealed metal boxes, rotting fabric fragments...
Under Jiang Er's control, these items hung in the air like a dazzling display of goods. An Qingyu's gaze swept over them and quickly pointed out several items.
"Only these? Can you make something with them?" Jiang Er brought these items to An Qingyu and asked疑惑ly.
An Qingyu nodded. "If it's just signal flares, I just need to prepare several specific oxidizing agents. If I mix in some spiritual power, it should work well."
Even though An Qingyu couldn't use 【The Only Correct Answer】, within a few minutes, he had made several specially-made signal flares.
An Qingyu lit one of the signal flares and shot it toward the sky. A brilliant light shone above the fog, dyeing the clouds a blinding white. After a few dozen seconds, it faded and fell among the ruins.
"Will this be effective?"
"I don't know... but it's the only thing we can do." An Qingyu glanced at his legs and sighed helplessly. "From here on, we'll just have to leave it to fate..."
...
Fog.
"It's been almost two days... still can't find the Heavenly Court's position?" Cao Yuan lay back on the Somersault Cloud and asked helplessly.
Lin Qiye rubbed his tired eyes, staring at the tree branch enveloped in the golden domain before him, his gaze full of confusion.
"Strange, did 'Miracle' stop working? That shouldn't be..." Lin Qiye muttered to himself. "Maybe the Heavenly Court is moving too fast within the fog. Even if we constantly deduce its location, it would shift again soon. There's no way to locate it this way."
"Then what do we do?"
Lin Qiye thought for a moment, about to speak when a sudden gust of wind blew from the distance, pushing the branch at the front of the Somersault Cloud. After rolling a few times through the clouds, it stopped pointing in a certain direction.
Seeing this, Lin Qiye slightly froze.
"This is..."
"Isn't this wind a bit too convenient?" Cao Yuan also saw the branch deflect and said suspiciously.
Lin Qiye glanced at the 【Mortal Divine Realm】 beneath him, his eyes lighting up. "Let's go! Let's try once more in this direction!"
Lin Qiye fully activated the Somersault Cloud, rapidly cutting through the sky and disappearing at the horizon.
...
"How long has it been?"
An Qingyu opened his eyes in the ruins and asked quietly.
"Three hours." Jiang Er's voice sounded beside his ear.
An Qingyu's lips pressed together. He took another homemade signal flare from his side and fired it toward the sky.
The signal flare burned above the clouds, emitting terrifying light and heat. After a brief几十 seconds, it fell from the sky and finally returned to silence.
Since appearing in these ruins, An Qingyu had fired a signal flare every hour. Unfortunately, so far there had been no effect...
As time passed, An Qingyu's anxiety grew.
It had been several hours since the last Migo descent. Given their constantly accelerating descent frequency, the next one wouldn't be long in coming...
"How many signal flares do we have left?" he asked.
"Four... should I make more?"
An Qingyu hesitated briefly on the spot, then shook his head. "The problem isn't signal flares anymore. Whether we can survive until then is uncertain... Give me the remaining four. I'll prepare them in advance."
An Qingyu took the four signal flares from mid-air, about to do something when his pupils suddenly constricted!
A feeling of bloating and pain filled his mind. He clutched his head with both hands and shouted loudly: "Damn it, they're here again!"
Jiang Er's expression changed. Her form floated up into the sky. In various parts of the distant ruins, temporal rifts gradually opened. The shrieks of Migos rang from all directions!
"Run!" An Qingyu endured the headache. One hand touched the armrest of his wheelchair, and two small wheels instantly spun at惊人的 speed, propelling his body toward a certain direction!
Jiang Er gestured downward with her hand. The heavy black coffin floated up, whistling closely behind An Qingyu.
After experiencing several Migo descents consecutively, An Qingyu could sense that each headache symptom was becoming milder. His soul seemed to be adapting to the influence the Migos brought.
An Qingyu's specially-made wheelchair was extremely fast, but he was forced to stop after less than ten seconds of full-speed travel.
Before him, in the sky, hundreds of Migos flapped their membranous wings, densely sweeping toward him.
"Qing... Qingyu..." Jiang Er pointed upward, her voice somewhat hoarse.
An Qingyu looked up. The entire sky had transformed into a pink ocean. Countless Migos surged together, completely blocking all escape routes around them. Like an inescapable net, it slowly descended from the sky...
"Damn it... there must be over a thousand of them, right?" An Qingyu's expression turned grim.
One by one, the Migos descended from the air, stopping among the ruins surrounding An Qingyu. They vibrated their thin membranous wings. Countless buzzing sounds intertwined, deafening.
The wind rolled up fragments of sand and stone from the ground. These over a thousand Migos circled around him. The tentacles on the surface of the growths疯狂蠕动, slowly pressing against the ground...
Like they were worshipping their king.