The ripples in the darkness gradually calmed, and the pale text ceased to appear, no matter how intently Zhou Ming focused or searched through the darkness.
Indeed, a conversation, undeniably a conversation, and it seemed... to be taking place among the gods.
At the very least, Zhou Ming recognized the name "Bartok."
In the darkness, Zhou Ming stood still, no longer attempting to cause new ripples, instead plunging into deep contemplation—the tremendous amount of information surged like a tide within his mind, beneath the surface of calm thought lay immense astonishment and tangled thoughts.
Was this some sort of cruel joke? Apparently not likely.
So, was this real? If so, when did this conversation happen? Was it a record of something that had occurred, or... was it happening right here and now, in some mysterious dimension? "They" were conversing, and this conversation... was reflected in this dark, eerie place.