Gongsun Ce faced the blood sea without fear, confidence brimming as he said, "Don't be afraid, trust me!"
Is there still any hope for everyone?
Gongsun Ce was utterly convinced there was. His confidence originated from a voice. A voice that was barely audible, disjointed, and only reached him under near-miraculous circumstances.
Where did that voice come from?
The swallowed people couldn't answer that question, already sunk into dreams, having lost all consciousness. If they still had their sight, they would have seen a sight they'd never forget.
It was a wicked paradise made of blood and flesh.