Wow! The item-dropping rate is really high! Chapter 736: 544 Eternal Garden

"March!" Bai E quickly ordered.

No one knew how long Fernandi's soul fire could persist in this dark dinsion; they only had to chase the light with all their might to ensure Fernandi's sacrificial effort wouldn't be in vain.

High-dinsional space has no sense of space or direction, and while it seed they were moving in a "straight line" towards the "firelight," the reality was that they were taphysically "approaching" the "absolute location" where Fernandi's soul fire resided.

Once the firelight extinguished, even if they felt they were still moving in the sa direction, they would ultimately miss the true destination.

They must reach the Eternal Dominion where Fernandi's soul resided before it completely burned out!

To hasten their journey, everyone's Spiritual Energy surged, with their originally dimly lit Spiritual Bodies brightening ever so slightly in Bai E's eyes.

From afar, they looked like shooting stars streaking across the dark sky.

Mysterious purple patterns adorned the edges of their spiritual perception like lightning, with darkness being the absolute main the in everyone's view.

Aside from that candle-like flickering firelight in the far distance, everything in this world was chaotic and mysterious.

Occasionally, thorned tentacles whipped out from the "space," only to be eradicated upon appearance.

Bai E wielded his blade, cutting through all directions.

As they journeyed, they occasionally encountered solitary demons passing by.

High-dinsional space was like a mysterious deep sea, where demons under or born from various authorities scattered like fish throughout this vast ocean.

So road alone, others in groups.

Bai E did not brazenly unleash his deflection layers as he had before, for if he really attracted a swarm of wandering demons, it wouldn't be much of a problem for him, but it would still delay their "ti."

No one knew how long Fernandi could hold on.

Burning one's soul completely was an excruciating test of will, the agony of watching oneself lt away like a candle could crush the entire resolve of any soul.

Fortunately, the demons they encountered along the way were small in scale and low in level, allowing Bai E to easily dispatch them with a single sword strike.

The small-scale demons that collided with the Spiritual Body expedition following Bai E were dismbered in the fervor of the incited enforcers.

Everyone strained their powers to their utmost, chasing after the firelight.

Until, before their eyes, a hazy green light appeared.

High-dinsional space wasn't all chaos and uncertainty; beings with imnse Spiritual Energy and willpower could warp this mysterious domain with their own strength.

There were even records of human Spiritual Energy users who briefly shaped a garden in this space with their will.

And naturally, the domains under the authority of the four recognized gods of high-dinsional space could easily be molded to fit their pursuits.

Bai E and his companions saw a "garden."

After comparisons made by Bai E, Franca, and the many second and third-tier Spiritual Energy users following them, they confird the scenery they saw was exactly the sa.

The flower buds made of rotting flesh were budding, with three-legged toads leaping in the yellow-green sli, and plague spirits that resembled century eggs flitted wildly through the "jungle" ford by flesh tendrils and rotting flower blossoms.

Bulky, fat bodies adorned with sores and flesh buds sat or lay within that vast garden, showing their teeth with a stupid grin as they scratched their armpits.

Countless egg-sized pulsating eggs, strung like bunches of grapes in every corner, seed to bear blurry human faces on each one; only when approached with one's will could one hear an indistinct moan.

"Those are the Chaotic Spawn," Franca telepathically whispered to Bai E.

Their spirits, fragnted under the tornt of Divine Power, lost all cognition of the world, becoming Chaotic Spawn with nearly no perception or reaction to external things.

No future, no hope, only the eternal torture and confusion.

In fact, the corruption by the Eternal was almost impartial; the experiences of each unlucky soul corrupted by the Eternal were strikingly similar—

Suffering wounds in battle or contracting diseases from the environnt, the never-ending pain brought endless tornt, causing faint ripples in high-dinsional space, thus attracting the attention of demons controlling such an authority.

The afflicted began to hear vague whispers, the buzzing of flies resounding in their ears, their once strong will becoming numb, the concept of ti collapsing, and even their souls seemingly rotting day by day under the tornt.

Then, the God of Plague began to show His "rcy," just a nod of acceptance was needed, to accept despair, embrace the pain, rge with it, transcend death itself, and all the tornt would disappear instantly.

Would you agree? Are you still resisting? It's alright, the loving father is patient.

Because His existence is eternal.

And once the afflicted began to compromise, to accept their fate, to try and rge with their pain, the loving father would generously bestow his mighty power.