Wow! The item-dropping rate is really high! Chapter 864 864: 616 Deprivation

The jet-black starship floated slowly forward in a dim and shadowy expanse of space.

In this mysterious realm, people had almost entirely lost their sense of ti and space.

No one knew how long they had been here.

It could have been just a fleeting mont, or possibly hundreds, even thousands of years spent adrift.

Everyone's consciousness hovered on the edge of delirium, and at so indeterminate point, strange occurrences began to unfold aboard the starship.

Soone reported seeing twisted tendrils sprouting from the iron-walled corridors; another claid skeletal claws appeared on the smooth floor; and others swore they saw a half-rotted nun's face smiling gently at them, her empty eye sockets releasing writhing maggots.

So fell into an endless lethargy, while others displayed an unnerving excitation in their ntal states.

The iron starship seed to co alive, teeming with clumps of grotesque organic structures that sprang into being.

These eerie transformations incessantly corroded everyone's sanity.

They began to feel an overwhelming sense of malice from the people around them.

The shadowy corners of the ship brimd with frenzied, devouring gazes.

Trapped within the sprawling interior of the massive vessel, they felt as though ensnared inside the belly of so colossal worm.

The ship began to grow claws and fangs, mimicking digestive organs, attempting to break them down into their most primal form.

Instinctively, anyone facing such danger seeks to escape.

And so, they started... to kill each other.

The twisted starship disintegrated in an instant, shattering into chaos.

The transformations erupted so suddenly that even Bai E, who had steered the ship toward its beacon of destination, failed to detect the viral outbreak of madness beforehand.

By the ti he perceived the upheaval, the starship... had already unraveled.

Before him stood a radiant beacon—so tantalizingly close.

The beacon lood right in front...

Yet it would never be reached.

Bai E's body drifted limply amidst the void.

Detached from the confines of the starship, his being seed to rge deeper into the truths of this enigmatic space.

Unlike every prior journey through high-dinsional space, this realm felt different... darker.

Prival, frenetic malevolence lurked in every crevice of his surroundings, accompanied by a cacophony of whispered chaos murmuring at his ears.

The mighty wills birthed from the primordial forces of creation were secretively at work—this was a high-dinsional space entirely disparate from the one he had ventured into during past expeditions.

High-dinsional space... could it have distinct regions?

Or perhaps... his ho planet was unique in so way.

There was little ti to form conclusions. What drew Bai E's attention most was the streams of light threading away into the distance.

These clusters of light seed guided by so unseen force, racing in disparate directions.

They vanished beyond the limits of his perception in the blink of an eye.

'What are those?'

Bai E thought instinctively.

Within those clusters resided imnsely concentrated wills, their essence making it all too plain—those lights represented humans.

Over two thousand players and a select few of the accompanying natives, the most exceptional among them.

Even in the pitch-black domain, their souls shone with dazzling brilliance.

Where were they flying to?

Were they struck by so attack? Or drawn away by so enigmatic force?

Was the starship destroyed due to an assault by so malevolent demon?

Yet despite scanning the surroundings with the Heavenly Eye's Spiritual Energy, Bai E found no trace of any demon.

It seed the genesis of everything had never been tangible demons, but rather so pure and primordial malice.

Facing this unparalleled cosmic power, Bai E—long undefeated—was once again subrged in the sa helplessness he had felt when first stepping onto the Bug Race battlefield.

How could he hope to save anyone when even the cause of all this remained enigmatic?

Oddly, drifting in the void, Bai E wasn't contemplating salvation in great detail.

There was only one thought, dominant and consuming: why did this unprecedented sight evoke such a peculiar sense of familiarity?

This abrupt surge of familiarity overwheld all other thoughts, captivating him entirely.

For a fleeting mont, a blank canvas blurred into the surface of his mind.

"That's it!" Bai E softly murmured, his gaze gleaming with realization.

The Wind Spirit's painting!

The Elf Race Prophet had foretold this scene long ago.

Perhaps even she did not know where, when, or under what circumstances this tableau would unfold... Otherwise, she would never have joined this dood voyage on the starship.

Stone, Zero, Wind Spirit, Yue Ying, Kuang Xin, Gong Yan...

Everyone familiar with him and who believed in him was now scattered across the desolate high-dinsional space.

Would they be safe?

Where would they drift?

But in any case, he could not let them down.

"Live well." Bai E's voice resonated through the void, propelled by Spiritual Energy, carrying far and wide.

"Wait for to find you."

Without the beacon's guidance, who could guess where those ejected from this high-dinsional realm—mapping the life of the universe—might erge?