Chapter 502: Obsidian City of Miracles
Of course, poetry and distant dreams can never fill the stomach.
At this point, the void seems quite familiar.
As the material world gradually faded away, Yi Chun regained his true form in the void.
This gave him a certain sense of relief.
Although he descended into the material world in the form of "Ancient God Yi Chun", he can feel the changes in the emotions of mortals more clearly.
But at the same time, it will also give a more restrained and repressive feeling.
That world is too fragile...
It's like trying to stick your head into a castle made of cards.
Any slight movement could cause the entire castle to collapse completely.
The world is solid and fragile at the same time.
On this point, Yi Chun has a deep enough understanding.
“Ding…Ding…”
The travel of time is far more splendid and colorful than the movement of space.
Of course, this is for objects that cannot be observed clearly.
Just like in the night of a myopic person, any luminous object can render a magnificence and mystery that is difficult for ordinary people to imagine.
With Yi Chun's current level of application of time travel, for spaces on the same timeline, he can accomplish "instant movement" at the level of ordinary observation.
Of course, there has never been a unified and stable timeline in the void.
This is true even in the outer areas of the void.
Otherwise, what is the difference between it and the space between stars in the universe?
One of the most obvious features of the void is its timeline, which can be in chaos at any time.
This creates a time-based progress bar for Yichun's movement.
Of course, at the level of the multiverse time axis, the state of this progress bar may be in a rather chaotic state.
Nearly three natural days passed as Yi Chun was in a plane in another timeline.
Yi Chun passed through the void timeline, which was tighter and more chaotic than the folds of the large intestine, and came to the area where that part of the information was emitted.
From a physical perspective, it looked like a huge land floating in the void...
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Archibald Obsidian's City of Wonders
"Another rotten soul..."
Doris Gander, the Wrath-Cruncher, threw away a completely corrupted soul with boredom.
It always does this, selecting these captured souls day after day.
They wailed, screamed, prayed, and cursed...
These vivid and sharp sounds are a rare snack for the wrecker Doris Gandel.
Because not every soul can speak.
Those rude and clumsy servants always mess up these souls.
Wrath-Cruncher Doris Gander was very unhappy about this.
They do not understand the art of these souls...
Sadly, these souls are indeed enough for pure processing.
"One day..."
The Wrath-Cruncher Doris Gander said grimly.
Occasionally, some low sounds were heard outside. It was the rotten soul constructs patrolling.
The Wrath-Chumper Doris Gander poured the selected souls into a huge barrel.
It bent over, looking down at those struggling souls.
When they touched the dark green liquid in the barrel, they immediately let out unimaginable screams .
It is a rottenness at the soul level, a complete and dark depravity.
Wreck-Cruncher Doris Gander was not interested in this, thinking it lacked sufficient artistic quality.
This is a very common scene in this cold and huge city.
This is the city of obsidian miracles, and also the deepest hell for weak mortals...
After roughly and unartfully collecting the prepared soul, Doris Gander, the Wrath Chewer, sat down in front of her piano stand.
A cold, physically uncomfortable, pale substance forms the framework of the entire instrument.
And those wriggling, even slightly wet, spider-like piano keys silently expound on some kind of horror and distortion.
From a dark and sinister artistic perspective, this is undoubtedly a rare masterpiece.
"It brought me great and beautiful art..."
These were the passionate and impassioned words spoken by the Wrath-Cruncher Doris Gander when she first laid eyes on this dark creature.
The Void Merchant who sold it was very impressed with this and sold it to the Wrath-Chumper Doris Gander at a 300% premium.
This made Doris Gandel feel that the void was good, it was an artistic guy.
Such a fine product should be given enough precious value.
Doris Gandel gently placed her palm, which was filled with darkness and negative energy, on it.
Suddenly, some blasphemous, dark sound penetrated the thick material shell and traveled directly into the distant void.
This is what Doris Gandel finds so wonderful about this dark creation:
Its wonderful art should and must be appreciated by more people.
As for whether it will bring any disaster?
That was never something Doris Gandel would consider, nor was it something the city would consider.
In the area where the light of the stars cannot shine, even the minions of the gods cannot reach here.
Moreover, every inch of material here is filled with blasphemous whispers.
This is the original intention of building this dark miracle city:
Build a dark sanctuary that cannot be touched by the power of the gods!
Without a doubt, that was the beginning of a great chapter in the dark epic.
And now, under the call of the ruler with the most evil wisdom, they will move towards a more insane and twisted future.
"I smell death and burnt."
At this moment, a pair of blue pupils suddenly opened in a closed jar next to Doris Gandel.
Doris Gander paused and looked at the closed jar.
There curled up a strange life form inside, its wriggling tentacles and hairy appendages making it look disgusting.
It is the pinnacle of Doris Gandel’s dark craft, and a great bridge to the life it seeks to steal.
It's just that sometimes, it always likes to say some correct nonsense.
"This is Archibald, darling, and it would be strange without these."
Doris Gandel said, looking at the jar dimly.
It was wondering if something had gone wrong in its procedure when it was processing the brain of a great prophet.
Otherwise, it shouldn't be triggered so often.
"And warmth..."
Doris Gander stopped suddenly and stared at the strange life form in the bottle.
"warmth?"
"It looks like something is going to go wrong..."
Doris Gander slowly stood up, its dark consciousness constantly fluctuating.
At this moment, the entire ground suddenly shook violently! !
earthquake?
No, there are no such gentle disasters in the void.
Doris Gander opened the vision of her room, so she could glimpse the terrifying figure that was about to cover the entire city...
