Of course, poetry and distance cannot fill the stomach.
At this point, the void seems quite friendly.
When the material world gradually faded away, Yi Chun restored his true form in the void.
This gave him a certain sense of relief.
Although he comes to the material world in the form of "Ancient God Yi Chun", he can more truly feel the changes in the emotions of mortal beings.
But at the same time, it will also feel more restrictive and repressive.
That world is too fragile...
It's like barely sticking your head into a castle built of cards.
A slightly excessive movement may cause the entire castle to completely collapse.
The world is both solid and fragile.
At this point, Yi Chun has a deep enough understanding.
"Tick...tick..."
The travel of time is far more gorgeous and colorful than the movement of space.
Of course, this is for objects that cannot clearly observe it.
Just like in the myopic night, any luminous object can render a magnificence and blur that ordinary people can't imagine.
With the current level of Yi Chun's application in time travel, for spaces on the same timeline, he can complete "teleportation" at the level of observation of mortal objects.
Of course, there is never 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 characteristics of identifying a void is its timeline that may be in chaos at any time.
This makes Yi Chun's movement appear with a time-level progress bar.
Of course, at the level of the multiverse time axis, the status of this progress bar may be quite chaotic.
As Yi Chun was in another timeline, nearly three natural days passed.
Yi Chun came to the area where that part of the information was emitted through the void timeline, which was more dense and chaotic than the folds of the large intestine.
From the physical perspective, it looks like a huge land suspended in the void...
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Archibald - Obsidian's City of Wonders
"Another rotten soul..."
Doris Gandel, the Skeleton-Chewer, wasted no time throwing away a completely corrupted soul.
It is always like this, selecting these ingested souls day after day.
They wailed, screamed, prayed, and cursed...
These vivid and sharp sounds are a rare snack for Doris Gander, the corpse chewer.
Because not every soul can speak.
Those rude, clumsy servants always mess up these souls.
The Skeleton Chewer-Doris Gandel was very dissatisfied with this.
They don't understand the art of these souls...
Unfortunately, if it is just for pure processing, these souls are indeed enough.
"One day..."
Doris Gandel, the Mourning Bone Chewer, said grimly.
Occasionally there was some kind of deep sound outside, it was the rotting soul construct patrolling.
The corpse chewer, Doris Gander, poured the selected souls into a huge barrel.
It bent over and looked down at those struggling souls.
After they touched the green liquid in the barrel, they immediately let out unimaginable screams.
That is a rot at the soul level, a complete and dark depravity.
Doris Gander, the Mourn-Chewer, was not interested in this, thinking it lacked enough artistic flair.
In this cold, huge city, this is an extremely common scene.
This is the miraculous city of obsidian, and it is also the deepest hell for weak mortal beings...
After gathering the prepared soul roughly and without any sense of art, the corpse-chewer Doris Gander sat in front of her piano stand.
Some kind of cold, physiologically uncomfortable pale substance constructs the frame of the entire piano body.
And those squirming, even slightly moist, spider-like keys are silently expounding some kind of horror and distortion.
Judging from the dark and evil artistic vision, this is undoubtedly a rare masterpiece.
"It brought me great and beautiful art..."
These were the surging and passionate words of Doris Gandel, the Mourn Chewer, when she saw this dark creation for the first time.
The Void Merchant who sold it recognized this very much and sold it to Doris Gander, the Skeleton Chewer, at a 300% premium.
This made Doris Gandel feel that the void was good and that it was an artistic guy.
Such a fine product should be given a sufficiently precious value.
Doris Gander gently placed her palms filled with darkness and negative energy on it.
Suddenly, some kind of blasphemous, dark sound penetrated the thick material shell and was directly transmitted into the distant void.
This is what Doris Gander thinks is the most wonderful thing about this dark creation:
Its wonderful art should and must be appreciated by more people.
As for whether it will cause any trouble?
That was never something Doris Gandel would consider, nor was it something this city would consider.
In the area where the radiance of the stars cannot shine, not even the minions of the gods can touch this place.
What's more, every inch of material here is filled with blasphemous whispers.
This is the original intention behind the construction of this dark city of wonders:
Create a dark sanctuary untouched by the power of the gods!
Undoubtedly, 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 an even more crazy and twisted future.
"I smell death and burning."
At this moment, in a closed jar next to Doris Gandel, a pair of blue pupils suddenly opened.
Doris Gandel stopped and looked at the closed jar.
There was a strange life form curled up inside, with wriggling tentacles and hairy appendages that made it look disgusting.
It is the pinnacle of Doris Gander's dark craft and the great bridge through which she attempts to steal life.
It's just that sometimes, it always likes to say some correct nonsense.
"Here's Archibald, honey, that's the weird thing not to have."
Doris Gander looked at the jar ghostly and said.
It was thinking about whether there were some errors in its procedures when processing the brain of a certain great prophet.
Otherwise, it shouldn't trigger so frequently.
"And warmth..."
Doris Gander suddenly stopped and stared at the abnormal life form in the bottle.
"warmth?"
"It seems something is going to go wrong..."
Doris Gandel slowly stood up, her dark consciousness fluctuating continuously.
And at this moment, the entire ground suddenly heard some violent vibrations!!
earthquake?
No, there are no such gentle disasters in the void.
Doris Gandel opened the vision of her room, so she could get a glimpse of the terrifying figure that enveloped the entire city...
