Ronglin nodded and asked, "I heard that the Graveyard of the Fallen has a Spatial Rift, a passage connecting two spaces. You came through that rift, didn't you? I want to know whether the crack in this barrier can lead to other unknown spaces."
Szayelaporro looked at Ronglin with an odd expression, the admiration on his face growing stronger. "I never expected you to understand Spatial Theory as well. You really are excellent experimental material! You should know that I've never found any creature who shares a consensus with me on Spatial Theory!"
Ronglin asked, "Spatial Theory is valid. I just want to know whether this spatial barrier can reach other dimensions."
"I don't know!" Szayelaporro answered Ronglin bluntly. "At present, only the Graveyard of the Fallen has Spiritual Pressure turbulence powerful enough to disrupt the Spacetime Order of the entire region and create a crack in the barrier. I've been theorizing for a long time, but I'll need a great many experiments before I can reach a conclusion."
Ronglin's heart stirred. This Szayelaporro was quite an anomaly. Even after reaching the realm of a Vasto Lorde, he still tirelessly studied all kinds of scientific theories. Ronglin could not help but admire him.
"What kind of experiment?" Ronglin asked. He cared greatly about this question as well.
Szayelaporro bent down, lightly scooped up a handful of dirt, and brought it to his nose for a gentle sniff. With an intoxicated expression, he said, "Such dense, oppressive Spiritual Pressure truly inspires awe!"
As he spoke, Szayelaporro flicked the dirt from his hand and said, "It is said that the Soul King, god of all realms, once fought a great battle here. The Spirit King's Blood was scattered across this place, and the overwhelming Spiritual Pressure accompanying it instantly threw the order