A spiritual world—well, this really was something.
Before them lay a world piled together like building blocks, utterly devoid of artistry or cohesion.
There were antique pavilions, twisted towers, pools strewn with broken swords, split gourds, headless corpses, and enormous lampstands burning with flame, their surfaces covered in cracks.
A massive scroll hung high in the void, split down the middle. Within it were painted a sea of fire and icebergs, terrifying heat and cold continuously pouring from the rift in the scroll.
There were bizarre things with only a mouth and a hand, mechanically repeating the act of gnawing as they crouched in the distance and fed without end.
There was an incomparably gigantic ape, wreathed in boundless savage flames that warped the space around it. Yet it had been frozen there for eternity, cleaved in two by someone. Its spirit, too, was eternally fixed in place. Terrifying blade qi crisscrossed the wound, constantly annihilating it. Destroying its flesh was not enough; destroying its soul was not enough either. Even its fleeing will had been locked onto, to be utterly erased.
There was a strange space, immeasurably vast within, with a huge lake. Not a single sound came from it; it was utterly silent. Yet the moment one blinked, towering waves would rise within it. The lake water transformed into incomparably terrifying beasts, madly crushing everything that drew near.
More than that, every corner of this world was tangled in a suffocating aura, one that deeply infected the spirit and inexplicably drew people into a state of frenzy.
That "emotion" had deeply affected this place, filling the entire world with gray.
"Because they were at death's door?"
Feeling the atmosphere around him, Li Su spoke softly.
"That's right!"
Jiang Tong nodded and said quietly, "When the true end arrives,