This teardrop stood out sharply amid the murky, filthy surroundings. Lin Fan could see the reflection of his own body on its surface.
The image within the tear twisted, eventually becoming an arrow pointing in a certain direction. This immediately made Lin Fan think of the second god within Nurgle's domain—Isha, the Aeldari goddess of life. Was Isha guiding him away from Nurgle's notice? Or was she directly guiding him to rescue her?
Lin Fan blinked twice. Since he had no way to deal with Nurgle right now, he might as well go meet Isha and see what she had in mind.
Following the tear's guidance, Lin Fan leaped down from the flower. He might not have been able to wipe out all the daemons Nurgle had summoned, but if he wanted to leave, no one could stop him.
Using the tear's hints to determine his direction through the boundless miasma, Lin Fan used his spear of light to move at high speed. Countless mountains of rotten flesh and daemon gardeners were pierced through along the way. In the midst of this mad dash, Lin Fan spotted a basin surrounded by mountains.
From afar, the basin still overflowed with sickening shades of yellow and green, but no dense miasma obscured its overall shape. From the mountaintops, Lin Fan could see a dying garden within the basin, as well as a crooked spire piled together from mud. It seemed the creator of these structures had done everything possible to display Aeldari culture within Nurgle's domain, only to produce such a miserable result due to the materials available.
This must have been the residence Nurgle had provided for Isha. Lin Fan looked back and saw that Nurgle's daemons were still far behind him. Those shambling, decaying corpses moved incredibly slowly; only the