He wasn't surprised at all by the Painter's appearance.
She had already told him that the spatial divine spark was in her hands. That alone meant his system space probably had something to do with her, too.
The figure looked at him and said calmly:
"I thought that with your intelligence and abilities, you'd never find this place in your lifetime."
The corners of Lynn's eyes twitched wildly. Wearing a dead-fish stare, he said:
"So this is some kind of test? You gave me the divine spark of all things, but hid the most important spatial divine spark? Isn't that a bit too pointless? Couldn't you just give me the divine spark and be done with it? Why all the fuss..."
The figure said nothing.
But Lynn couldn't be bothered with any of that.
The divine spark was right in front of him. Why wouldn't he take it?
Without another word,
Lynn leaped up instantly, thrusting out his hand to reach for the divine spark suspended in midair.
But the instant he grabbed the divine spark and tried to pry it loose,
Rumble-
Violent tremors seemed to surge through their entire world at once. Almost the moment he touched the divine spark, his perception raced along the interwoven pathways of billions upon billions of spatial laws, carrying him across all of Hell under its influence.
His pupils dilated, and countless images appeared before his eyes.
He seemed to see all of Hell, the mountains and rivers of every region, the mist surging above the Black Mist, and the magma flowing beneath the earth.
It was as though the very existence of Hell depended on this divine spark.
The moment he removed it,
the world enveloped by the Painter would shatter in an instant.
Lynn immediately let go and stumbled back,