The two of them rushed into the void of the Spirit Realm, one after the other.
The deeper they went.
The more profound the surrounding darkness became.
Countless whispers bombarded Brian's mind.
These magical sounds, like ants assaulting an elephant, couldn't affect him in the slightest.
But there were too many of them.
These whispering fragments were, unexpectedly, the broken dreams and thoughts of countless beings that had escaped into the Spirit Realm over the years, like the emotional impurities of punished individuals accumulated in Brian's Blissful Space, filled with pollution and distortion.
The deeper he went, the more abundant and dense these emotional impurities became.
Even Brian's flight speed was affected.
He realized that this place was like the Spirit Realm's terminal for processing distracting thoughts, and without sufficient soul strength, one could easily perish here.
Fortunately, this polluted area was not long.
Just a breath or two.
