The waves surged.
The waves of information.
After stepping onto the path of light that stretched endlessly into the depths of darkness, the three girls distinctly felt an overwhelming pressure coming at them.
Many fleeting images began to appear before their eyes, swiftly passing by them.
Among them were myriad abstract pieces of knowledge and information they could hardly interpret.
Yet, there were some familiar fleeting images among them.
——The ancestor of Sakaz, the Exiled, journeyed through the silver mountains.
——Gigantic mechanical cities moved across the earth.
——A massive natural disaster swept across the surface, bringing with it countless activated Source Stone Crystals, symbolizing wealth and death.
Innumerable as they were.
This countless kaleidoscope of information washed over their minds, almost making them forget the passage of time, and in their Spiritual World, it manifested as…
Their steps became sluggish, teetering.
