The Abyssal Garden: No Room for the Idle-Chapter 352 - 237 Chaotic!
352: Chapter 237: Chaotic!
The Most Evil Person!
352 -237: Chaotic!
The Most Evil Person!
Jimmy Dale gazed into the vast expanse of void, his eyes wide with astonishment and his expression one of shock.
Half a day had passed since he was forcibly taken away.
During this time,
Jimmy Dale had witnessed too many inconceivable events and experienced the mystery that couldn’t be understood.
Starting from the collapse of his core beliefs to a sense of hopelessness about the unknown, and then gradually to calmness and understanding, he was absorbing and learning everything he had seen at an incredibly exaggerated speed.
And he had also seen the cruelty of these three people.
His original world was merely a starting point.
Each time, the three of them would use a strange device to travel through nihility and descend upon the next world.
To then repeat the previous slaughter and store the black liquid in the skin from people of different worlds.
Meanwhile,
The person who was called Venerable was meditating with his eyes closed.
He was different from the other two; black liquid would occasionally crawl all over his body.
The other two were more like protectors, but they were also discussing something unintelligible to him.
“The great being’s recovery stumbled a month ago.”
“Today marks the third day since the Venerable’s recovery plan kicked off.
We’ve almost finished sealing these things away.”
The Venerable’s voice softly came through: “It’s time to contact the higher-ups.”
“Understood.”
The two of them looked a bit sinister, and in Jimmy Dale’s view, they opened their own clothes, revealing a pattern that would induce endless terror at a mere glance.
What was that…
Jimmy Dale stared at the black pattern questioningly.
It featured an eye at the center, the flames that surrounded it seemed to be burning in a circle as if performing a ritual.
No!
Intense black fog violently erupted from the pattern!
A strange aura with a strong pollution swirled and converged together fiercely!
Phantom-like shadows danced within the black fog.
Slowly…
a phantom figure appeared.
The two immediately bowed respectfully: “Lord Apostle!”
The aura of the Black Shadow before them was extremely powerful, far beyond that of any Seventh Rank, and the hierarchy within the cult was extremely strict.
Even though they were called Venerable in their own world,
To those above, they were no more than ants, not to mention many terrifying and ancient beings which were beyond their reach had started to awaken.
They immediately reported the progress of their task.
The phantom figure slowly spoke:
“Fine, I am aware…
prepare yourselves, for someone will arrive in your world to handle the collection.”
The two bowed their heads: “Lord Apostle, so soon?”
“Don’t we continue to… cultivate?”
The phantom calmly looked at them.
The two shuddered and immediately lowered their heads: “We apologize, Lord.”
They were there only to obey orders, without the possibility of questioning or defiance.
The phantom slowly turned away, speaking slowly:
“Everything is being accelerated now.”
“The great being of the Abyss is growing impatient.”
“Next,”
“The Abyss believers will no longer hide.”
“Under the highest command of Abyss will and the Venerable Plan, conduct activities across the Ten Thousand Realms.”
The two trembled, their expressions a mix of fear and excitement.
They knew what these words meant; the Abyss Power that had been lying dormant for so long, the vast yet discreetly moving cultists, were finally about to make waves in the Present World.
“Also…
you…” the Angel Envoy calmly looked at the one who had been meditating in the distance: “Being selected as one of the Venerables does not mean that you can now…
ignore my words.”
The Venerable’s figure slowly materialized before the phantom, with a slight smile, gently pressing hands together: “I am well aware that among the many Venerables chosen, I am but an inconspicuous one.”
“But.”
His form was suddenly covered with a large amount of Black Liquid; in the depths of his eyes was an extraordinary madness.
This momentary display even made the phantom figure pause, not speaking a word.
The Black Liquid retreated just as quickly, and the Venerable in white robes looked at the phantom with a gentle smile: “Lord Apostle, what do you think?”
The phantom was silent, then after a long moment, spoke slowly:
“I never expected…
that you would merge with so much…” it paused, then uttered two words: “Strength.”
“It seems you will soon grow stronger.”
The Venerable kept his smile.
“Everything is solely for the greatness of the God.”
The phantom did not speak further, instead slowly dissipating.
The two beside let out a faint breath, watching as the black fog returned to the Totem.
Jimmy Dale silently observed the scene before him.
Although he had only just begun to explore the outside world and understand all the new things, he also understood…
these people seemed to be discussing something fearsome.
The organization behind them was probably unimaginable.
And in his heart, he held a very pessimistic attitude, after all, they had no hesitation about his presence, which meant that his fate was firmly controlled in the hands of these people; they were not afraid of him taking any other action.
The Venerable’s eyes faintly smiled:
“Let’s continue on, we still have a few worlds to pass through; we should be almost there.
In the meantime, let’s seal the last of the…
Chaotic.”
The two nodded: “Understood, Venerable.”
Chaotic?
Jimmy Dale had a keen interest in studying all kinds of knowledge; he had so many questions about that Black Liquid.
And at this moment,
As he watched, the Black Liquid began writhing on the Venerable’s body again.
The Venerable stretched out his hand in fascination; the Black Liquid seemed to be one with him, and their emotions were in sync.
“Precious…
liquid that only the sinful can bear.”
