Wow! The item-dropping rate is really high!-Chapter 790 - 575 Second painting

"The next one..." Feng Ling turned her head, looking towards a distant direction.

Shadows of time flickered rapidly in her pupils, and a scene of raging war ultimately froze before her eyes.

"Walk towards me."

"Mhm." Bai E obediently did as he was told.

The moment he had just lifted his right foot, Feng Ling spoke out to stop him, "Stop! Just stay like that."

Bai E's excellent reflexes allowed him instantly to realize what Feng Ling was saying and instantly freeze in place.

Even if his body was somewhat unbalanced, under his current control, it wasn't a problem at all.

"Shasha shasha shasha~"

The sound of the brush scraping across the paper quietly rose again, but this time Bai E no longer felt that muddled sense of detachment.

Feng Ling was clearly a master of painting, as a new image, starkly different from the previous one, quickly unfolded before Bai E's eyes.

If the previous painting of departing lights in dark space had an abstract style, the one before him now was pure realism.

Thick ink outlined the dense smoke of the battlefield, the dim sky showed no daylight, only countless shadows whose features were indistinct due to distance.

In one corner of the canvas, the distant horizon loomed in the background, with shadows that should have darkened the sky, but in this piece only hinted at the tip of the iceberg.

On the ground, rows of artillery fired roaring tongues of flame into the sky, and behind the ruins of human buildings in the foreground, a human figure was stepping out from among them.

"Is this me?"

Bai E asked, pointing to the most conspicuous human figure on the canvas.

Everything the Prophet did had a purpose, and this might be her way of revealing some possibilities about the "future" to him.

"It's not important." Feng Ling's lips curled in a smile, "It could be, or it could not be. In fact, this painting is meaningless to you. The causality entwined around you gifted me with some inspiration, so I simply recorded it, that is all."

Bai E gazed at the second painting, the recorded battle scene drawing his concern.

Just that he didn't know how far into the future this was, or who the opponent was...

Feng Ling seemed to notice Bai E's pondering and asked with a smile, "General Bai E, with your level of Spiritual Energy, you must have already experienced the foundations of high-dimensional space, haven't you? Whether it's the stars that represent all changes in the world, or the rolling river of time... the foundation of all things, they're as real and tangible there as the existence of a physical entity."

"...Yes." Bai E nodded.

He had witnessed these things when he first awakened his Spiritual Energy.

At that time, he might not have understood deeply, but as his Spiritual Energy grew stronger, Bai E became increasingly clear—everything he had seen was the absolute foundation behind the formation of high-dimensional space.

The definition of space and time became so vague there because it represented the very essence of "space" and "time."

Seeing Bai E's candid response, Feng Ling's eyes showed a hint of satisfaction and she asked in a deep tone, "So... do you believe in 'fate'?"

A person's life from the moment of birth has a predetermined trajectory, and every seemingly random choice made at every moment of life was actually destined.

If not so, how could "time" become a river?

An entity with a concrete form, wanting to intervene and make changes, that too is just the final stage of growing strength.

And if destiny is not fixed, then who's future is it precisely when those with the power to interfere in the river of time reach the so-called "future"?

The more profound an entity's grasp of higher-dimensional space, the firmer their belief in "fate."

But...

"I don't believe it," Bai E said, his eyes slightly lost in thought.

If everything is predestined, then this life... is just too meaningless.

Even if he should find himself trapped in some absolute cycle of fate in the future, he would try every possible way to break free!

Fengling's eyes curved into crescents, and she chuckled with her lips pursed, "I don't believe it either."

As she said this, she gracefully stood up and saw her guest to the door, "I'm sorry for taking up so much of General Bai E's time. If the general has other matters to attend to, please feel free to take leave."

"Then I won't impose any further," Bai E nodded, turned, and left.

If he stayed any longer, he feared she would not be able to hold up.

He didn't know what she had done, but during the second painting, he felt a terrifying surge of Spiritual Energy gathering around the elven Prophet, some of which even stirred a fraction of his own dispersed spirit.

Even with his current level three spiritual energy, in the face of those tumultuous waves, he seemed utterly inadequate. For her to mobilize such immense spiritual power must not have been easy.

Sure enough, with Bai E's departure,

Fengling, who had been staunchly suppressing her body's weakness with "self-restraint," suddenly softened at the knees and collapsed onto the ground, her face deathly pale.

The sweat that broke out instantly soaked her thin clothes, and her body lay limp on the floor like a snake, gasping for air with heavy breaths.

"It's still... too forced," Fengling bit her lip, her eyes filled with agony, "It's indeed too difficult to change fate..."

Looking down at the painting she was clutching tightly, Fengling's eyes finally showed a trace of relief, "Fortunately, there is still a glimmer of hope left."

Although this world was merely an accidental stop for her, she still did not wish to see it become a withered relic in the universe once Bai E left.

"Prophet...," came the call of her kin from outside the door, "The human officials are seeking an audience; they say they wish to view your latest creation."

Fengling casually tossed the canvas so that it landed in the hands of her people outside the door, "Give it to them..."

After all, it was prepared for them.

No matter what, humans are the absolute masters of this planet!

...

Following humanity's great victory over the Bug Nest, more and more residents of the lowest city gave up the safety inside the walls to venture into the wilderness beyond.

There may still be various threats in the wilderness—mutated beasts, roaming orcs, wandering warlords, and so on...

But humanity's greatest enemy had been vanquished, and the rest of the dangers were not relentlessly targeting humans.

Compared to the confinement within the city, the dangers of the wilderness were negligible in the pursuit of freedom! freewebnøvel.com

Those nobles, who had endured various reasons and suffered in silence, finally could bear no more. A chilling voice emerged from the dark chambers, "Over this period, our family's income has decreased by thirty percent. Those branches which had their funding reduced can hardly be appeased. Now, with the unrest among the lower city's inhabitants, this is our last chance!"