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Translator: SumTLMan
Upon delving into that extraordinary dimension, several salient features came to the fore.
His entry into this space was not of a corporeal nature, but rather a spiritual light of consciousness. Moreover, this form of consciousness was exclusively a summation of memory, experience, patterns of thought, and logical reasoning, devoid of any emotional module.
Thus, within that fantastical world, he maintained an extreme sense of rationality.
This extreme rationality, even transcended the supercomputing state initiated by Angel himself.
While in the supercomputing state, although Angel’s capacity for processing data and information reached unprecedented heights, it didn’t entirely exclude emotions. When contemplating issues, he was still bound by considerations and limitations.
But within that wondrous world, Angel was bereft of any form of hesitations. For instance, prior to stepping into this extraordinary dimension, the outside world was threatened by monsters. However, once he was within, he gave this fact no heed.
Moreover, until Angel returned to the external world, he was oblivious to the fact that time within the extraordinary world stood still relative to the Wizarding World. He had spent what felt like a long while learning the construction of the “Gateway” within the extraordinary dimension. If we were to contrast the flow of thought to the passage of time, it might equate to three or even four years.
Such a length of time would not only imply Jon’s demise but also Angel’s physical body in the external world might have turned to bones in the absence of food and water. However, within the extraordinary dimension, Angel was entirely indifferent to this situation.
Although such extreme rationality accelerated his learning capabilities manifold within the extraordinary dimension, this state also induced a sense of trepidation within him, similar to becoming a cold calculating being of data.
In addition to spiritual light, emotional exclusion, and temporal standstill, another feature of the extraordinary world was that although he couldn’t perceive his physical body or, to put it another way, the real material world, he could still perceive his mental space, spiritual realm, and sea of consciousness.
In his mental space, spiritual realm, sea or consciousness, and so on… these existences are perceived by wizards as associated with themselves, yet are not truly within the physical world, but instead reside on a higher plane.
Naturally, this is speculation, not a definitive conclusion. As Angel sees it, these illusory territories like the mental space are projections of personal will within another dimension.
As these thoughts occurred to him, Angel’s gaze returned to the Heavenly Eye.
He faintly sensed that despite the Heavenly Eye appearing to be an unsmoothed orb of colored glaze, perhaps this is merely its manifestation within this material world. Its true form could be immense and boundless in another dimension.
For instance, after Angel entered that strange world, he was led by an unknown perception to a unique energy core, the energy from which was identical to that of the Heavenly Eye. It could be that this energy core is a manifestation of the Heavenly Eye.
Time slipped quietly away as Angel examined the Heavenly Eye, trying to determine if there was a way to activate it. Unfortunately, the Heavenly Eye had become utterly dormant, not reacting to any form of energy. It might only be reactivated by absorbing the energy from the planar fusion.
“Foolish human, I saw you gazing at this necklace before I rested. What, is this necklace significant to you?” A scornful voice came from not far away.
Angel looked up to see Fafnir’s face appearing outside the loft window.
Fafnir had been sleeping on the roof, and the loft window was right there on the roof.
Angel lowered his brows and said softly with a reminiscing tone, “It was given to me by someone very dear to me. It holds great significance.”
Fafnir sneered, assuming it was something like a parental heirloom. Initially, she was a little curious, but now, her interest waned.
Fafnir, no longer commenting on the necklace, spoke with earnestness, “You promised that youthful Fire Demon, allowing it to experience the Rhythm of the Ocean.”
Angel nodded in affirmation, wasn’t this very matter conducted before Fafnir’s eyes? Peculiarly, she’s bringing it up again.
Fafnir fell into silence for a brief moment, “Earlier, I noticed a certain Servant of Fire accompanying that juvenile Fire Demon, it bore an Indescribable Aura.”
Servant of Fire? Angel recalled seeing a red-robed figure accompanying the Fire Demon in the past, presumably in a master-servant relationship. Could this be the Servant of Fire?
Fafnir confirmed Angel’s conjecture with a nod.
“An indescribable aura, you mean…?” Angel voiced his curiosity.
Fafnir exhibited a moment of bewilderment, when she previously saw the Servant of Fire, she felt that it bore a bizarre aura… come to think of it, the Young Fire Demon was not exempt from it, albeit faint.
Initially, Fafnir hadn’t thought much of it, until she was lounging on the rooftop, indulging in a feigned slumber, only to unexpectedly drift off to a real one. During this sleep, she dreamt a dream of a time when she was but a young dragon being led by her father to the inner layer to partake in a Demon’s Feast. During this feast, she had her first encounter with the most eminent beings of the Abyss!
Upon awakening and recollecting the colossal silhouette from her dream, Fafnir was suddenly reminded of the aura the Servant of Fire possessed.
“Demon God,” Fafnir revealed, “The Servant of Fire bears a trace of the Demon God’s aura. It may not be the Demon God’s incarnation, but it is certainly a descendant, and the lingering aura indicates they were in touch with something related to the Demon God recently.”
Before Angel’s shocked expression, Fafnir continued, “Regardless, anything touched by the aura of a Demon God is no simple matter. Try to avoid accommodating that Young Fire Demon as much as possible. If you must, do your best to ensure it remains unharmed.”
As Fafnir issued her solemn warning to Angel and departed with a heavy heart, the shock within Angel’s core was still reverberating like a restless sea.
An aura of a Demon God? A descendant of a Demon God?
Angel gulped audibly, a sudden realization crashing upon him like a wave: “Could it possibly be such a big coincidence?”
He had already learned from Sanders that Frost Moon Alliance had been meticulously laying out their plans in the Abyss for an long period. Their sole objective? To hunt the Demon God’s descendant, so that Lord Mengke might leverage this to shatter his final barrier, ascending into the realm of legends!
During his time in Watchtower Fortress, Angel learned that Downfallen Forest was a likely location for the appearance of the Demon God’s descendant, causing a wave of concern to wash over him. His journey to the Abyss was merely to seek Sanders’ help in resolving Jon’s predicament; he had no desire to become embroiled in additional complications. However, the arrival of the Harbinger of Doom brought an end to the potential emergence of the Demon God’s descendant, providing Angel with a momentary sigh of relief.
Yet, in what seemed like no time at all, he had taken on a task in La Sutherland, only to encounter a demon permeated with the aura of a Demon God.
Could it be… that the legendary descendant of the Demon God intended to cross from La Sutherland to the surface of the Abyss?
“It can’t possibly be such a big coincidence,” Angel muttered under his breath, as if trying to hypnotize himself against the growing tide of worry.
Suddenly, a delicate chime sounded in the wind, ringing with clarity.
It was the sound of a wind chime, one that Angel had previously set up in the yard.
Stirred from his stupor, Angel descended from the loft and swung open the doors of the courtyard, only to discover that it was Canaan who had set the wind chime aflutter.
Leaning against a massive tree, Canaan’s side profile was all that was visible. Yet, an odd sense of satisfaction could be discerned from her features, a silent testament to some ineffable joy.
The crown of her head no longer bound as before, her hair danced freely, ruffled by the faintest breeze. As the wind swept through her aquatic-blue tentacles, they pirouetted gracefully in the air. Along with the pointed azure horn on her forehead, and her shimmering, lake-blue eyes, there was a captivating beauty that flourished amidst the backlight.
The changes in Canaan weren’t limited to her unbound hair; her originally muted dress now bore splashes of deep crimson.
The scarlet specks were reminiscent of fallen petals in a snowy landscape, strikingly vibrant, and at the same time, unbearably striking to the eye.
The sound of Angel’s footsteps descending the stairs drew Canaan’s attention. As it turned, Angel caught a glimpse of the other half of Canaan’s face… saturated in vibrant red blood.
Now, Angel understood what the red specks on Canaan’s dress were, likely traces of blood.
A blood-streaked Canaan broke into laughter, her amusement seemingly teetering on the brink of insanity. After an extended moment, she ceased her laughter, addressing Angel:
“Shopkeeper, I’ve returned. And, thank you——”
“What’s there to thank?” Angel, stepping into the courtyard, began to reconfigure an illusionary landscape: “Since you’re back, let’s open the shop.”
Canaan responded affirmatively, and then asked, “Shopkeeper, aren’t you curious about why I’m thanking you?”
Angel paused: “Though you must have your reasons for thanking me. Why should I probe? Clean yourself up and get ready to welcome today’s guests.”
Canaan initially wanted to express her satisfaction and gratitude for finally taking vengeance, crushing the Fork Tailed Demon who had insulted her underfoot. All this was possible thanks to the Rhythm of the Ocean, and she was profoundly grateful to Angel for granting her a new lease on life. However, Angel’s dismissive response left Canaan slightly stunned. The words hung on the tip of her tongue, but ultimately, she swallowed them back down.
“Alright.” With a gentle smile, Canaan seemed to sweep away all the lingering shadows of the past.
As a blue glint flickered, the traces of blood on Canaan vanished in an instant, refreshing her back to her original state. Subsequently, she prepared to return to the shop.
However, at that moment, Angel called out to her.
“Canaan, has anything of significance happened in La Sutherland recently?” Angel queried.
Canaan, looking perplexed, asked, “Something significant? What do you mean, shop owner?”
“Like the arrival of someone important, or rumors of a lockdown starting in the demon city?” Angel probed.
Canaan pondered for a moment before shaking her head, “I haven’t heard anything of the sort.”
Angel gave a nod, signaling Canaan to get back to her duties, and then he turned his attention back to the loft.
The answer from Canaan, truthfully, eased Angel’s worry slightly. Given that La Sutherland hadn’t shown any reactions, it could imply that his previous speculations may have been misguided. The person who might be a descendant of the Demon God probably won’t arrive soon, or he might just be frightening himself with a non-existent problem.
In any case, he would stay in La Sutherland for at most three more days, and then he would depart. If the descendant of the Demon God did arrive by then, it would have nothing to do with him.
With this in mind, the restlessness in Angel’s heart slightly subsided.
However, there was another matter that urgently required Angel’s attention.
The situation with the Young Fire Demon.
Since Fafnir had warned him to handle the Young Fire Demon cautiously, he knew he had to take it seriously.