Chapter 1249 Ponder <TOC> Chapter 1251 Undercurrent of Future Worry
Translator: SumTLMan
The sudden disappearance of the “Demon God Shadow” hovering overhead is an extraordinary event in and of itself.
However, the revelation that the reason behind the vanishing of the Demon God Shadow is that someone had obliterated the True Spirit of the Demon God in a single strike, renders this incident beyond imagination.
Furthermore, the level of incredulity this event imparts is something that even the power of Sanders can’t measure. It is akin to summer insects ignorant of winter’s chill, or mortals struggling to comprehend divinity. It’s a matter of entirely different realms!
Sanders had speculated before that the entity might be extraordinarily powerful, but to the degree currently evident, it still seems unreal to him.
Yet, the undeniable reality stands before his eyes, forcing him to accept it.
If one were to say, the obliteration of Olucia and the Demon God’s Avatar merely punctured the sky, then the demise of the True Spirit of the Demon God signifies a complete alteration of the heavens!
Sanders is now beginning to understand. Recalling the moment in La Sutherland when the birdcage broke open and the demon cornered humans into an extremely cramped battle area, commanding absolute superiority. He now comprehends why Lord Giallar let them depart.
Because, with the fall of the True Spirit… the heavens shifted.
Sanders recalls that after leaving La Sutherland, there indeed was a significant shift in the atmosphere of the Abyss. Moreover, according to all those who stayed on Sky Island, they periodically felt a sensation of being watched. They assumed it was an illusion then, but now, Sanders suspects it was the mighty powers trying to trace the final path of the Flameless Lord before its fall.
The shock in Sanders’ heart lingered for most of the day.
Were it not for Angel calling out his name, Sanders would likely still be in a daze.
Even though Sanders regained his senses, the astonishment in his eyes did not fade. He looked at Angel, multiple times words reached his lips, but each time they were choked back.
In truth, he was at a loss for words, whether it was the corpse of the Demon God, the True Spirit of the Demon God, or that person from the Nightmare Plane, none of them were his place to comment upon.
Eventually, Sanders could only heave a deep sigh: “Let’s call it a day, I need to ponder upon it.”
Having said this, Sanders didn’t wait for Angel to react. With a light wave of his hand, he temporarily closed the Gravity Garden. Everyone, except for Popoca, including Sanders himself and Angel, found themselves in the room outside.
“You should rest, we’ll… discuss everything tomorrow.”
For Sanders, the shocks of the day had been too numerous, each wave following closely on the heels of the previous one.
Each of these surges harbored a terrifying power capable of engulfing the Southern Region, and the waves being pushed out by the tide showed an increasing trend!
Even with his endurance, he needed a respite.
During this period of reprieve, he decided to sort out the “heavy” news he had learned from Angel tonight. At the very least, he wanted to clarify the subsequent ripples caused by the Demon God, and the influence it had on the Savage Grottoes, Frost Moon, and even the Southern Region.
Angel contemplated, the most important matters had been addressed, and the two corpses were also shown. What remained untold was the Projection Bloodline, and the matter of the Cold Ancient Ruins.
As for the matter of the Projection Bloodline, Sanders must have guessed it from the sudden surge in his physical strength. As for encountering Vaudeurs Lord, and what happened later in the Cold Ancient Ruins, these weren’t big issues and didn’t matter if spoken about sooner or later.
With this in mind, Angel nodded at Sanders and turned to leave.
Sanders watched Angel’s receding figure, the sound of boot steps on the marble corridor echoed in his ears. As the sound of the footsteps faded, he lowered his head and started jotting down notes on a piece of paper.
After Angel left, he returned to his own room, unaware that he had just missed Sridhar, who had come to discuss alchemy experiences with him.
While Sridhar left feeling dejected, Angel laid on his bed and gradually fell asleep.
He had initially intended to journey to the Wilderness of Dreams, but upon returning to his room, he simply didn’t have the strength. Finally back in the Southern Region, the stress that had been gripping him in the Abyss finally loosened its hold, leaving behind only exhaustion and lethargy. Whether meditating or logging into the Wilderness of Dreams, Angel had no strength left for either. As soon as he touched the soft silk blanket, a wave of drowsiness washed over him, and he soon drifted into a deep, dark sleep.
When Angel woke up, the sky was still draped in shadows.
His awakening wasn’t natural, but was instead stirred by faint rustling sounds outside.
After performing a cleansing spell, Angel, now refreshed, emerged from his room. His first stop was Sanders’ room, but at Sanders’ door was a small demon falcon, its golden beak, black feathers, and blood-red eyes eye-catching. Upon seeing Angel, the demon falcon crossed its wings in an “X” motion.
Angel recognized this little demon falcon; it was Sanders’ alchemical familiar. Its gesture was clearly one of refusal, denying Angel entry.
Presumably, Sanders was still occupied with his tasks.
Nodding at the demon falcon, Angel turned and walked away. At the three-way corridor, Angel initially intended to return to his room, but then faint noises from the direction of the front hall caught his attention, the same sound that had roused him from his dream earlier.
Turning his head for a glance, Angel noticed some footsteps echoing from the other end of the corridor.
The footsteps were slow, accompanied by a profound sense of lingering twilight.
As the footsteps neared, Angel noticed an elderly woman with white hair appearing at the other end of the corridor. She was slowly walking with a basket in her hand. Due to his angle, Angel could only see a small part of her path, and quickly, the old woman ambled out of Angel’s line of sight. However, judging by her direction, she seemed to be heading towards the exit.
This elderly woman, her face lined with wrinkles, appeared ordinary.
There was no energy reaction from her, which suggested she was a mortal.
For reasons unbeknownst to him, a sense of familiarity washed over Angel each time he looked at her, as if he’d encountered her somewhere before. Yet, a thorough excavation of his memories yielded no impression of her. Could it be merely an illusion?
The elderly woman seemed to be moving from the antique shop’s main hall toward the exit. Could she be a guest of Sridhar?
Initially, Angel had considered seeking out Sridhar for some insight, but felt the endeavor would be somewhat ostentatious. After all, it was just a case of déjà vu, and this individual was obviously a layperson, presumably having no intersection with his own life.
With this in mind, Angel chose not to dwell on the matter and returned straight to his room.
Upon arriving in his room, the first order of business was naturally to construct the “Gateway Model,” followed by a period of meditation. After completing these two essential daily tasks, it was already past noon.
Suddenly, a prolonged trill echoed from the direction of the window. It was Sanders’ alchemical familiar that had flown over, bringing a message that Sanders wished to see him.
Upon encountering Sanders again, just as Angel was about to exchange greetings, his vision swam and he found himself in the Gravity Garden.
“It seems you had a good night’s sleep?”
This was the first utterance Angel heard upon arriving at the Gravity Garden.
Sanders’ expression was serene, his question coming across as mundane everyday conversation.
“I had a decent rest, which I haven’t enjoyed for a long time. Mentor, you seem far more energetic than yesterday,” Angel answered truthfully. Compared to yesterday, Sanders seemed far more placid today.
Sanders, however, felt a lump forming in his throat upon hearing this. He had spent the previous night in a daze, racking his brains over how to handle the aftermath. Meanwhile, Angel not only had a comfortable night’s sleep but also took a jab at him.
This kid… Sanders felt an overwhelming urge to give him a piece of his mind.
Reining in his internal urges, Sanders skipped further dilly-dallying, delving straight into the crux of the matter: “To continue yesterday’s conversation, what transpired after the Demon God’s True Spirit was slain? Where did its divine power go? Furthermore, what became of ‘Him’?”
Angel organized his words, succinctly delineating the aftermath of the True Spirit’s power.
As Sanders listened to Angel’s narrative, a vivid tapestry began to take form before his eyes.
Although Angel abstained from any descriptive adornment, the unadorned words themselves sufficed to conjure the grandeur of the scene at that moment.
The True Spirit morphed into a tree, wreathed in radiant fire. Its phantom silhouette enveloped the entire continent, appearing from the void as merely a glowing shadow! How immense, how spectacular a spectacle it was!
As Sanders was reminiscing about this grand panorama, Angel paused momentarily before proceeding with the tale of “him”.
“He left. However, prior to his disappearance, he bequeathed something to me.”
“The Projection Bloodline?”
Rather than responding verbally, Angel simply lifted his head, locking gazes with Sanders. As a gentle breeze wafted past, his golden fringe obscuring his right eye subtly lifted.
Revealed was an eye of deep azure.
Its color was profound, like the azure of a lake sparkling under the summer sun.
However, something about this right eye seemed slightly amiss? As Sanders furrowed his brows in contemplation, Angel’s right eye underwent a bizarre transformation.
A strange liquid suddenly surged from Angel’s right eye, rapidly morphing into a mask laden with peculiar runes.
This mask, shrouded half of Angel’s right visage.
The Mask in its entirety had a dark underlayer with an eerily intricate design, the most peculiar detail being the right eye. It appeared to be squinted in amusement, yet the stark contrast in colours failed to evoke a sense of mirth. Instead, it imparted a bizarre sense of absurdity, steeped in darkness.
“Is your Projection Bloodline fused with the right eye?” Sanders queried.
With a slight nod, Angel confirmed. He opted not to delve into the agonizing process of fusing the bloodlines, merely stating the outcome.
“Activating the right eye with magical power summons this mask. However, I’m still unclear about its unique capabilities.”
“It’s likely an inherent ability derived from the bloodline fusion, its specific effect… based on initial observation, it seems to influence mental power.” Sanders glanced at the absurd pattern, a ripple echoing through his mental power.
“Moreover, if the power of nightmare aura is used to activate the right eye, it takes on another form,” Angel paused, adding, “However, this other form consumes a considerable amount of Nightmare Plane’s aura. Given my current reserves, I don’t anticipate it lasting for an extended period.”
As Angel explained, he simultaneously withdrew the mask from his right eye. At the same time, he began activating the right eye using the power of nightmare aura.
Sanders was initially anticipating Angel’s next move, however, he unexpectedly noticed a glint of cunning fleeting across Angel’s eyes.
Chapter 1249 Ponder <TOC> Chapter 1251 Undercurrent of Future Worry