Chapter 1337 Vision of Spell Creation <TOC> Chapter 1339 The Hunt of the Siren
Translator: SumTLMan
Beyond the shadowy figure in the cloak, amidst the turbulent void, there was another; gazing intently at Angel, separated by the vast expanse of time and space.
Yet Angel was blissfully unaware of this scrutiny.
He was still enraptured by the mysterious resonance the dark clouds brought. Under this frequency, Angel felt a panorama of wondrous visions unfold before him.
While he couldn’t pinpoint exactly what these visions represented, they danced before his eyes in a myriad of forms, illuminated by bursts of color, halos, and flashing runes. Angel was irresistibly drawn into this unknown realm.
Every scene provided Angel with a deluge of inspiration, as if he was engaged in a scholarly discourse, and the resulting sparks birthed countless fascinating thoughts.
Be it spells, alchemy, or even the application of the Wilderness of Dreams’ powers — all these ideas were steered forth by these peculiar visions.
Angel finally understood the feeling of inspiration gushing forth like a fountain.
A budding speculation in him suggested that these scenes might be what Sanders once spoke of——the gift of truth.
Or perhaps, a token of appreciation from the World Will.
When Gloria was creating her original spell on Phantom Island, Sanders had elaborated on a peculiar mechanism.
For every spell created, it was an endeavor to pave and challenge a new path. The Great Will would obstruct every trailblazer, yet it would also reward those who succeeded. This mechanism was both perplexing and paradoxical. The reasoning behind such actions remains an intricate topic, and despite numerous wizards researching it, a universally accepted answer remains elusive.
Although Angel had deciphered a fraction of the truth, he was still enveloped in a cloud of confusion.
He never fathomed that by constructing his Spell Position, he would summon a vision of original magic. Strictly speaking, the Gateway Model wasn’t his brainchild; rather, it was the mysterious energy from the Heavenly Eye that instructed him.
If it wasn’t an original creation, then why did he receive an accolade from the World Will? Angel was still in the fog about it.
“Could it be,” he pondered, “that this model of the gateway has manifested in our world for the very first time, causing such a phenomenon?”
The Heavenly Eye likely hailed from another dimension, perhaps a different cosmos. Thus, it’s plausible that this Gateway Model debuted in our universe for the first time.
Was it because of its inaugural appearance that it invoked such a vision?
Although plagued with countless uncertainties, Angel had no leisure to delve deep, for his immediate priority was this “accolade” before him.
Brushing aside distractions, Angel became utterly absorbed in this spectacle.
Time ebbed and flowed. Unaware of how long he had been engrossed, when he snapped back to reality with a sense of enlightenment, the enchanting view gradually faded away.
The spectacle dissipated like a morning mist. Yet, as it cleared, it unveiled another wonder lurking behind!
“Is this… a path?!” Angel exclaimed, awe-stricken.
A torrent of information converged, constructing before Angel’s eyes a vast and powerful road.
This ‘road’ was merely a metaphor. It wasn’t tangible nor bore the shape of any path. Yet, in Angel’s heart, it represented a route constructed from boundless knowledge and endless information!
Moreover, it could very well be the sought-after path of enlightenment that all wizards… yearn for!
Just as this thought flickered in Angel’s mind, the path evaporated like a mirage, vanishing into thin air.
However, the emergence of this path seemed like a tantalizing mirage painted before him, not only unveiling a potential future but also deeply engraving itself into the recesses of his heart.
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Simultaneously, within the void, vast spatial and temporal distances from the Wizarding World.
The ticking sound reverberated incessantly. The source of this rhythm was a colossal golden clock, resembling a vast wheel. As the clock’s hands moved, the gears meshed and rotated gently. Every motion released a pronounced “tick.”
Atop this immense clock, a humanoid silhouette sat meditatively.
The shadow silently observed the distant Southern Region, specifically, the epicenter of the recent Omen Sign.
After what seemed like an eternity, the shadow heaved a profound sigh.
“Alas——” The figure caressed its palm, its eyes evolving from impatience to restraint, eventually settling on a look of deep melancholy. “Such a marked Seed of Truth, yet I cannot act. It’s maddeningly tempting.”
As a trader traversing time and space, it was rare for Cassini to encounter such a splendid Seed of Truth. The desire to steal — no, to ‘trade’ for a ‘choice’ was strong.
At this juncture, such a transaction would be undeniably advantageous.
However, Cassini did not act, or perhaps, dared not to.
That Seed of Truth——Angel, although its bestowed truth this time was merely from the World Will of the Wizarding World, left Cassini perplexed as to why the primary consciousness would be covertly observing him.
For an entity of Cassini’s caliber, the World Will was somewhat comparable to the consciousness birthed from some continents. In broader terms, it was akin to a ‘universal consciousness’.
While the World Will is distinct, its composition bears a striking resemblance to the consciousness of the world, both serving as a nexus for a fusion of myriad knowledge and awareness. Yet, the knowledge housed within the world consciousness is predominantly that which already exists within the present world.
However, the data collated by the World Will encompasses nearly every known pan-dimensional plane. It can be depicted as the grand will, collectively borne from a multitude of worlds.
Some wizards even exalt it as the ultimate pinnacle.
It’s also hailed as the very essence of truth.
Cassini, however, begs to differ. He staunchly believes there are realms beyond the reach of this overarching will. For instance, he once encountered the “Augustine’s Twin Mirror” in the Source World, a Mysterious Object that bridges to even more distant, uncharted territories. Cassini is convinced that the world beyond this mirror is where the World Will’s reach falters.
Although in Cassini’s eyes, the World Will isn’t the so-called “truth”, one thing is undeniable: it doesn’t possess genuine thoughts or emotions.
It’s merely a confluence of knowledge and consciousness.
Yet, what baffles Cassini now is the seeming observation of Angel by the World Will.
Cassini has witnessed many prodigious talents, even those whose groundbreaking spells have drawn accolades from the World Will. Yet, this is the first time he’s observed the will engaging in such a human-like act of “observation.”
Even though the World Will remained passive, neither making its presence felt nor bestowing any rewards, this singular act made Cassini tread cautiously, hesitating to sneak in and… negotiate trade options.
By the time the World Will withdrew its “observation”, Angel had already roused from the accolades of the world’s consciousness. Cassini missed the prime trading opportunity.
All he could do was perch atop the clock, sighing deeply.
Cassini shifted his gaze away from Angel. While the actions of the World Will did pique his curiosity towards Angel, after all, Angel was just an apprentice. Seeking a trading opportunity with him seemed like searching for a needle in a haystack.
“Ah, in a world teetering on the brink of magical extinction, a potential seedling emerges?” Cassini’s gaze traveled to a distant and unknown horizon. With a swift motion, he vanished from where he stood.
A faint murmur echoed, “Young lad… Oh, my mistake, fair maiden, would you entertain a trade?”
…
Angel’s eyes snapped open, and in an instant, a deluge of information flooded back.
It encompassed details about the Spell Position, new architectures of mental models, and even rewards from the surreal visions before. All these insights surged simultaneously into Angel’s mind.
However, most of this was already known information, just refreshed and reiterated.
As Angel’s eyes flickered open, Popoca, stationed near the bonfire below, took notice. He quickly gathered the Softworm nest and, with a few agile leaps, ascended to the cliff’s edge.
Drawing near Angel, Popoca inquired with a touch of astonishment, “Were you… formulating a new spell?”
Although Popoca felt confident in his speculation, he yearned for a confirming response from Angel.
Still in a daze, Angel merely nodded, neither confirming nor denying, effectively responding to Popoca’s query. Then, he lifted his gaze to the heavens.
The dark clouds continued their dance, but their intensity had evidently diminished.
It seemed the “phenomenon of the new spell” was starting to wane.
A wry smile crept onto Angel’s face, wondering if this was the shortest-lived phenomenon ever recorded.
He had delved into many chronicles of true knowledge wizards, and the duration of the spell phenomena they caused, including the one during Sumi’s time, had lasted considerably longer.
The spell vision unfolding before his eyes seemed to be fading just as alchemy omens do, waning almost instantly after its manifestation.
Could it be because the effects of the Gateway Model are rather mundane? After all, short-distance spatial translocation, in the realm of spatial spells, isn’t entirely without precedent.
Or perhaps, the Gateway Model itself wasn’t truly a product of his original magic; hence, the mildness of the spell vision and its swift vanishing?
Popoca observed the fading spell vision in the sky. Reflecting on the initial moments, he recalled not sensing the omen’s fluctuations at all. He pondered, maybe Angel’s newly created spell wasn’t particularly potent.
However, for Popoca, this was already quite astonishing.
“To manifest a spell during one’s apprenticeship and even cause a vision is truly remarkable.” Though Popoca spoke in a consoling tone, his words genuinely emanated from the depths of his heart. In his memory, he hadn’t witnessed another apprentice capable of inducing such a spell vision.
Angel, on the other hand, seemed indifferent to the scale of the vision, even feeling a tinge of joy.
The subtler, the better. After all, the origins of the Gateway Model were unknown. If others came to know of it, he’d need to find a way to explain.
“Let’s go,” said Angel, not wanting to linger any longer. Even if the vision was subtle, there might be other extraordinary beings who took note. It was wiser to depart sooner.
With that thought, Angel summoned the Gondola and, with Popoca, flew towards the Old Land Continent.
What Angel wasn’t aware of was that not long after he left the unnamed island, a water avatar of someone named ‘Jiebo’ emerged nearby.
The water force within the avatar was becoming unsteady, a consequence of Jiebo’s forceful intrusion.
Alas, to Jiebo’s chagrin, even after he prepared to risk one of his water avatars to infiltrate, he found the place eerily deserted. Clearly, the creator of magic had already vacated the premises.
As Jiebo took a sweeping glance around, all that caught his eye was the faint ember glow of a dying campfire.
Yet, no trace of any informative residues lingered nearby.
Jiebo contemplated diving into the waters, hoping to glean some insights from aquatic creatures. However, before he could submerge, his water avatar, caught in an energy imbalance, transformed into fleeting bubbles, vanishing without a trace.
Chapter 1337 Vision of Spell Creation <TOC> Chapter 1339 The Hunt of the Siren