Chapter 1453 Return to the Garden <TOC> Chapter 1455 Moriah’s Story
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As Angel gazed at the Sacred Mountain, he heard Isabelle’s mental message.
Following that, a path of light guiding Angel forward began to unfold. Without a doubt, this path led to where Isabelle was.
However, this path of light didn’t lead to the temple at the peak of the Sacred Mountain. Instead, upon reaching halfway up the mountain, it meandered and turned back.
When Angel arrived at the final destination following the path of light, he raised an eyebrow in surprise.
He hadn’t expected it to be here.
This was a small path winding down from the temple atop the Sacred Mountain. But at the end of this path was a cliff that seemed to cut off abruptly.
With his expertise in illusion spells, Angel could clearly sense that this cliff was an illusion. Behind it was a deep cavern.
Even before he got close, Angel could already sense intense soul fluctuations emanating from the cave concealed behind the cliff.
In fact, Angel had been to this place before. It was Baya who had shown him the way, saying that there was a path here leading directly to the center of the Sacred Mountain. At the end of that path, there was a Soul Bead left behind by Isabelle.
Although Angel had found the place back then, he didn’t enter due to sensing danger. He hadn’t imagined that after all these twists and turns over the years, he would end up here again.
While memories filled Angel’s mind, the illusion-made cliff suddenly rippled like water.
Out from the center of the ripples, a flying pig with skin patterned like a cow, black and white intertwined, emerged.
Atop a flying pig sat a bald old man, his white beard touching the ground. His sagging skin resembled the layered folds of a pleated skirt, speckled with grey and black spots. In his hand, he held a walking stick.
The old man, with his cloudy eyes, flew out of a cave and landed in front of Angel, giving a slight bow, “We meet again.”
Angel responded softly, “High Priest, it’s been a while.”
This old man was none other than the High Priest of the Kulakuka tribe, Baya. Angel hadn’t expected to see Baya here.
“Now, Sir Pat’s soul is even brighter and purer than when we first met, like the sun.” Baya’s gaze was fixed on Angel, but his gray eyes remained unfazed.
He was blind.
Angel merely smiled without saying a word. Baya continued, “Indeed, for my tribe, you have always been an unpredictable factor. Entrusting them to you was the right decision.”
The “them” Baya referred to was undoubtedly the group of Kulakuka tribe members Angel had taken with him in the past.
After expressing his sentiment, Baya changed the subject, “Please, follow me. Lady Isabelle has been waiting for you.” Saying this, Baya led Angel closer to the cliffside.
Angel followed gracefully.
Behind the cliff was a narrow but well-lit corridor, adorned with beautiful murals on both sides, and the staircase had been repaired.
From the direction of the corridor, it was clear that it led to The Center of the Sacred Mountain.
The atmosphere was heavy with silence throughout the journey. Angel had thought that Baya would inquire about the other branch of the Kulakuka tribe that was now scattered outside, but he never did.
“Now, it’s Angel who’s curious,” Angel asked with a hint of curiosity. “Aren’t you curious about the current state of Babaya and the others?”
Baya paused for a moment, and the silhouette of him riding on the flying pig also froze for a second, before moving forward again. Clearly, his inner emotions were not as calm as he seemed on the surface.
“As long as we know that Sir is the variable, the direction of the future depends on where fate pushes them,” Baya sighed softly. “No matter how much I inquire, I can’t change their fate. It’s better not to ask.”
The implication in Baya’s words was clear. Since he trusted Angel, he didn’t care about the well-being of Babaya and the others.
That being said, Angel noticed Baya’s hand clenched momentarily, suggesting that he might actually want to ask but was afraid of hearing bad news, so he chose to remain ignorant, like an ostrich burying its head in the sand.
“They are doing well now and have built a village,” Angel said, snapping his fingers. In front of Baya, an illusion appeared showing the Kulakuka tribe building a small village in Pat Manor. Everyone was laughing and enjoying themselves. Among these little ones, there were also some tall humans, including maids and robust manservants. These humans treated the Kulakuka tribe very kindly. Baya even saw a Kulakuka girl dressed in a golden dress, singing and dancing on a human’s shoulder.
Although Baya said he didn’t care, a small smile appeared on his face when he saw this scene.
However, Baya’s expression quickly turned into a frown. He saw Babaya’s grandmother, laughing heartily surrounded by young girls from the Kulakuka tribe, but he couldn’t spot Babaya anywhere.
Even though Baya didn’t ask, Angel noticed the look in his eyes.
“Babaya is not here,” Angel said. At these words, Baya’s ears perked up. “You wanted to solve the root problem of the Kulakuka tribe, which I might not be able to do, but perhaps Babaya can. If nothing has gone wrong, she should be a witch’s apprentice by now. Not just Babaya, but Kudou and Rococo have also embarked on this path.”
A glimmer of hope flashed in Baya’s eyes, and his tense expression finally relaxed.
With a grateful gaze, he looked deeply into Angel’s eyes.
After a long pause, he said earnestly, “Thank you.”
He wanted to express so much more gratitude, but the words were too cumbersome, so he simply condensed his feelings into those two words.
His greatest wish was to change the stagnant state of his tribe that had lasted for a millennium. He had been searching for a solution, and it wasn’t until Angel and Shadow entered the Living Soul Garden that he saw an opportunity to alleviate that thousand-year torment.
Now, even though the root problem hasn’t been resolved, he has truly seen hope.
Change doesn’t happen overnight. But as long as there is hope, that’s the best answer for him.
“Even if we might not see each other in the future, knowing they are well is enough. At least, my choice was right,” he murmured.
Hearing this, Angel raised an eyebrow, “Nothing is absolute in this world. Maybe you will have a chance to meet again soon.”
For instance, in a dream.
Angel didn’t voice that thought, but he believed that if the Wilderness of Dreams was opened in the future, there might be a chance for his tribe to reunite.
Listening to this, he took it as Angel’s consolation and replied with a soft smile, “Let’s hope so.”
After walking in the narrow corridor for a while, with countless twists and turns, Angel finally saw the end of the path.
Upon seeing the scene before him, surprise flashed in Angel’s eyes.
Within a vast interior space, stalactites hung upside down from the ceiling, glowing like daylight, illuminating the floor covered in luminescent green grass. Amidst the unusual and exotic flora, there’s a clear lake with shimmering ripples.
What’s truly astonishing is that at the center of the lake stands a towering wizard tower! Or, to be precise, a Soul Wizard Tower, dedicated to pacifying souls.
It’s eerily similar to the Tower of Souls that Angel saw in Nisi’s Soul Valley. Both towers were made from Soul Soothing Stones. Yet, the difference was that there was not a single soul present here.
Though devoid of souls, the place was filled with waves of soul energy. In the realm beyond the naked eye, at the heart of the Living Soul Garden lies——the Soul Source. Located at the peak of the Sacred Mountain, it constantly radiates a unique wave of soul energy.
“Lady Isabelle awaits inside the tower,” Baise pointed towards the distant wizard tower, halting his steps.
Angel nodded and ventured into this wondrous space.
From the outside, he hadn’t noticed, but stepping onto the glowing grass, Angel realized that the grass here seemed to be a variant of the Soul Guiding Grass. Walking on it gave a feeling of utter tranquility to the soul.
Even Angel, whose soul was inherently calm, felt an enveloping sense of serene comfort here.
Not just the luminescent grass, but the peculiar-looking flowers also had beneficial effects on the soul. Even the radiant lake water was pure Soul Cleansing Water, capable of purifying impurities from the soul.
Angel walked along a pleasant path, crossing a wooden bridge to reach the wizard tower in the middle of the lake.
As he approached, the grand doors of the wizard tower opened automatically.
As Angel stepped in, he walked through a corridor adorned with statues and murals, eventually arriving at a grand hall where a graceful melody played.
Upon entering the hall, the first thing Angel noticed was two glass orbs floating above. Inside the orbs were the Infant Spirits Angel had previously entrusted to Isabelle. They still emitted the aura of ghosts, but instead of showing their turbulent side, they remained calm, motionless within their orbs.
Next, Angel saw Isabelle sitting on a couch, engrossed in reading a grey-colored book.
As she noticed Angel’s arrival, Isabelle put down her book and gestured for him to sit across from her.
“In such a short time, you’ve made significant progress, far beyond my expectations,” Isabelle remarked, observing Angel for a moment before speaking.
“I never thought I’d advance in Black Castle either,” Angel replied.
“Was it because of the Heavenly Coeur Wind?” Isabelle had discussed with Kimberly that perhaps the main reason for Angel’s rapid progression was the Heavenly Coeur Wind released by Frost.
“Yes,” Angel didn’t see a reason to hide it and added, “If it weren’t for the Heavenly Coeur Wind, I might have waited a bit longer… At least I wouldn’t have advanced in Black Castle.”
A sentiment of “fate and timing” flashed across Isabelle’s eyes.
“Anyway,” Angel said, “May I ask why you summoned me, Lady Isabelle?”
Chapter 1453 Return to the Garden <TOC> Chapter 1455 Moriah’s Story