Chapter 1907 The Deep Abyss <TOC> Chapter 1909 The Desk
Translator: SumTLMan
In the dim and lightless interplanar passage, Angel and Sanders were swiftly flying.
Throughout the journey, they remained silent until Sanders confirmed that they had moved far away from the Sin World within the planar passage. Then Angel took the initiative to break the silence.
“I wonder if the Profound Lord has noticed anything unusual about Popoca’s soul.”
Sanders replied, “If the Profound Lord is still interested in the mystery of the demise of the Flameless Lord’s True Spirit, He would have definitely noticed the anomaly in Popoca’s soul immediately. However, Popoca’s spiritual light has already entered the Wilderness of Dreams, and all memory-related information has been erased. It’s impossible for Him to find anything useful from Popoca.”
“Unless,” Sanders continued, “He descends into the Wizarding World, snatches Popoca’s physical body from the territory of the Extreme Sect, and maybe discovers some residual clues.”
However, Sanders believed this possibility to be even lower. A Supreme Demon God like the Profound Lord, if he dared invade the Southern Region, would immediately provoke a Miracle from the Source World.
Even without a Miracle, the World Will would find every means to expel the Profound Lord.
Therefore, it’s almost impossible for the Profound Lord to risk his own fate for such a trivial matter. In other words, at least for now, the Profound Lord is unlikely to obtain any useful information from Popoca.
This also meant that Angel no longer had to worry about being targeted by the Profound Lord.
With this realization, Angel finally breathed a sigh of relief.
His willingness to help Popoca was driven by the fear of attracting the attention of the Profound Lord. The burden that had been weighing on his heart was finally lifted at this moment.
With his mind at ease, Angel finally felt ready to discuss other matters.
“In the Sin World, it’s indeed different from other subsidiary planes. Just a trace of the Demon God’s aura has elicited a response from the World Will. It’s no wonder this place is the headquarters of the Extreme Sect,” Angel remarked thoughtfully.
“Being favored by the World Will is not always a good thing,” Sanders said calmly.
Angel: “Like the Laudsourcians?”
Sanders nodded: “With favor comes a price. The Laudsourcians are a prime example of this, and the Extreme Sect is no different. However, the Extreme Sect is smarter than the Laudsourcians; they understand their place well.”
“They never considered themselves the favored ones, but rather, they became a sword in the hands of the World Will.”
Although the World Will lacks self-thinking, it has certain biases in its laws. For instance, the will of any world absolutely forbids anyone from excessively damaging its realm; it also dislikes the intrusion of otherworldly life into its world.
The Extreme Sect understands these biases of the World Will, so they cater to its preferences, eliminating all otherworldly beings to gain its favor.
This is a classic example of becoming a weapon.
Like a puppet, they strike wherever directed. The World Will dislikes otherworldly life, so they forbid all otherworldly beings from entering the Wizarding World, even going so far as to expand their authority to ban materials from other worlds.
This is why, under the guise of the World Will, the Extreme Sect displays authoritarianism and tyranny, leading most wizards in the Southern Region to dislike them and refuse to associate with them.
Sanders: “Being a weapon has its advantages. As long as the World Will needs this sword, the Extreme Sect will continue to exist.”
Angel: “But what if one day, the World Will no longer needs this sword?”
“The World Will won’t bother with the Extreme Sect if they become unnecessary. But having offended the entire Wizarding World, they shouldn’t expect a comfortable existence.”
“I, for one, would like to witness that day.” Angel, though never directly clashing with the Extreme Sect, naturally disliked their mannerisms. After all, Jon was an otherworldly being.
Sanders shook his head: “I hope not. While I dislike the Extreme Sect, their presence maintains a power balance in the Southern Region. If they truly fall, reestablishing such balance won’t be easy. We might even enter a period of rampant demon chaos.”
What Sanders referred to as ‘rampant demon chaos’ wasn’t just a ‘troubled time’, but an era of chaos dominated by otherworldly beings entering at will, a precedent in the history of the Southern Region’s Wizarding World.
When the era of rampant demon chaos arrives, it’s an apocalyptic scenario for the current generation of humanity.
Perhaps dealing with a tricky issue like Popoca relaxed both Angel and Sanders, allowing them to engage in casual conversations on various topics, their opposing views notwithstanding.
After discussing the Extreme Sect, Sanders returned to their main topic: “Has Popoca entered the Wilderness of Dreams? What’s your plan for him?”
Angel: “I placed him in the Wilderness of Dreams, specifically at Ocean Theatre.”
Sanders raised an eyebrow: “Seems you plan to have him follow Jon?”
Angel nodded: “Yes, he needs some assistants over there.”
Understanding dawned on Sanders: “That makes sense. The establishment of the new city involving Popoca, with his extraordinary experiences, is much more beneficial than others with limited perspectives.”
Sanders, aware of Jon being the designer of the new city and hearing of his involvement in its construction, naturally assumed Popoca’s assistance to Jon was for building the new city.
Angel, without offering an explanation, understood that his original intention was for Popoca to assist Jon in developing the Mother Tree Network. However, Sanders was also correct in stating that Jon would participate in guiding the construction of the new city, where Popoca would likely contribute as well.
When the topic of the new city was raised, Sanders showed a peculiar interest, distinct from other topics.
After all, the new city, primarily designed for the extraordinary, demanded more of Sanders’ attention compared to a mundane city like Initial Heart City. Sanders was acutely aware of the immense benefits that a city of the extraordinary could bring.
Angel also had his thoughts on the construction of the new city. Thus, their conversation on the journey focused on the development and future prospects of the new city.
It wasn’t until a glowing spatial rift appeared in the pitch-black void that their discussion ceased.
“We’re here,” Sanders announced, stepping through the rift first, returning to Windmill Town they had originally departed from.
After Angel emerged from the interstitial space, Sanders headed straight back to the Puppet Hospital. He planned to organize all the information one last time before entering the Wilderness of Dreams to assume his powers.
Angel bid farewell to Sanders and returned to the ruins.
Back in the solitary study, Angel rested momentarily in a chair before releasing from his bracelet a table still illuminated by a lone lamp.
The dim light revealed the objects on the table: a Softworm Nest and a densely written notebook.
This place was where Popoca previously cultivated the Softworms, and the notebook was also personally written by Popoca, detailing his experiences in cultivating them. The ink on it had not yet completely dried, indicating that Popoca had been perfecting this notebook until the very last moment.
Angel casually flipped through it, finding that Popoca had written his cultivation experiences in great detail. Every single detail had been taken into account.
If Angel wished to continue cultivating the Morphing Softworms, he simply had to hand this notebook to any extraordinary individual, even a novice apprentice, who could then methodically complete the entire cultivation process as laid out.
Soon, Angel turned to the last page of the notebook.
This page did not contain cultivation experiences, but rather a message that Popoca had left for Angel.