Chapter 1921 Dawn of Star Observing <TOC> Chapter 1923 Mystery of the Armor
Translator: SumTLMan
After Angel returned to reality from the Wilderness of Dreams, he arrived at the entrance of the ruins.
Soon, a shadow appeared in the sky, accompanied by a rustling sound. A handsome nobleman wearing a short hat and holding a short staff descended from above.
“Mentor,” Angel respectfully called out.
The newcomer was Sanders. He nodded at Angel, casually removed his cloak, and tucked it into the sleeve button. Then, turning his head, his gaze finally settled on a spot to the right of the ruins’ entrance.
To the naked eye, there was nothing unusual there. However, in Sanders’ vision, faint traces of an illusion could be detected.
“The illusion node is well hidden,” Sanders casually remarked. With a flick of his finger, a completely reverse illusion node surged into that calm area.
A distortion in space occurred, and where there was previously nothing, a lush tree suddenly appeared.
Angel watched Sanders’ actions with surprise in his eyes. It wasn’t unexpected for Angel that Sanders could detect the hidden illusion, as Sanders was a true master of illusions.
What truly astonished Angel was Sanders’ ability to analyze the illusion node in reverse without triggering Angel’s illusionary counterattack, then concealing the original node. This level of skill truly astounded Angel.
Although Tree Spirit’s avatar had appeared, Angel’s illusion had not been broken; it was merely overshadowed by Sanders’ more powerful illusion.
Angel could discern Sanders’ detailed manipulation of the illusion node, but with his current understanding of illusions, he was utterly unable to imitate it.
Indeed, a master of illusions is a master of illusions afterall.
Angel deeply reflected in his heart, realizing how far he was from reaching Sanders’ level.
“Is this Tree Spirit’s avatar?” Sanders asked, although his tone carried a certainty. He walked over to Tree Spirit’s avatar, and with his left hand clad in a white silk glove, gently touched the trunk.
The tranquil tree, upon Sanders’ touch, emitted a radiant green glow from its interior.
The lush leaves also swayed without any wind.
Seeing the tree’s response, Sanders withdrew his hand and stepped back. As he moved away, a figure shrouded in green light emerged from the tree.
“Lord Tree Spirit,” Angel softly called out to the newcomer.
The green light lingered on the figure for a while before slowly fading, revealing the true form of Tree Spirit. As usual, apart from the key areas, the rest of his appearance was a wild, nature-embracing image.
Upon his appearance, Tree Spirit let out a long sigh and then, full of emotion, said to Sanders, “I’m glad you came to find me. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have known what excuse to use to get away.”
Sanders didn’t ask what Tree Spirit meant by this. He knew that, given Tree Spirit’s personality, if you don’t ask, he’ll start talking about it on his own.
Sure enough, the next second, Tree Spirit began to ramble: “Liana came to see me again. Last time, I suggested Witch Ulyria’s Watchfield as a spot for her tea party. She liked the place as a potential base but still wants me to create an internal space for more private gatherings…”
“Even though last time, Nian Yesevei proposed that if a more suitable place was found, I wouldn’t have to create a space. Now, despite having one, she’s still asking for more!”
“The worst part is, I can’t refuse,” lamented Tree Spirit with a sorrowful face. “Rhine is also insisting that I cooperate with her.”
“Thank goodness you came to find me, or else I would have been forced by her aggressive demeanor to submit to a humiliating demand.”
After listening, Sanders fell silent for a moment: “Witch Ulyria’s Watchfield, I remember that’s the private area you were asked to take care of by Witch Ulyria before she left the Southern Region two thousand years ago. Have you opened it to Liana?”
Tree Spirit’s expression stiffened, a look of embarrassment flashing across his face as he averted his gaze: “I… I just opened the outskirts.”
“Because the inner area has mechanisms set by Witch Ulyria, you could only open the outskirts,” Sanders pointed out the situation without any reservation.
Tree Spirit, looking rather pitiful, said: “It’s just that, I have nowhere else.”
Sanders shook his head, offering no further comment. Although Tree Spirit can be a bit exaggerated, he’s not entirely untrustworthy. Since he has opened Witch Ulyria’s Watchfield, it must be within the allowances of Witch Ulyria herself.
After all, Witch Ulyria is a powerful witch who left two thousand years ago, and since Sanders doesn’t know much about it, he chose not to comment further.
On the other hand, Angel was already accustomed to Tree Spirit’s complaints, or rather, all the male wizards of the Savage Grottoes were used to it. Since the witches were all on Liana’s side, Tree Spirit could only seek sympathy from the other male wizards by sharing his woes to gain empathy points.
However, Angel also sympathized with Tree Spirit’s plight. After all, previously Liana only asked Tree Spirit to carve out a private space inside the Eternal Tree, and now he had lost Witch Ulyria’s Watchfield as well. It must be said, Tree Spirit is quite pitiable.
While Tree Spirit was still droning on about his grievances, a wind carrying bits of frost blew from a distance.
Tree Spirit suddenly stopped talking, and both Angel and Sanders turned their heads to look in the direction from which the wind was blowing.
On the vast, white plain, an elderly figure with a stately posture was seen approaching them.
His every step seemed to tread on the rhythm of the wind, with each landing causing ripples in the air. Despite appearing slow and graceful, the newcomer was approaching at an exaggerated speed.
“There are no energy fluctuations; this is purely the Sequence of Wind…” Angel muttered softly.
The newcomer’s movements, as if stepping on the nodes of the wind, reminded Angel of the Sequence of Wind.
Like the “Rhythm of Water” and the “Nature Change of Fire,” the Sequence of Wind is a manifestation of the tidal and cyclical nature of an element.
“Lord Rhine’s understanding of the Sequence of Wind is deeper than that of most elemental wizards of his level,” Sanders said softly.
The person approaching was indeed Lord Rhine.
Angel nodded in agreement with Sanders’ statement. Having gained some insights into the Sequence of Wind from Fafnir, Angel could see that Lord Rhine’s understanding of it was profoundly deep. He didn’t use any energy but simply his understanding of the wind to exude such a formidable aura, which was telling.
However, if Lord Rhine were compared to Fafnir… he would still fall short. After all, Fafnir is an Abyssal Wind Dragon, whose mastery of wind magic alone has reached the pinnacle just below legendary. Naturally, Rhine couldn’t surpass her.
As they conversed in hushed tones, Rhine had already reached the entrance to the ruins.
“Lord Rhine,” Sanders said, removing his hat and giving a half-bow.
Angel also bowed in respect.
Rhine smiled and nodded, then turned his gaze to Sanders: “I didn’t expect you to be here. It’s good. Later, you and your disciple should join me to take a look at the ruins.”
The ruins Rhine referred to were, of course, the ones he had suppressed.
Sanders responded, “We’ll see after the Star Observing Day ends and then decide based on the outcome.”
Rhine nodded: “Yes, the matter of the ruins is also being investigated by the Song of the Deep Sea. It’s uncertain what results it will yield.”
Chapter 1921 Dawn of Star Observing <TOC> Chapter 1923 Mystery of the Armor