Translator: SumTLMan
Angel now understood that Nemeti’s sudden retreat 600 years ago was not due to Feng’s guidance, but because Nemeti felt that the opportunity for breakthrough was in someone else’s hands, which was hard for her to accept.
From this perspective, Nemeti is indeed a snake with high aspirations.
However, is the so-called opportunity for breakthrough really “in someone else’s hands”? Actually, this might not be the case, because Angel was quite sure that he could not provide Nemeti with guidance or much help. Perhaps Nemeti’s opportunity for breakthrough was not about Angel himself, but rather the timing of Angel’s arrival.
If that’s the case, Nemeti’s opportunity for breakthrough is not dependent on others, but is still in her own hands.
Angel shared his thoughts.
Nemeti, however, silently shook her head without responding, instead slowly raising her head to continue gazing at the vast expanse of stars.
Angel could clearly see a hint of sadness in Nemeti’s brilliant golden eyes, the unwillingness had not faded, only hidden deep within.
After a long time, Nemeti finally lowered her head, breaking the silence in the air: “As for my affairs, since the chapter of destiny has already determined the outcome, I will just wait and see how it unfolds. Now, let’s talk about you.”
“Me?”
“Yes, you.”
After pondering for a moment, Angel gave a brief introduction of himself. Then, he prepared to show Nemeti the content of the trilogy to convey his intentions. Since he no longer had the actual Drama Shadow Boxes of the trilogy, he simply used illusion to present the content of the trilogy.
After watching the trilogy, Nemeti didn’t say much, but Parlysania on the side was the first to express anger.
“Humans not only want to occupy the Tidal Realm but also wish to enslave elemental sprites? This is absolutely unacceptable, I disagree!”
Angel did not respond but instead looked at Nemeti, wanting to see her opinion.
Nemeti’s gaze was unfluctuating, and she simply said, “Do as you say, I will not stop you.”
“Highness!” Parlysania looked at Nemeti with a puzzled face.
Nemeti hissed and flicked her tongue, turning her head to look at Parlysania: “You strongly oppose? So, do you want the creatures of the Tidal Realm to start an all-out war with human wizards?”
Parlysania paused for a moment, swaying slightly: “I didn’t mean war, why can’t we maintain the current situation?”
Nemeti said, “Mr. Feng mentioned a long time ago that it’s inevitable, humans entering the Tidal Realm is a matter of time, a destiny written into history 3,000 years ago. The creatures of the Tidal Realm have few choices, only resistance or integration.”
Seeing Parlysania still unconvinced, Nemeti calmly said, “Of course, there are other choices, but the premise is to possess a brilliance like the stars in strength.”
Parlysania stood still, silent for a long time.
Nemeti then turned to Angel: “Aside from these trivial matters, you must have more to say, right? Such as, the treasure.”
Angel did not deny it and nodded, saying, “Yes, I am also interested in the treasure. I want to know what exactly is the treasure Mr. Feng mentioned.”
Nemeti replied, “What the treasure is, I do not know either. However, Mr. Feng once mentioned that the treasure is a form of reward.”
“A reward?” Angel was somewhat puzzled by this notion.
“Mr. Feng did not explain further,” Nemeti said calmly. “But what I can be sure of is that the treasure is something he was reluctant to part with but had to leave behind.”
Being reluctant to part with it means that, in Feng’s eyes, these treasures were also very precious.
Angel recalled the time at the Marlaya Mountain when Frost Iseth also mentioned that Feng had been pained for a long time after placing the treasures there. Until he left the Tidal Realm, he couldn’t help but look back at the place where the treasures were.
Angel grew curious as well, wondering what kind of treasure would be so significant to Feng.
“Highness Frost once told me that the treasure is located in the void corresponding to the center of the world. Do you know what this refers to?” Angel inquired.
“If you want to know where the treasure is, then come with me,” Nemeti said.
After Nemeti spoke, she gently tapped the ground with her slender snake tail, and a giant green vine sprouted from the ground.
The vine swiftly ascended into the sky, eventually reaching above the clouds and blooming a beautiful flower at its top.
When the vine stopped growing, Nemeti leisurely stepped onto the vine’s leaves.
Nemeti signaled Angel with her eyes to follow.
Angel did not immediately move but glanced at Parlysania. After Nemeti mentioned the concept of “choice,” it had fallen into deep thought.
“Pay it no mind,” Nemeti said.
Angel did not want to bother with Parlysania, but since they had already made a promise, and Parlysania being left alone here could not withstand the pressure.
Angel explained the situation, and Nemeti looked deeply at Angel without saying anything. Instead, she wielded the power of nature to form a protective ring of flying flowers around Parlysania.
With the protective ring, Parlysania would no longer be affected by the pressure.
After doing all this, Angel nodded gently to Parlysania, who had regained its senses, and then stepped onto the vine’s leaves.
Under Parlysania’s complex gaze, the leaf, like an elevator, slowly rose from the bottom, continuously surpassing the straight distance, and eventually reached above the clouds.
At the highest point of the vine, what Angel saw from below was a beautiful flower.
But upon arriving there, it was discovered that it was not a single flower but countless flowers gathered together. Although these flowers grew on the vine, they were surrounded by swirling mists, resembling a sea of flowers above the clouds, which felt somewhat dreamlike.
Nemeti glided between the flowers and clouds, eventually leading Angel to a room made of fine vines.
The vine-covered room was not tightly sealed, with numerous gaps allowing the star and moonlight to penetrate, casting a silvery grey over the floor. The high winds also took the opportunity to whistle through the gaps, causing Angel’s robe to flutter in the wind.
The vine-covered room was small, merely five meters square, and devoid of any furnishings except for——the vines and a single painting hung at the far end.
The painting depicted a golden-eyed green snake gazing up at the starry sky.
Judging from the myriad of flowers blooming beneath the snake, there was no doubt that this snake was Nemeti. And it was clear, without guessing, that the only one who could have painted this was Feng.
Angel had initially thought that Nemeti was taking him to the top of the vines to set off into the void beyond in search of a treasure. However, to his surprise, Nemeti brought him to see Feng’s painting.
Could it be that there was something peculiar about Feng’s painting?
Just like the painting in the Fire Domain, did it hide a mini passage?
Angel instinctively wanted to approach the painting to uncover its secrets, but just as he neared it, Nemeti’s cool voice rang in his ears.
“If you don’t want to be torn apart by a Void Storm, it’s best not to touch the painting now.”
Angel turned his head in confusion towards Nemeti: “A void storm?”
A void storm was not a real storm but a common disaster in the void. Spatial collapses occur sporadically within the void, and once a coordinate collapses, it rapidly spreads, causing other areas to collapse in a chain reaction, hence the name void storm.
Void storms typically occur in the void, where the nature of space within internal worlds is more stable, unlikely to collapse unless disturbed.
Therefore, Angel was puzzled as to why Nemeti mentioned a void storm ahead.
Nemeti slowly explained, “That painting was modified by Mr. Feng six hundred years ago into a spatial passage. Touching it would lead one into the void behind the passage.”
Angel looked at the painting with a flicker of astonishment in his eyes: “This painting is a spatial passage?”
Nemeti replied, “Didn’t you ask where the void corresponding to the center of the world is? Yes, it’s behind the painting.”
“If the spatial passage in the painting leads to the void corresponding to the world’s center, then what’s with the void storm? And how do you know there’s a void storm behind it?” Angel was somewhat puzzled.
Nemeti did not answer Angel’s question but simply stated, “You will know soon enough.”
This wait lasted until the early hours of the morning.
When the moon was high in the sky, and its soft light shone through the gaps in the vine-covered room, Nemeti finally said, “It’s time.”
Without waiting for Angel to ask, Nemeti slithered towards the painting.
Upon reaching the painting, Nemeti did not stop but continued gracefully, colliding headfirst into the painting.
The painting showed no signs of collision; instead, it transformed into ripples on water, creating circles of waves into which Nemeti entered and vanished from sight.
Upon witnessing this, Angel, without hesitation, covertly signaled Eremy to activate the strongest barrier for protection and followed suit by plunging in.
As a sensation of weightlessness enveloped him, Angel disappeared from the vine-covered room, finding himself in a world shrouded in darkness.
In this place, where the sky was unreachable and the ground untouchable, the familiar vibrations in the space allowed Angel to ascertain that he was indeed in the void.
Nearby, Nemeti radiated a faint green glow, resembling a beacon of green light in the darkness, guiding Angel’s direction.
Angel approached Nemeti.
As he drew closer, he heard Nemeti say, “Look over there.”
Following Nemeti’s gaze, Angel peered into the lightless void. Seeing with the naked eye was challenging in such darkness, but perception was not limited to sight alone.
Due to the void’s pure, intangible nature, it wasn’t even necessary to use mental power; one only needed to learn a special method of observation unique to the void. This method allowed one to perceive their surroundings through the feedback of vibrations.
Angel sensed terrifying fluctuations in the direction Nemeti was looking at. The feedback from these vibrations felt like a rampaging storm, threatening to obliterate everything in its path.
This was a void storm!
However, unlike the void storms Angel had encountered before, this one was continuously contracting as if it was subsiding.
Yet, just as this thought crossed his mind, the storm shifted from contracting to expanding.
And it expanded rapidly, with the endless void storm beginning to spread wildly.
“Move back,” Nemeti’s voice sounded.
Without needing Nemeti’s warning, Angel had already retreated with Nemeti to a region the void storm couldn’t reach.
The speed of the void storm’s spread was incredibly fast; by the time Angel stood still, he saw that the location they had previously occupied was now engulfed by the void storm.
This meant that the spatial coordinates of the void corresponding to the passage in the painting were now ravaged by the void storm.