Chapter 2477 A Golden Meteor <TOC> Chapter 2479 The Black Chamber
Translator: SumTLMan
The transformation of reality and illusion? The deep nuances of presence?
No, none of these captured Angel’s attention. At this moment, his entire being was preoccupied with the space information that was emanating.
As the golden blood transitioned from illusion to reality, a vast, almost constructed amount of space information burst forth.
These had no lethal power, but the space information displayed was unprecedentedly profound.
Profound yet not complicated, it resembled an entity stripped of its superficial shell, revealing only the most fundamental and essential structure of space.
Such vast, profound, and comprehensive space information was laid bare in front of Angel.
And it was incredibly close to Angel.
Almost instantly, Angel discarded all other thoughts, what golden blood, what surging presence, what false reality, none were as beautiful as this basic space information.
Angel was intoxicated, immersed in this information.
And this space information, which should have been fleeting, seemed to sense Angel’s gaze and leapt forth from the brink of disappearance once more.
Everything in sight was like a master class in space, offered by a sage deeply versed in the subject, presenting the most essential space information in a way that broke through all limitations.
This process lasted for a full two minutes.
Two minutes might seem short, but in reality, many essential truths are born in a moment. If essence is likened to a hurdle, crossing it only requires one step, and that step a moment, but the accumulation of time is vast, spanning years, even decades.
In these two minutes, the thought of breaking free could revolve thousands, tens of thousands of times.
To speak of the most obvious gain——
Angel had been studying the mirror wraith’s mirror space for a long time without significant breakthroughs. But now, within these two minutes, he gained enough information to reverse-engineer the mirror space.
To reverse-engineer any ability requires a profoundly deep foundation. Especially with something like a mirror space, where one must be adept in illusions and also possess a foundation in the understanding of space; Angel’s weakness in space knowledge had previously hindered progress, but now, it was as if he’d won a “space information jackpot,” his mind filled with vast amounts of the most fundamental and essential space information, significantly enriching his foundational knowledge.
Although, to fully assimilate this into his own foundation required time, the high mountain of knowledge was now hidden within his mind. With a brush in hand for a sketch, could it still be difficult?
When Angel emerged from his reverie, he remained stunned for a long time.
He was both savoring the moment and pondering in wonder.
He was puzzled by two things. First, the very Essence of Space information was displayed so closely and for such a long time. Was this a trick played by the spotted puppy? It must be, right?
Normally, a conversion between reality and illusion wouldn’t reveal such a terrifying amount of space information, let alone stay for two full minutes, giving Angel, a beginner in space magic, enough time to comprehend it.
Therefore, Angel believes this was actually a boon given by the spotted puppy, just like the first time he was swallowed by the spotted puppy, he grasped the concept of illusory mysterious objects.
Secondly, Angel was a bit concerned that digesting this essential space information seemed easier than expected. Why is that?
It’s known that among the three major branches, cross-disciplinary practice in the mysterious branch is the most difficult. And within the mysterious branch, practicing space abilities is notoriously challenging.
Other wizards practice space abilities by taking shortcuts, like practicing shape-shifting magic through transplanting the skin of a morphing softworm, all similar endeavors, or using tools and casting materials to proceed smoothly.
To truly study space abilities, the difficulty is immense. But Angel was different; when he studied the mirror space, he found that his speed in studying space abilities was not slow.
At that time, he thought it was because of the Gateway of Fantasy as a foundation that he had such speed.
But now, after digesting this essential space information and having a certain foundation in space knowledge, he realized that his speed in studying space was actually very abnormal.
Although he hasn’t reached the research speed of those with a natural talent for space, it feels like he’s not far off.
Could it be that, aside from his talent in illusion, he also has a talent for space?
That shouldn’t be possible, as the talent tests didn’t reveal any space talent.
Angel couldn’t figure it out, but in the end, he simply attributed it to the talent of his Nightmare Soul. On his path of cultivation, he’s increasingly using nightmare abilities, and his right hand, right forearm, and right eye have fused with Shava… Perhaps, various reasons have contributed to his understanding of space.
Anyway, this is a good thing for him.
Combining illusions with space, the effects that can be achieved are unimaginably powerful.
The flow of his thoughts was very fast. Despite thinking so much, he actually pondered for only two or three seconds, and after pondering, he put aside all sorts of puzzles and doubts in his mind.
It’s not that he decided not to delve into those questions, but rather that there were more pressing matters in reality.
The golden blood has completely turned real!
Angel was engrossed in the space information earlier and didn’t pay much attention to it, but from the current situation, this golden blood is actually the key.
It is very likely the blood of the Time Thief!
A blood of transcendence that might have been shed by a being close to a Miracle.
Even though Angel currently does not know its use, he can be very sure, it must be extremely precious.
Since this drop of golden blood has materialized in front of him, and moreover, is now suspended not far in front of Angel, it seems, this is also a benefit sent to him by the spotted puppy.
Indeed, it’s my good dog. Angel praises in his heart, then steps forward, ready to receive this belated goodwill.
While moving forward, Angel is also pondering, what container should be used to hold this drop of blood?
A Gral narrow-mouth bottle? This is a vessel specifically used for carrying bloodlines, most bloodlines would choose this type of bottle.
A Bennet pointed-mouth bottle? This is a vessel used for carrying some special bloodlines, like magical creature bloodlines, almost all use this kind of bottle.
Or perhaps, a chain-type potion bottle? This type of potion bottle has a stronger explosion resistance than the Bennet pointed-mouth bottle, and can also maintain the true nature of energy, long-term preservation without the loss of medicinal properties.
Various bottles flash through Angel’s mind, ultimately, he chooses the chain-type potion bottle.
This bottle is the highest-rank bottle he carries, if this bottle cannot contain it, then he could only… give up? Impossible, he would refine a higher-end bottle on the spot.
Angel has not approached the golden blood yet, just felt that terrifying yet surging energy.
Indeed worthy of being the Time Thief, even a drop of blood is so strong.
After admiring, Angel added another sentence: But now, it’s mine!
Happily taking out the chain-type potion bottle, Angel aims at the golden blood, and gently inhales.
No response.
Angel tried again, still no response.
“Could it be that this potion bottle is broken?” Angel wonders, perceiving the potion bottle, and finds no problem.
Or is it that this drop of golden blood cannot be contained in a potion bottle?
Angel thought for a moment, switched to a Bennet pointed-mouth bottle to try, still no response.
“How strange, could it have already solidified into a solid, not a liquid anymore?” Angel, with doubt, created a Magic Hand, deciding to touch the golden blood with the Magic Hand.
But just as the Magic Hand was about to touch the golden blood, Angel stopped.
The Magic Hand was blocked by a layer of soft stuff.
This soft touch feels like jelly, and also somewhat cool. Most importantly, when the Magic Hand touched it, that layer of soft jelly even moved a bit, with a slight resistance, trying to squeeze the Magic Hand away.
“Hmm… this familiar touch.”
Angel squinted his eyes, activating his energy vision——
In the realm of energy, what appeared before his eyes was not merely a drop of golden blood but also a large, plump, and squishy snot monster.
It was Woof Woof, a mutated Void Traveler.
The reason why, previously, he could not collect the golden blood with either a potion bottle or a pointed bottle was that the drop of golden blood had already fallen into Woof Woof’s stomach.
Because Woof Woof’s true form was actually transparent, and since Angel had not activated the energy vision before, it seemed as if the golden blood was suspended in mid-air, when, in fact, it had already been swallowed by him…
…
Minutes later, Angel was sitting cross-legged on a glowing patch of moss in the void.
“When did you get here?” Angel asked Woof Woof with curiosity.
Instead of speaking, Woof Woof looked at Angel and formed a hand shape with its squishy body, pointing at the golden blood inside its stomach, and then gestured to Angel.
“Are you saying that because it’s in your stomach, you can’t talk?”
Woof Woof nodded.
Angel: “Then why don’t you spit it out?”
Woof Woof shook its head vigorously and made a lot of gestures, but Angel couldn’t understand.
Had it been human sign language, he could have guessed and fumbled through it, but since Woof Woof hardly interacted with human civilization and had a background lacking in cultural depth, the sign language it thought it was making was really hard to understand.
Angel could only stare blankly at Woof Woof.
“Forget it, stop gesturing, I’ll ask, you answer. Just nod or shake your head, nod for yes, shake for no.”
Woof Woof understood this time and nodded.
“Were you here when I arrived?”
“Do you know whose golden blood this is?”
“Is it useful to you?”
“Was this drop of golden blood given to you by the spotted puppy?”
As Angel asked his questions one by one, he roughly understood that Woof Woof had appeared when the golden blood had transformed from illusion to reality. The drop of blood might be useful to it, or it might not, and it wasn’t meant to be given to it by the spotted puppy.
In other words, this drop of blood might still be a boon given to Angel by the spotted puppy.
As for why Woof Woof swallowed it, Angel used various indirect questions to probe for the correct answer.
The more he asked, the more confused Angel became.
“Is it that you can’t talk because you are digesting the golden blood?” Angel asked again.
This time, however, Woof Woof shook its head.
Angel’s eyes brightened: “Then when can you talk?”
This question is not a simple “yes or no” question, but Woof Woof thought seriously for a moment and, in front of Angel, used its body to create an hourglass.
Above the hourglass was liquid, dropping down drop by drop.
Angel immediately understood that Woof Woof was using this method to tell him the time it could speak.
“About ten hours?” Angel calculated and felt that this amount of time wasn’t too long, so he decided to wait. It was a good opportunity for him to digest the space information he had received earlier.
Thus, Angel and Woof Woof sat on the glowing moss, waiting for the hourglass to run out.
Ten hours later, Angel lifted his head to look at Woof Woof.
What he saw astonished him.
Because Woof Woof had turned into… Golden Woof Woof.
Literally, “golden” Woof Woof.
Before, Woof Woof was purely transparent, invisible to the naked eye, but now, Woof Woof was covered in a golden shell, looking exactly like a statue of a round gold snail.
This golden color was exactly from the golden blood.
That vast, surging aura was identical.
“Did you digest the blood of the Time Thief?” Angel asked in astonishment.
Woof Woof: “No, I just re-hid it in the high sky.”
High sky? Angel looked at Woof Woof puzzled.
After a long conversation and explanation, Angel came to understand that the “high sky” Woof Woof spoke of was actually non-dimensional, similar to the high-dimensional passage they had traveled through when they first undertook void traversal.
Woof Woof’s body contained such a space that didn’t belong to this dimension. ——Angel was initially surprised to learn of this secret within Woof Woof, but upon further thought, he felt somewhat relieved. Human’s mental seas, lands of soul, and mental spaces were essentially similar, only more conceptual, whereas Woof Woof’s was more tangible.
“I have named that space within me ‘high sky.'”
It had hidden the golden blood in the high sky, which allowed it now to speak. Otherwise, the immense energy of the golden blood would have obstructed all mental expressions.
“Is this ‘high sky’ unique to you, or do all Void Travelers have it?” Angel asked curiously.
“My kind all have their own high skies, but theirs are different from mine. How exactly they are different, I cannot explain,” Woof Woof said, looking troubled.
Angel could roughly understand that Woof Woof was a special existence among Void Travelers. Its void traversals were high-dimensional strolls, which was telling. So, it was normal for its “high sky” to be special.
“All my abilities come from within the high sky.”
Because of this, when the golden blood entered the “high sky,” it could simply utilize a bit of the golden blood, like releasing the surging terrifying aura of the golden blood to scare other ignorant beings, but the side effect was becoming “Golden Woof Woof.”
After gaining a rough understanding of the golden blood and Woof Woof’s situation, Angel then said, “Tell me, what did you experience after being swallowed by the spotted puppy? And when did you come here, and why did you swallow this drop of golden blood?”
Chapter 2477 A Golden Meteor <TOC> Chapter 2479 The Black Chamber