Chapter 555 Turning Illusion into Reality <TOC> Chapter 557 The So-Called Test
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After a moment of trance.
Accompanied by a familiar tingling sensation, the surrounding scenery dispersed like shattered fragments; a new background, a new time flow, was rapidly being constructed.
It was like a chick breaking out of its shell, beginning a new life.
The environment changed from that cramped wood cabin to a study filled with a faint scent of sandalwood.
Upon settling, Sanders sensed the familiar primordial magical environment before opening his eyes.
The first thing he did upon opening his eyes was to look at Angel beside him. He wanted to confirm immediately if Angel had brought any items from the Nightmare Plane into the Wizarding World.
Angel’s soul seemed to be still merging with his body and did not open his eyes right away. But that didn’t matter, because Sanders had already seen what he had in his hands.
The illusion was slowly forming, gradually being filled with mysterious energy from its initial light and shadow, eventually turning into a solid form.
Even Sanders couldn’t fully understand the mysteries of this method of turning illusion into reality, but just watching seemed to grant him some insight into the secrets of the change between illusion and reality.
Soon, almost all of the items on Angel had materialized.
With a single glance, Sanders swept over all of the items on Angel, from mundane items to magical plants, to the Blood Vine Skeleton Woman’s corpse, to a barrel of residual liquid from the water demon. The more Sanders looked, the brighter his eyes became.
Angel had actually brought all the items out!
“I didn’t expect your Nightmare Soul level to be so high…” Sanders couldn’t describe his surprise and delight. Since Angel could bring items from the Nightmare Plane, it meant that the whole Nightmare Plane could become their treasure trove in the future. However, this was contingent on Angel’s strength keeping up and their ability to survive in the Nightmare Plane.
The items Angel brought out this time were extremely valuable.
In particular, the Blood Vine Skeleton Woman’s corpse in Angel’s hand was a wizard-level monster!
In the Southern Region, wizard-level monsters were currently few and far between. Each time a wizard-level monster appeared, it almost always attracted the pursuit of wizards. This was because their bodies were full of treasures. Killing a wizard-level monster and selling its materials alone would fetch an initial price of six figures or more, let alone core items such as bloodlines and souls.
It could be said that a complete wizard-level monster’s remains with a soul had an average estimated value of over a million.
And in the Nightmare Plane, there were wizard-level monsters everywhere. Just by killing these wizard-level monsters, the benefits they would gain far exceeded their imagination. However, not every area of the Nightmare Plane was as peaceful as Witch Town, where monsters could be easily hunted.
The Nightmare Plane, the same border region as the Black Castle, was a place where even legendary level creatures and even those beyond legendary level could be found.
Therefore, if they wanted to establish themselves in the Nightmare Plane, they needed a long-term plan.
Furthermore, what Sanders valued was not these wizard-level creatures, but rather the knowledge that could improve their foundation, such as the —Singularity Scatter Meditation Method— found in the Nightmare Plane, as well as… Mysterious Objects.
He hadn’t forgotten that the instrument held by the fox harpist he encountered in Shadow Demon Castle was a Mysterious Object.
That fox harpist was merely a wizard-level creature, which showed how profound the foundation of the Nightmare Plane was.
Now, they were like frogs at the bottom of a well on the periphery of the Nightmare Plane, and the view they had of the Nightmare Plane was just a drop in the ocean.
To achieve their goals and explore deeper secrets of the Nightmare Plane, both Angel and Sanders needed to be strong enough to keep up.
It should be known that in the Nightmare Plane, the legendary level was just the lowest threshold.
…
While Sanders was daydreaming about a bright future, Angel finally opened his eyes, but the color of his eyes was not the normal black and white, but a bewitching blood red.
“It hurts so much,” Angel screamed in pain, the intense pain unbearable, causing him to kneel down.
Blood was dripping from all the pores of his body, and within two or three seconds, a puddle of filthy blood appeared on the ground.
A brilliant light flashed in Sanders’ eyes as he used his True Sight Eye to see through Angel’s internal condition.
When he saw the changes in Angel’s body, Sanders’ expression became somewhat strange.
What caused Angel’s current situation was that… his right hand, which he had brought back from the Nightmare Plane.
With the naked eye, it could be seen that Angel’s right hand was slowly enlarging, and the overall length of the bones was an entire joint longer than his left hand!
Under the effect of the True Sight Eye, Sanders saw it more clearly. Bone growth, nerves and tendons breaking and reforming, these were just the changes happening to the right hand… What was even stranger was that as the right hand changed, a strange bloodline emerged from his “newborn right hand,” permeating his entire body.
It was because of this bloodline integration that Angel experienced the condition of filthy blood being expelled from his entire body.
Soon, the filthy blood was drained, and Angel’s pain gradually decreased, finally curling up in the pool of blood.
In Sanders’ eyes, however, that bloodline began to separate and finally merged into Angel’s bloodline…
“Is this… bloodline fusion?” Sanders frowned.
There were three steps to bloodline injection: the first was to integrate the bloodline, the second was to assimilate the bloodline, and the third was bloodline fusion.
Angel’s current situation was very much like bloodline fusion.
But it seems that something is not right… because the fusion of bloodlines will produce small-scale Omen Signs, like a “Gourmet Mirage,” which traces the bloodlines back to their origins, revealing ancient images.
Moreover, the common opinion in the Wizarding World is that no matter which type of bloodline is to be used on a wizard, it needs to be purified and combined with auxiliary materials to increase the success rate.
However, the bloodline that gushed out from the “newborn right hand” directly merged into Angel’s body without going through any steps, smoothly entering the final step of bloodline fusion.
This means that success is only a matter of time.
But what Sanders couldn’t understand was why there were no Omen Signs even during the bloodline fusion?
Moreover, Sanders saw clearly that after the bloodline separated, it directly penetrated into Angel’s limbs and body, but it did not try to change the original bloodline, but directly enhanced the quality of Angel’s own bloodline.
That is to say, this bloodline from the right hand is like bloodline fusion, but it did not give Angel any mutations, and purely improved Angel’s bloodline quality.
Even without testing, Sanders could feel that this bloodline merged into Angel, with a fusion rate of over 95%.
This extraordinary compatibility and unobstructed bloodline fusion… gave Sanders an illusion, as if it was his own bloodline merging into himself.
Only the same bloodline can be fused so smoothly and without rejection.
“Perhaps the long-haired person who gave Angel the right hand… really is Angel’s projection in the Nightmare Plane,” Sanders speculated in his heart. Only this assumption could lead to an absolute bloodline fusion because, in essence, the projection in the Nightmare Plane and Angel are actually of the same origin.
After a while, the bloodline fusion was successfully completed without any surprises.
There were no waves, and no Omen Signs appeared.
Most importantly, Angel’s appearance did not change at all.
Others who fused with bloodlines would change some characteristics to varying degrees, such as growing horns, wings, or even like Hookedick, whose gender became ambiguous after injecting the Enchanter bloodline.
Even Sanders himself, who injected the nightmare bloodline, because this Black Gold Nightmare came from the Nightmare Plane and was very compatible with his nightmare body, had a high fusion rate of over 80%. However, even so, when in his normal state, there were sharp bone spurs on his spine, but they usually shrank under his skin and were invisible under his clothes. Once his bloodline manifested, even if it was not in its complete form, his whole body would turn into a state of burning black fire, with bone spurs and sharp spikes appearing, making him unrecognizable as a human.
Looking at Angel curled up in the pool of blood, Sanders really wanted to dissect him and see what was going on. Even if not a Karabit, most wizards have experience in human anatomy for the sake of knowledge and truth, and he was no exception.
However, in the end, Sanders restrained his impulse, knowing the importance of Angel, so he could think about it, but he couldn’t bear to actually do it.
“Wake up,” Sanders casually cast a healing spell on Angel.
In the powerful life energy, Angel’s complexion gradually became rosy, and his lips returned from pale to normal.
Angel slowly opened his eyes, and his whole body was still in some pain, but he didn’t care about the pain in other places and focused his attention on his right hand for the first time.
His right hand had now taken on a formation, becoming the same as it was in the Nightmare Plane.
It was bigger than his left hand.
Aside from the floating green runes, each of his right fingers was filled with artistic beauty, like the hand of a famous pianist. Moreover, it was so white that it was as smooth as jade, without a single flaw.
It could be said that this was a hand that any girl would envy.
But no matter how good it looked, it wasn’t his own hand.
Angel originally thought that returning to the Wizarding World, there was a certain chance that he could change his hand back, but he was once again hit by the harsh reality.
At the same time as being sad, Angel suddenly thought of his own soul.
During his time in the Nightmare Plane, when his right hand became a physical entity, he didn’t know what his soul’s right hand looked like. Now that he’s back in reality, this problem has arisen again.
What would his right hand look like after his soul leaves his body? Or would it be like the “chicken claw” and return to his original hand?
With an inquisitive mindset, he even forgot that Sanders was still by his side, and directly recited the Mysterious Soul Whisper, and his soul immediately drilled out of his flesh.
When he saw his own chubby hands in his soul, Angel almost cried with joy… if his soul could cry.
Fortunately, only his flesh had changed, and his soul remained steadfast and unchanged.
As Angel rejoiced and celebrated the steadfastness of his own soul, Sanders sat back at his desk and said indifferently: “Although your soul has not changed, your flesh has not only changed in your right hand, take a closer look.”
Angel was stunned, and his gaze moved from his right hand to the body in the pool of blood.
Chapter 555 Turning Illusion into Reality <TOC> Chapter 557 The So-Called Test