Chapter 763 Two Thresholds <TOC> Chapter 765 Shadow on the Wheel of Time
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The intense talent detection carried on for three consecutive days, and the curtain fell on the fourth day.
White, who had been hovering outside the New Rosberg Count’s residence, reported two pieces of news to Jiebo at this time.
“Not a single talent appeared?” Jiebo said indifferently to White, “This is normal, which is why the Guide Mission is daunting to any organization.”
Jiebo laughed, “In fact, when I learned that he took on the Guide Mission, I admired him. I’ve never touched this mission because it’s laborious and thankless.”
White curiously asked, “Judging from your tone, sir, you seem to be very familiar with him. Who is he? How come I have never had any impression of him?”
According to White’s understanding of Jiebo, there were very few people he treated in such a manner. Among these limited numbers, White couldn’t find a face corresponding to the apprentice of New Rosberg Count’s residence.
“He concealed his appearance; you can find out who he is yourself.” Jiebo didn’t expose Angel’s identity, not because he wanted to keep it a secret, but purely because of his mischievous nature.
White sighed and told Jiebo the second piece of news: “I received information from a servant in New Rosberg Count’s residence that he left the residence last night, destination unknown, and whether he will return is also unknown.”
“He left?” Jiebo asked doubtfully.
“Yes, I’ve been watching outside but never noticed when he left.” White was disheartened that she couldn’t monitor his actions, but then her expression turned serious and asked cautiously, “Sir, now that his whereabouts are unknown, could he also be involved in…”
Jiebo: “You want to ask if he’s involved in the Lucas affair? I think it’s unlikely, but of course, we can’t rule it out completely.”
Just as Jiebo was about to analyze the reasons, a strange fluctuation suddenly came from the distance.
Jiebo and White exchanged glances and almost simultaneously looked towards the source of the fluctuation.
The source of the fluctuation was near the White Oak Mountain, which was also a high mountain next to the City of Lost Melodies.
Clouds surged, stretching for hundreds of miles, covering the top of White Oak Mountain layer by layer. In the eyes of ordinary people, this was just a rather unusual low rain cloud that happened to envelop the peak of White Oak Mountain.
However, in the eyes of all extraordinary beings, there was an enormous and mysterious energy fluctuation there. Moreover, almost all extraordinary beings would be familiar with this kind of fluctuation.
“Is this… an Alchemy Omen Sign?” White exclaimed, “How could an Alchemy Omen Sign appear here? Did I sense it wrong?”
Jiebo’s eyes sparkled with specks of light, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: “It seems we were wrong again; he didn’t participate in the Lucas affair but went somewhere to craft instead.”
Upon hearing Jiebo’s words, White turned her head abruptly, incredulously asking, “Sir, do you mean… the male apprentice from the New Ross Count’s residence is an alchemist?!”
Jiebo nodded noncommittally.
“But he’s only a third-level apprentice!” White’s heart raced, a name suddenly popping into her mind, “Could it be… could it be… him?”
White looked towards Jiebo, hoping for confirmation. However, Jiebo remained silent, focusing on the Alchemy Omen Sign, recalling the relevant books she had read before, trying to guess which direction Angel’s crafted object might belong to.
Unable to hold back her curiosity, White asked, “Sir, is he a disciple of the Phantom Master?”
Jiebo murmured, “With his current reputation, there’s no need to rely on the title of ‘Disciple of the Phantom Master’.”
Although Jiebo didn’t specify, White was now sure that it was indeed the person she had thought of. The thought of such an alchemist being present made White’s mouth dry, and she wished she had known his identity sooner so she could have tried her best to build a good relationship with him.
Seemingly aware of White’s thoughts, Jiebo whispered with a smile, “If you want to build a good relationship, now is the perfect opportunity.”
During the Omen Sign, alchemists are generally in a vulnerable state and might be immersed in the phenomena. They must overcome it to complete a successful alchemical crafting.
Going over to help at this time could indeed help build a relationship. Of course, it could also backfire if the alchemist felt their personal space was invaded, and it might even lead to enmity; the outcome was fifty-fifty.
White hesitated, wondering whether she should go over.
Jiebo, however, didn’t have such concerns. With a light touch of his slender, fair fingers on his forehead, a tiny unicorn abyssal whale appeared, swimming around his palm and gradually growing larger.
The true form of the unicorn abyssal whale was enormous, but it only grew to about five or six meters before stopping.
Jiebo jumped onto the back of the unicorn abyssal whale, looking at White, “With such an obvious Omen Sign, it would be unreasonable for us not to go if we noticed.”
As he spoke, Jiebo pointed to the dark sky in the distance.
White spread her mental power over her pupils, a flash of brilliance shining in her pale eyes. In the direction of Jiebo’s finger, a figure flew towards White Oak Mountain through the clouds and mist. The figure’s arms appeared to be a pair of black wings.
“It’s the Shadow Goose Woman!” White identified her.
“Let’s go. If the people from Summer Dew Ridge aren’t concerned, why should we be? It’s a rare opportunity, so we might as well take a look,” Jiebo said decisively, enveloping White in a bubble of water and pulling her onto the whale’s back.
Round and round, the whale flew towards White Oak Mountain.
When Jiebo and White arrived at the top of White Oak Mountain, they found that they couldn’t even approach the central position, and even… the “Shadow Goose Woman” Silkvine, who arrived before them, was blocked outside the clouds.
In the dense fog, a massive figure of flame gazed coldly at the people outside.
“Is this the Toby that Helen mentioned?” Silkvine’s expression was puzzled, looking at the half-lion, half-eagle flame beast not far away. Its eyes were crimson, like the embodiment of fury.
“This is the Griffin of Fury,” Jiebo leisurely flew over, “Judging by Miss Silkvine’s words, it seems that you also know its identity. How did you come to know?”
Silkvine had already noticed White and Jiebo behind her and smiled nonchalantly, “There’s no wall in the world that never leaks. There’s always some trace that can lead to the answer, isn’t there?”
Jiebo laughed, unconcerned about Silkvine’s ambiguous reply, and focused on the Griffin of Fury, which appeared and disappeared in the fog.
“It seems that Angel’s protection is very strict, and there’s already reliable defense. Our efforts are redundant.” After saying this, Jiebo shrank the size of the unicorn abyssal whale and landed on the mountainside of White Oak Mountain with White.
Silkvine also glanced at the Griffin of Fury, its powerful deterrent force making her feel somewhat alarmed.
Not to mention the strange flames, the grayish mist around the Griffin alone made her feel fearful. Facing such a colossal beast, Silkvine didn’t think she could defeat it.
Since Jiebo had already taken a step back, Silkvine didn’t hesitate either, transforming into her human form and landing on the mountainside.
The three of them waited on the mountainside of White Oak Mountain for the fog on the mountain top to disperse.
At this moment, Toby, who had transformed into the Griffin, looked back at Angel in the center of the fog. As before, he stood still, not far from him, a cloak floating in mid-air.
The cloak was surrounded by golden runes, its specific appearance unclear, but one could hear the rustling sound as the wind blew it.
Toby’s eyes were filled with worry. This Omen Sign was too strange, and Angel had been immersed in it for almost half an hour. This had never happened in his previous alchemy sessions. Could something be wrong?
As Toby worried, Angel opened his eyes. However, it was not his physical eyes that opened, but in the Omen Sign, Angel, who had been sleeping by the river, finally woke up from his dream.
As Angel awoke, the majestic and surging river in front of him gradually disappeared.
Angel’s eyes still held a trace of bewilderment. Anyone who had experienced such an extraordinary life would feel disoriented.
The story must begin from the start.
In the midst of testing his talents, Angel also took the time to study the Poem of the Void.
After researching for almost half a year, the progress had always been stuck at the last rune. Finally, last night, he inexplicably felt that he should have reached the threshold for crafting. So, after the talent testing ended, Angel found a secluded place to inscribe the Poem of the Void all at once.
The Poem of the Void consists of 15 runes, and at the smallest scale Angel could currently achieve, it still required a square meter. Moreover, to avoid being spied on by prophetic wizards, the Poem of the Void had to be carried close to the body. Thus, he had decided to craft it into a robe. To minimize the margin of error, he opted for a larger cloak instead.
The crafting was successful. When the Poem of the Void was inscribed on the cloak, Angel was almost immediately pulled into the vision space by the Alchemy Omen Sign.
The so-called Omen Sign was actually more of a test for the alchemist, to see if they could withstand the power of this heaven-defying object.
The last time Angel crafted a bracelet with the “Boundless Silence” effect, he entered the vision space. At that time, he found himself in a dark, desolate place. He experienced a lonely journey, and through it, he understood the meaning of “obscurity and concealment” represented by “Boundless Silence.”
With that experience in mind, Angel guessed that after crafting the cloak with the inscribed “Poem of the Void,” he would also enter a vision space corresponding to the spell’s effect. As expected, the first thing he saw when he entered the vision space was the overwhelmingly majestic river that made him feel insignificant and full of might.
When Angel saw this river, a conjecture immediately popped into his mind:
—The River of Destiny.
It was an intuitive insight that made Angel inexplicably convinced that this river should be the River of Destiny, one of the three major schools revered by the prophetic wizards.
The effect of the Poem of the Void itself was to block the probing of prophecy wizards, so the appearance of the River of Destiny in the vision space seemed plausible.
It was called a river only because of its rolling waves, rushing in a predetermined direction.
Whether it was actually water, however, was another story.
After being immersed in the vision space, Angel didn’t know what to do, so he just walked along the riverbank, hoping to find something unusual. But the more he walked, the more exhausted he felt, until he eventually fell into a deep sleep.
After he fell asleep, he inexplicably entered another person’s life.
The protagonist of this unusual life was an eccentric individual who lived in a clock tower.
Chapter 763 Two Thresholds <TOC> Chapter 765 Shadow on the Wheel of Time