Chapter 885 Second Time Coming to the Ruins <TOC> Chapter 887 Arrival at the Semi-Passage
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Translator: SumTLMan
At the forefront of the Abyss.
The Abyss Plane often summons a dreary impression, filled with perpetual darkness, desolation, despair, and savagery. However, many spots within this abyss flourish with life, harmoniously humming with the chirps of birds and blooming flowers. These paradises are so vibrant and rich they could even rival the Elysian Fields within the Bliss Pavilion.
Such as this valley right now, flanked by mountains on three sides and backing onto a clear, bubbling brook.
Vibrant flora blankets this valley, with flowers in full bloom, painting a riot of colors. The abundance of water resources attracts a multitude of Abyss fauna, which have gradually congregated here.
The land’s fertility has lured a group of sentient creatures to establish their home here.
These beings are a race of tail-clad creatures, none more than a meter tall, their bodies cloaked in pink scales. In the Wizarding World, they are colloquially referred to as “Pink Imps.”
The Pink Imps are named so for their dwelling in the Abyss, aligning them with demonic creatures. However, upon closer examination, they are not of the same lineage as demons. In fact, they are pursued by the Abyss demons themselves, leading to their flight from the war-torn barren wastelands deeper in the Abyss, to this comparably tranquil corner of the shallower world.
Their persecution by the Abyss demons in the deeper Abyss is simply a result of the demons’ inherent disposition to destroy anything different. Yet, even in this shallower realm, safety is not guaranteed, as they are under the watchful gaze of outsiders – humans.
Currently, two individuals are levitating above the valley.
One is a handsome man clad in a black suit, donning a tie, white gloves, and holding an exquisite cane.
The other is also a man, though younger, garbed in a white wizard’s robe adorned with green patterns and bordered with red embroidery and gold trim. His countenance is warm and inviting, akin to an erudite scholar from a prestigious academy.
The younger man now bears an expression of lament, “Mentor, it took me quite a while to find my way here. Lord Canter had just brewed Black Charm Tea, and before I could even take a sip, you dragged me out here…”
Black Charm Tea is a special tea plant native to the Abyss Plane. It has a naturally stimulating and addictive taste, yet it retains the elegance of traditional tea, which makes it irresistible to tea enthusiasts.
The gentlemanly figure turns his head, speaking softly, “Would you rather have stayed in the camp, to be shackled onto Samantha’s Frost Moon Ship? Moreover… Dongola has arrived.”
“Dongola?” The young man pauses in surprise, “The Grafting Lunatic? Why is she here?”
To most of the Wizarding World, the name ‘Dongola’ is synonymous with a nightmare. She is notorious for her jealous heart, desiring to destroy anything she internally acknowledges as beautiful.
If what she destroyed was merely natural beauty, it would be a bearable loss. However, more often than not, she ravages her own kind, humans, for example.
Should Dongola find a person’s facial features, or a particular place attractive, she would be inclined to destroy that aspect of beauty. Not only does she demolish other people’s organs, but she also fully exhibits the characteristics of her Karabian heritage, severing the beautiful parts of others and grafting on peculiar organs from various creatures.
Furthermore, her abilities are exceptionally formidable. While she may not be on par with Sanders in terms of combat capability, she shares the same rank as Sanders, both being second-level true knowledge wizards. What’s more, she acts without any reservation, daring to assault even official wizards. Many have experienced the bizarre occurrence of dozing off, only to awaken and discover that part of their body has been replaced.
There was once a supremely beautiful witch who, in her slumber, had her nose severed by Dongola, who then grafted on the nasal organ of a bear-like creature.
On hearing Dongola’s name, a cold sweat trickled down the young man’s back. Although he had stepped onto the path of true knowledge, he was only a novice, incomparable to Dongola.
If Dongola were to take a liking to his perfect features, knowing Dongola’s audacity, she might very well declare an unreserved battle against him.
“Don’t worry, your face likely isn’t to Dongola’s taste. Your only commendable feature is your hair. I fear if you stay in the camp, you might wake up with a head of snake hair the next day.”
“…Am I really that unfortunate?”
“Mentor, it’s been decades, yet it seems your tongue has grown more venomous. No wonder Samantha storms off in a huff every day.”
“Sumesh, you seem quite interested in the moving shattered glass, don’t you?”
The so-called moving shattered glass referred to Samantha.
“Not at all.” Sumesh immediately shook his head. Confronted with Sanders’ icy gaze, he muttered to himself: Iron Armor Granny had said that Sanders’ temper had mellowed significantly in recent years, but it didn’t seem to have changed at all.
The gentleman in the suit was indeed Sanders. He pointed to the Pink Imp in the valley below and said indifferently, “We’ll discuss your issue later. Let’s handle these first. Didn’t you ask why Dongola came here? She’s here for the tails of this tailed tribe.”
The tail of the Pink Imps was sleek and tender, resembling a piglet’s tail with a slight curl.
What’s worth mentioning is that at the tip of their tails, there is a heart-shaped bump, which is the source of their tribe’s energy.
“The combat power of the Tailed Tribe is quite considerable, be cautious.” Sanders’ message was clear, I will watch from the side, and you will face this.
Sumesh sighed, hesitating to speak. He knew Sanders wanted to test his illusion casting skills, hence the reason for letting him fight. However, he was currently facing some difficulties…
Sumesh reluctantly entered the Nightmare Domain. Despite the minor hiccups it was experiencing, he was confident in his ability to handle a group of Tailed tribesmen whose strongest were only at the wizard level… Of course, this was his own assumption, which was swiftly proven wrong.
In the aftermath of the battle, the last wizard-level Tailed tribesman managed to break free from his encirclement.
If not for Sanders’ timely intervention, he would not have been able to catch up to the Tailed tribesman, given their speed.
Sighing, Sumesh approached.
Sanders frowned. “Your mastery of the Illusion-Reality spell far surpasses mine, yet why didn’t you open the Nightmare Domain?” He questioned, adding that, once the Nightmare Domain was activated, enemies wouldn’t be able to escape.
With a wry smile, Sumesh explained his situation.
“Using the Nightmare Domain to affect the material world? Projecting illusions into reality?” Sanders furrowed his brows. “Even the Nightmare Plane can’t perfectly project reality. Do you think the Nightmare Domain can?”
Sumesh gave a bitter laugh. “Alas, I was blinded by ambition at the time, and only after trying did I realize the impossibility. Now there’s a breach in my Nightmare Domain and it’s somewhat unstable. I came to the Abyss to seek guidance because I don’t know what to do.”
Without hesitation, Sanders said, “The only known method currently is to merge a new Nightmare Domain, allowing the influx of new energy to autonomously repair it.”
Sumesh’s expression darkened further. “Not long ago, after reaching true knowledge, I went to the coordinates of the Nightmare Domain in the Wasteland Plane recorded in the —Mystery of the Nightmare Domain—. I fused it into my second Nightmare Domain. Now, I can feel my Nightmare Domain is saturated and unable to accommodate more for the time being.”
After hearing Sumesh’s explanation, Sanders fell into deep thought. “This is troubling, let me think…”
After a while, Sanders spoke softly, “I had a hypothesis about repairing the Nightmare Domain before, but it was left aside as no one had ever broken my Nightmare Domain. Now, I can go back and revisit the research… In the meantime, you should temporarily stop using the Nightmare Domain.”
Hearing that Sanders might have a solution, a weight was slightly lifted off Sumesh’s heart.
Following that, Sanders captured all the Pink Imps into the Gravity Garden. Then, the two of them began their journey back to the camp.
Along the way, although most of their conversation focused on repairing the Nightmare Domain, they occasionally diverged to other topics.
“I heard from Iron Armor Granny that the new disciple you’ve accepted is a Nightmare Soul?” Sumesh asked curiously.
“That’s correct. Furthermore, his abilities are incredibly high,” Sanders nodded. “During his apprenticeship, he already merged with the Nightmare Domain, something I had never imagined before.”
The crux of the matter was that this Nightmare Domain was not stumbled upon, but meticulously crafted by Angel himself.
Sanders had catalogued numerous suspected coordinates of Interstitial Spaces in his seminal work, —Mystery of the Nightmare Domain—, each one personally discovered by him. Yet Angel, displaying his remarkable aptitude, had single-handedly crafted a Nightmare Domain, likely a testament to the privileges of his Nightmare Soul status.
“Another Nightmare Soul, and an illusionist to boot. Truly, a prodigy born with exceptional talents,” Sumesh mused with a hint of admiration, “Moreover, I’ve recently acquired an recording that’s been stirring up quite a commotion in the Southern Region. The protagonist is none other than Angel.”
“A recording? What has he been up to now?” Sanders’ brow furrowed, as he remembered that Angel had supposedly returned to his hometown. What was this recording all about?
Sumesh presented a crystal ball to Sanders. “The recording is inside.”
Upon viewing the recording stored within the crystal ball, Sanders initially rejoiced – Angel having crafted a high-rank alchemy work meant their lineage’s prowess had once again been amplified. However, his countenance swiftly shifted, hinting at something amiss.
“Who recorded this? From the perspective, it seems like it was captured from the direction of the sea,” Sanders furrowed his brow, “It appears like it was recorded covertly, doesn’t it?”
Could someone be shadowing Angel? The underground movements of the Rat Ant Underground Society came to Sanders’ mind. Could it be this faction?
“Investigate the current situation of the Rat Ant Underground Society for me. Also, see if there’s any more news about Angel,” Sanders instructed Sumesh.
Sumesh had the urge to point out that he wasn’t a messenger… However, faced with Sanders’ serious expression, he simply nodded in agreement.
Now, Sumesh could finally comprehend why Iron Armor Granny had mentioned that Sanders held Angel in high regard. This incident offered a glimpse into that fact. Originally, he had already held Angel in high esteem. Now, considering his alchemy abilities and the attention he received from his mentor, Sumesh, albeit not having directly interacted with Angel yet, had a fair idea of how he should approach him in the future.
“Why are you still here?” Sanders asked, perplexed, looking at Sumesh.
Sumesh made a face, pointing at the crystal ball in Sanders’ hand.
“I’m keeping this crystal ball,” Sanders announced with a demeanor that suggested he intended to dissect the details of the one who recorded covertly.
Sumesh twitched his mouth corners, speculating Sanders’ real intention was probably to flaunt it before Canter…
Once Sumesh had left, Sanders tucked away the crystal ball and closed his eyes in tranquility.
He was sensing the drop of essence blood he had entrusted to Angel.
So far, the essence blood hadn’t been invoked, indicating Angel’s situation was still optimistic.
Chapter 885 Second Time Coming to the Ruins <TOC> Chapter 887 Arrival at the Semi-Passage