After a few months, Grimm returned to the nearby Tallima World.
Due to the great distance between him and Little Eight, if he wanted to activate his spacetime connection talent to return to The Fool's Skyscraper Realm, he would have to travel through space and time through a world node in another world.
"Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle …"
At the bottom of a ravine that was obviously caused by the energy cannons of the Predator Galaxy, a spring was bubbling nonstop. The intense air of water elements was spreading out.
If a low-level Sorcerer came here, he would be overjoyed. This spring water could be used as an experimental material for low-level Sorcerers, but it was meaningless to Grimm at this time.
A group of toads who were drinking water saw Grimm and jumped away. What surprised Grimm was that these toads turned out to be half-flesh and half-elemental lifeforms, very similar to the elemental mutant pincer of the Thousand-eyed Carcinus.
"Oh?"
After taking in a few creatures here, Grimm's tricolor eyes under the Mask of Truth gazed at them for a moment, and a trace of surprise gradually appeared on his face.
"Hiss … I didn't expect the elemental blood of the Predator Galaxy to have such an effect. What an unexpected discovery! If I can integrate it into the Sorcerer Ancestor's plan … "
The reason why the toads here had such a mutation, Grimm discovered, was that after an Arbitrator, who was at least a level-5 lifeform, fell here, the blood elemental materialization had contaminated this place. After most of the low-level lifeforms died, these toads adapted and evolved.
Due to this coincidence, it would not be long before this world would give birth to a new race of life.
The conflict between the Bizarro Masters, the Predator Galaxy, and the Broodmother Civilization was an apocalyptic disaster for the indigenous lifeforms of this small group of micro-worlds, but for these new races, it was also the beginning of a new era.
"Buzz!"
Having collected enough specimens of the alien civilization, Grimm did not stay in this medium-sized world for too long. As the spacetime under his feet was connected to a coordinate far away, Grimm's body seemed to be stretched into a slender noodle, and the spacetime fluctuated and disappeared in a flash.
"Wakagaga, my Grimm Beast!"
It only took him a few months to go back and forth from the Talima World to the Void World for most of the time. When Grimm returned to The Fool's Motian Realm, he heard Little Eight's voice.
Teleporting through the space-time continuum that was too far away was almost crossing a world cluster. Even with Grimm's current level, he was almost at his limit. His mental power hummed, and abnormal blood vessels appeared in his tri-colored eyes. Grimm kept rubbing his forehead with his left hand. His body swayed slightly, but he was stabilized by the Abyssal Staff in his right hand.
Before Grimm could say anything, Little Eight, who was standing on Grimm's shoulder, was about to go crazy.
"Quick, quick, quick, I say, why are you still standing there? What did I tell you? You want to make things difficult for my Grimm Beast? A thousand years? Let's go home and meet Ye Ye. Wakagaga. "
This guy obviously couldn't wait to go back to the Sorcerer World to see Ye Ye.
His mental strength buzzed for a while before his mental strength and blood flow calmed down. Grimm shook his head and his tri-colored eyes regained their clarity. He looked at The Fool, who was wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses as he sat on a rocking chair in a Pumpkin Tower, slowly putting down a bamboo leaf book.
"Cough, cough, cough."
The scarecrow adjusted his glasses and stood up nimbly from the rocking chair that was making creaking noises.
"Alright, I'll go to the altar and have a look. It will take some time to activate the Moonstone. You guys can walk around here."
Seeing the old guy leave as if he was escaping, Little Eight couldn't help but laugh. "A thousand years? A thousand years my ass. It hasn't even been a year. Wakagaga, how is it over there? Is there anything fun? Try this honey juice, it's not bad. "
Little Eight used a bamboo tube to carry a cup of juice and passed it to Grimm.
"Yes, it's quite lively over there. I'll tell you on the way."
Grimm swallowed the juice in the bamboo tube. It was a little sticky and had the fragrance of banana and pineapple, but it didn't seem to attract Grimm at all. Grimm moved his feet and arrived at the top of the pumpkin tower, the core of The Fool's Skyscraping World. He stood beside the creaking Underworld Mystic Textile Machine.
"What are you looking at? I've looked through it a hundred times, and there's not even an energy guide or Mysterious Power. I wonder where this broken loom came from."
Little Eight looked very uninterested and flew to the side.
Creak, creak, creak, creak …
The loom kept moving. Except for the huge hippopotamus mouth that was constantly devouring the cloth, there was nothing abnormal about the loom. Even the energy for its operation was the original driving force of the windmill on the top of the pumpkin tower.
After staring at it for a while, Grimm didn't find anything abnormal. Instead, he felt a little tired because of the frequent switching of perception methods on the Mask of Truth. Maybe it was because he had just crossed the whole world and his mental strength was tired.
Whoosh …
Grimm rubbed his forehead and was about to give up. Suddenly, Grimm was not sure if he was hallucinating, but he suddenly saw another version of himself in the Dark Mystic Textile Machine looking at him coldly and tauntingly with an evil smile on his face.
The fingers that were rubbing his forehead suddenly fell off, and the Underworld Mystic Textile Machine continued to operate with creaking sounds. The weaving pattern that Grimm saw just now disappeared with the continuous weaving of the cloth.
"Little Eight!"
Grimm shouted. Little Eight, who was enjoying the honey juice, appeared on Grimm's shoulder in a flash.
"What's up?"
"Did you feel any other mysterious power fluctuations here just now?"
Grimm's voice was trembling. Grimm didn't believe that it was his illusion. He was a Level-6 Stigmata Sorcerer!
Just now …
Everything was so real. A mysterious and unknown force was affecting him through the weaving of these silk cloths!
"There are mysterious forces everywhere here. This is The Fool's Skyscraper Realm! What kind of silly question are you asking? "
Little Myna looked at Grimm as if he had seen a ghost, his expression was strange.
"Did you see the phenomenon of the Dimensional Gap above? When the old man drifted into the Dimensional Gap, there were some phenomena that he couldn't understand. After all, it was the membrane of the Dimensional Dimension. In theory, the limit that the Dimensional Creatures could reach was also the limit that the creatures of the Higher Latitude could reach. Maybe there were creatures of the Higher Latitude who noticed you and left something for you. Don't worry, it's okay. "
Little Eight explained indifferently.
"Is that really the case?"
Grimm was in a trance. He was dubious about Little Eight's explanation. A trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.
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