Like the other founders of the Road of the Flaming Sword, Yanar was not a real angel. This name was just a meaningless code name.
However, unlike the other members, Yanar did not have a real name. Therefore, when Michael proposed to use Yanar as her code name, not only did she accept it, but she also thought that it was a good name, so she simply used it as her own name.
For ordinary Transcendents, a "real name" had much more meaning than that, and it might even be the gate of life. Of course, it was impossible for them to casually accept a word of unknown origin as their own name.
However, for Yanar, words that were expressed in all the common languages on the continent could not affect her at all, so it did not matter.
After all, her race was somewhat special.
"From what I can sense, the last remnant aura is here …"
Yanar floated in the air and raised her head slightly. Her rusty green eyes that were full of chaos stared straight ahead.
She stretched out her only arm that was full of strength and beauty. Her palm grasped the air as if she had grasped something. The space in this place then curled up like a crumpled piece of paper, forming a point full of information.
Rays of light floated out of this point and intertwined as they floated into the space between her eyebrows. The scene where a trace of the aura of her kind had once leaked out was displayed in her mind.
The black-haired young man stopped here, standing out from the crowd walking forward. He was communicating with a weak Transcendent who had the mark of the Road of the Flaming Sword on her body.
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At the same time, a faint cry for help from her kind flowed out of the dream, but it only lasted for a moment before it disappeared as the crack closed.
"Pa!"
Yanar clenched her fist and crushed this information point from the past. She looked at the dissipating light and frowned.
"A dream crack … He opened it so easily? And his strength, it's like it's shrouded in fog. I can't sense it clearly at all, but this is not a problem for me. I just need to go back in time — "
Arnal's eyes were half-closed. The wings made of thousands of illusions wriggled and emitted colorful light intermittently like a neon tube, as if they were resonating with something.
"So that's how it is … A half-dragon body formed from the fruit of the Dragon Marrow Tree and the petrifying dragon heart. Silver bestowed me with the ability to control dreamforce, as well as the constant help of a certain mysterious existence. There are also those books of unknown origins. Interesting."
"It only took him half a year to grow from an ordinary person to a God-level being. I have to say, it is indeed a great achievement."
"However, this is still far from surpassing the level of the gods. Moreover, this is not his own achievement. What is truly worth paying attention to is the mysterious existence that has yet to appear, and Silver … Hmm? Silver's aura has been greatly weakened. He seems to have left. Ha, that's great. The difficulty has decreased. "
"Speaking of which, isn't the goal of Michael and the others to open the path to Dreamscape and obtain the way to advance in Dreamscape? In other words, this fellow is probably already standing at the end of their thousands of years of planning … "
"No wonder they gathered all the angels to work together this time. To them, an enemy of this level is indeed worthy of their vigilance."
"Ha, but to me, this is just a few more tricks."
Arnal snorted indifferently. His expression was extremely arrogant and calm as if he was in control of everything. He thought to himself, No time and space can escape my senses and control. Even in Dreamscape, I can still come and go as I please. That place has long been empty. There is no 'true god' at all. It is just a nest gathered by a bunch of primordial creations that were born from chaos. The fear of the people is just a manifestation of ignorance.
"Even though these primordial creations are powerful enough, they are still lacking compared to the four witches … no, compared to Silversilver and Fraxinus. It's no wonder they were able to sleep peacefully in Dreamscape for so many years."
She floated forward along the trajectory left by this information point with a disdainful and mocking expression on her face. "If I didn't want to see the expressions on these guys' faces when they finally found out that the place they spent so much effort to reach was just a 'garbage dump' in the end, how would I have joined this so-called Path of Fire Sword?"
The surrounding snowflakes drifted down and passed through her body without any hindrance. Only small circles of ripples were created, indicating that this body did not actually exist in this time and space. It was just an existence similar to a projection.
Her real body was, without a doubt, a huge butterfly that folded its wings on the continuous timeline in an unknown place connected by the illusionary threads extending from half of her body.
That's right, Arnal's real body was the superior form of the Clockwheel Worm, an evolver that stood out from the trillions of worms that resided on the timeline.
The Butterfly of Time.
The half-human body that she materialized was a mental body that was born according to the aesthetics that she absorbed from human society. Therefore, it was full of a sense of confusion.
After all, you couldn't expect an insect to completely understand the aesthetics of human beings.
The purpose of Arnal's trip was precisely because she sensed the aura of someone of her kind who had helped her when she was still a Clockwheel Worm.
Many years ago, a certain human family captured it with a special method and used it to manipulate time on a small scale. It was even passed down from generation to generation as a family heirloom.
Before Arnal had a name, this kind of trivial matter did not interest her at all. After all, for an insect, eating and sleeping were the only two things that she could think about in her mind. Everything else was not worth mentioning.
But after observing human society for thousands of years, she gradually learned to "desire".
Until recently, when she was awakened by Michael, she felt as if she had broken out of her cocoon again. Looking back at everything in the past, she had a different experience.
Especially when she saw her insignificant companion being taken away and heard the faint wailing that had lasted for thousands of years, an emotion called anger rose in her heart for the first time.
She could not help but not go to the agreed place mentioned by Michael. Instead, she came alone to find the person who now held the Clockwheel Worm Box.
Now, she was going to pick up her companion.
Half of Arnal's body, which was glowing like a pair of wings, stretched out. Unbeknownst to everyone in the manor, it gradually covered the sky.
The space and time around the manor were distorted as if they could not bear it and started to crack.
It was like an invisible cocoon that had fallen into a net.
Arnal, who was floating straight toward the final information point, did not realize that under her body, which was supposed to be an illusion and not a real body, there was a shadow.
There was another shadow following closely behind her.
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