He didn't know why, but he didn't want to know either.
He didn't have any better options.
Angor didn't want those powerful beings who were looking at him to notice something wrong. Without hesitation, he looked up and released a green rune from his eyes, which wrapped around his right hand.
The rune on his palm pressed down on the tree trunk.
When he tried to touch the tree with his hand, the wind suddenly grew stronger.
The consciousness of the continent already considered the tree as its "life-saving medicine". It wouldn't allow Angor to touch it.
The strong wind caused a sharp pain on Angor's skin.
Gregory, who was not far away, was even blown away by this sudden hurricane. Enduring the pain of his wound tearing open again, Gregory forcefully rooted himself a few dozen meters away.
Although Gregory was injured, his physical strength was comparable to an official Magus. In other words, he was slightly stronger than an official Magus who did not have a bloodline. After all, he was a demon.
If Gregory was right, he would be blown away by the wind. And the shop owner would be blown away as well. After all, even if the shop owner's "core" was replaced, his body was still weak.
However, when Gregory looked at Angor, he was surprised to see that Angor wasn't blown away at all. His body didn't even move. He was as firm as a rock.
Angor could feel the gale pushing him away. He even thought that he might be shaken by the wind. As he considered whether he should use a cantrip to strengthen himself, he noticed that the wind didn't seem to be as strong as he thought.
No, it was still strong. It was just that Angor's body had undergone some changes, which made it easier for him to stand in the wind.
Comparing Angor with Gregory, one could see that Angor's body was much stronger than Angor expected.
However, he didn't have time to think about what happened to his body right now. He kept reaching for the tree with his hand.
The closer he got, the stronger the wind became.
In the end, the wind didn't blow him away.
The green rune on his palm touched the bark of the tree. In an instant, the entire green tree emitted an astonishing light. The light shot into the sky and pierced through the void!
Inside the light, tiny green runes connected to Angor's palm emerged and circled around the tree.
News of what happened here also reached the Land of Darkness.
The stooped figure with a totem mask sitting on the throne suddenly stood up!
He agilely waved his bone scepter and fiercely slammed it into the ground, causing a terrifying ripple to spread out!
As the ripple spread, he released a long, guttural sound from his throat.
If Angor was here, he would notice that the totem mask was saying, "Don't stop me!"
And it wasn't the demon language. It was the language of the Abyss.
His hand was still touching the tree bark, and the green runes kept coming back to him. The "tree" that was restraining his True Spirit began to crumble.
Angor put on a serious look. He knew that the continent's consciousness didn't have any real thoughts. It didn't know that what he was doing was actually beneficial to the continent. It only thought that Angor was trying to take away its hope.
Therefore, before the "tree" collapsed and Angor's power fully merged with the continent, he still had to face the hostility of the continent's consciousness.
Since the wind couldn't blow him away, something else might happen. For example, the underground lava.
Angor already saw the lava pool not far away from him rising. He could even feel the temperature rising under his feet. He didn't dare to underestimate the power of nature.
To his surprise, the wind suddenly stopped when he was about to face the coming storm with extreme caution.
Angor had only seen sudden gusts of wind before. He had never seen a natural hurricane suddenly vanish when it was right in front of him.
Not only did the wind stop, but the fire snakes in the lava pool and the underground lava were also receding.
All natural phenomena that could threaten Angor's safety were gone. Even the dust and flames that were stirred up by the wind earlier all moved away from Angor's position.
It was as if he was in an absolute safe zone.
It was as if the continent's consciousness was protecting him.
Angor chuckled. "So you know what I'm doing now."
Earlier, Angor felt that it was a waste to spread his power across the continent. But it was better than leaving it for others. Besides, he had no other choice. That was why he followed the message left behind by that person and spread his power across the continent.
But now, when he felt the protection of the continent's consciousness, Angor felt that his efforts weren't in vain.
Although he was very clear that the continent's subconsciousness would not bring him any benefits, was that not normal? Be it the continent's subconsciousness or the World Will, they were all aggregations of consciousness, and would not have so-called human emotions in themselves.
With the help of the continent's consciousness, Angor could control the green patterns to destroy the "tree" without worrying about anything else.
Because there was no external force to disturb him, he was able to concentrate even more on comprehending this "green pattern".
Both the runes on the tree and the one Angor just released were single-use spells. In other words, they didn't belong to Angor or his right eye. Instead, they were something left behind by the person who looked like Shava.
Once he used them up, they would disappear for good.
He hoped that he could study the green rune before it disappeared.
While he was immersed in his research, the continent's consciousness marked out a forbidden area around the tree. Not even Gravus's voice could reach this place.
Greywood couldn't even send his voice into the Eye of Light. It glanced at Angor helplessly, then at the "Eye of Light", which was surrounded by purple-white flames. Inside the "Eye of Light" were Aulucia's soul and her relic.
When Angor sensed that the green pattern on his palm had disappeared, he opened his eyes again.
He studied the green pattern and found that it had the same meaning as one of the green patterns on his right hand. They both had the effect of "binding".
However, when he continued to study the "binding" model, he found that the second data was different.
The green pattern on his right hand had been researched into a total of five sets of data, which were: Bind, Dispel, Merge, Channel, and Door.
The green pattern on his right hand was the foundation for Angor to acquire the right to enter the dream wasteland.
However, the one-use green pattern left behind by the mysterious person meant "binding" on the surface. But the second property was different. It wasn't "dispelling". Instead, it was a new structure that Angor had never seen before.
Since he didn't have enough time, Angor couldn't identify the specific property of the structure. But he could roughly conclude that it meant "stability" or "toughness".
Angor guessed that it was used to stabilize energy.
If he had more time to study it, he might be able to reverse engineer the pattern in the future. However, in retrospect, if he had chosen not to use this green pattern and instead spent his time researching it, by the time he finished researching it, there would probably be countless almighty beings entering this continent. At that time, he would have to worry about his own safety.
…
As the green pattern on Angor's palm disappeared, the other green patterns around the tree also began to disperse.
At the same time, every branch of the green tree became a flowing outlet, and the True Spirit Energy within began to gradually flow out.
Green spots of light flickered and flickered like stars hanging on the branches, giving off a dreamy glow.
The lustrous green tree was undergoing its final transformation.
It was like a summer cicada that hid in the ground for years, only to sing with its life on a certain summer day.
As for the green tree's transformation, it meant that it was consuming its own life, using its life as the price to bloom!
The transformation officially began when the spiritual energy gushed out of the branches.
This true spirit energy was like a green cloud lingering around the tree trunk. It was thick and dense, and with the addition of the flickering light, its beauty was indescribable with words!
A gentle gust of wind blew over. The clouds, which looked like they could drip water, were carried away by the wind.
The process was slow and peaceful.
But somehow, when Gravu saw this scene, he felt a kind of brilliance that bloomed quietly in the silence.
The gentle wind sounded like a beautiful hymn.
It was writing and singing about the passing years and the desire for new life.
…
The wind carried away the spiritual energy clouds and drifted to an unknown distance.
Meanwhile, the dense light spots fell from the branches.
When the light spots brushed across the ground, the previous anomalies or cracks caused by the battle were all healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
When the light spots fell on Gravu's body, the wounds on his body healed instantly. His pale face also turned red. Gregory felt that he had never felt so good before.
Also, Gravu noticed that the potion given to him by the shop owner seemed to have triggered some kind of dormant power inside his body. This time, when the light spots fell, the dormant power seemed to be showing signs of waking up.
Gravu was changing, and so was Bobota.
He was already a pile of mud, but when the light spots merged with his body, his body, which was on the verge of collapse, underwent a strange reversal.
Even his consciousness, which was about to fall into the abyss, was pulled back from the darkness.
Bobota tried his best to look up, trying to find out the reason.
When he saw Angor's tall figure standing beside the bright tree in the distance, he was stunned.
The emotions in his eyes were deep and complicated.
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