The sudden disappearance of the "Demon God's Shadow" above their heads was already shocking enough.
However, if one knew that the reason for the disappearance of the Demon God's shadow was that someone had killed the Demon God's True Spirit with a single strike, it would be even more unimaginable.
Even someone as strong as Sunders couldn't comprehend such a thing. It was like how a summer insect couldn't feel the cold of winter, or how a human's heart couldn't comprehend divinity. These were two completely different matters.
Sunders already had a hunch that this person was strong, but he still could not believe it when he saw how strong this person was.
However, the truth was right in front of his eyes, and he had to believe it.
Killing Orucia and the avatar of the Demon God was just poking a hole in the sky. But the death of the Demon God's soul was a complete disaster!
Back in Rasudran, when the birdcage was broken, the demons forced the humans into a tight corner. Why did Lord Garal let them go when they had the absolute advantage?
The death of the Demon God's soul … changed everything.
Sunders recalled that after leaving Rasudran, the atmosphere in the Abyss Plane did change significantly. According to the people who stayed on Sky Island, they felt someone was spying on them from time to time. They thought it was just an illusion. Now that they thought about it, it was probably those powerful beings trying to find the traces of Lord Flameless' soul before his death!
Sunders' shock lasted for half a day.
If Angor didn't call his name, Sunders would still be in a daze.
Sunders regained his composure, but he still couldn't shake off the shock in his eyes. He looked at Angor and wanted to say something, but each time, he swallowed it back.
He really didn't know what to say. The Demon God's body, the Demon God's soul, and the "Demon God" weren't things he could comment on.
In the end, Sunders sighed deeply. "Let's call it a day. I need to think about it."
Before Angor could say anything, Sunders waved a hand and closed the gravity garden. Apart from Bobota, both Sunders and Angor showed up in their rooms.
"Go rest. We'll talk about it tomorrow."
For Sunders, there were too many shocks today. One after another came before the first one was over.
Every single wave contained enough power to drown the entire Southern Mountain Range. Moreover, the waves that were pushed out by the tide were growing taller and taller!
Even with his endurance, he still needed to rest.
During this time, Sunders needed to sort out the "important" information he heard from Angor. At the very least, he needed to figure out what would happen to Brute Cavern, Moonfrost Union, and the entire southern wizardry region.
Angor considered for a moment. Now that he had told Sunders about the two corpses, he only needed to talk about his bloodline projection and the Frozen Ancient Ruins.
As for his encounter with Walder and what happened in the Frozen Ruins, it wasn't a big deal. It didn't matter if he told Sunders about it earlier or later.
With that in mind, he nodded and left.
Sunders looked at Angor's back and heard the footsteps from the marble hallway. As the footsteps faded away, he took out a pen and paper and began to jot down notes.
Angor returned to his room. Unbeknownst to him, he bumped into Zslade, who wanted to discuss alchemy experiences with him.
Zslade left in frustration, while Angor slowly fell asleep on his bed.
He planned to go to the dream wasteland again, but he couldn't find the energy to do so. Now that he was back in the southern wizardry region, he could finally relax. What followed was exhaustion and fatigue. He couldn't meditate or log into the dream wasteland anymore. As soon as he touched the soft silk quilt, he began to feel drowsy and fell into a deep slumber.
When he woke up, the sky was still dark.
He didn't wake up naturally. Instead, he was woken up by rustling noises outside.
Angor cast a Cleanse spell and walked out of his room feeling refreshed. He went to Sunders' room first and saw a young demon falcon with a golden beak, black feathers, and crimson eyes squatting in front of the door. The falcon made an "X" sign when it saw Angor.
Angor recognized the creature. It was Sunders' alchemy familiar. Obviously, the bird didn't want Angor to enter.
Sunders was probably not done with his work yet.
Angor nodded to the demon falcon and left the room. Angor was about to return to his room when he heard rustling noises coming from the other side of the hallway. It was the same noise that woke him up from his dream.
Angor looked back and saw footsteps coming from the other side of the hallway.
The footsteps were very slow, and there was a heavy feeling that came from someone who was past his prime.
As the footsteps got closer, Angor saw a gray-haired old woman at the other end of the hallway. She was walking slowly with a basket in her hand. Due to the angle, Angor could only see a small part of her path. Soon, the gray-haired old woman left Angor's sight. But judging from the direction, she seemed to be heading for the exit.
The gray-haired old woman had a face full of wrinkles.
Angor didn't sense any energy signature on her. She should be a mortal.
But for some reason, Angor felt that she looked familiar. Where did he see her before? But when he searched his memory, he couldn't find anything about her.
Was it an illusion?
The gray-haired old woman seemed to be heading for the exit of the antique shop. Was she one of Zslade's customers?
Angor planned to ask Zslade about it, but he didn't want to waste too much time. The gray-haired old woman only looked familiar. Besides, she was a mortal who didn't know him at all.
With that in mind, he went back to his room and did not think too much about it.
The first thing he did was to construct his "door model" and meditate. By the time he finished these two daily chores, it was already past noon.
Angor heard a long chirp coming from the window. It was Sunders' alchemy familiar. It came with a message from Sunders.
Angor was about to greet Sunders when his vision blurred and he found himself in the gravity garden.
"Did you have a good night's rest?"
This was the first thing Angor heard since he arrived at the gravity garden.
Sunders looked calm as if he was just asking a normal question.
"Not bad. I haven't slept in a long time. You look better than yesterday, professor. "Angor was telling the truth. Sunders looked much calmer today.
But Sunders felt his chest tighten. He spent the whole night thinking about how to deal with the aftermath. Angor not, not only did he get a good night's rest, but he also stabbed him in the back.
Angor … he really wanted to kick this kid's ass.
Sunders held back his urge and cut to the chase. "Let's continue our topic. What happened after the Demon God's soul was killed? Where did the soul energy go? Also, what happened to 'him'? "
He organized his words and briefly explained the rest of the information about the power of truesoul.
As Sunders listened to Angor's explanation, a scene slowly appeared in his mind.
Angor didn't use any descriptive words to describe the scene, but the simple words alone were enough for Sunders to imagine the magnificent scene.
A tree of true spirit, surrounded by light and fire. The shadow of the tree covered the entire continent. Looking from the sky, one could only see the shadow of the tree. What a magnificent and magnificent scene!
Angor paused for a second and began to talk about "him".
"He left. But before he disappeared, he left something for me."
"A bloodline projection?"
Angor didn't answer directly. Instead, he looked at Sunders in the eyes. As a breeze blew past, the golden hair covering his right eye was gently blown up.
What was revealed was a bright blue right eye.
The color was as dark as the blue water of a lake on a clear summer day.
But why was there something different about the right eye? As Sunders frowned, he saw something strange happening to Angor's right eye.
A strange fluid suddenly gushed out of Angor's right eye, which quickly formed into a mask covered with strange patterns.
The mask covered half of Angor's face.
The mask was completely black with strange patterns. The strangest part was the right eye, which looked like it was squinting because of a smile. However, the strong color and contrast didn't make it funny at all. Instead, it gave off a dark and absurd feeling.
"You fused your bloodline projection with your right eye?"
Angor nodded. He didn't mention the painful process of fusing the bloodlines and only explained the result.
"Activating my right eye with mana will make this mask appear. But I don't know what it does yet."
"It should be a talent. As for the specific effect … it seems to affect spirit power." Sunders glanced at the strange patterns on the mask and felt his spirit fluctuating a little.
"Also, activating my right eye with nightmare illusion will create another form." Angor considered. "But this form will consume a large amount of nightmare aura. I don't think I can keep it up for long."
While speaking, he removed the mask and activated his right eye using nightmare illusion.
Sunders was still waiting for Angor's next move when he suddenly saw a cunning look in Angor's eyes.
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