Stirling stared into the distance and chuckled. "That's the ripple of a spell creation. It can attract the world's consciousness. It's a good spell."
Of course, Sunders sensed it as well. However, he wasn't concerned about the spell creation. When he was creating a new spell, the world's consciousness also showed up, and the area of effect was one of the largest in the history of centuries.
He was more concerned about the location.
"It's still some distance away …" Sunders frowned. "Why does it feel like it's coming from the Whalebone Sea?"
Stirling nodded. "It's the Whalebone Sea. It's very close to the Forbidden Land. I wonder who chose to create a spell there."
The Forbidden Land was referring to the Old Earth.
Very close to the Old Earth? Sunders suddenly had a hunch.
He considered for a moment and stood up. "Thank you for your help. I have something else to do, so I'll be going now."
Without waiting for Stirling's reply, Sunders disappeared from the Ironhide Tower.
Stirling mumbled, "He left so fast. I was going to ask him about Angor. Ugh … never mind. Muse mentioned that he gave Angor the access card to the research department. I'll tell him next time."
Sunders went to a corner of Punk's Theme Park and stood under a giant tree with colorful balloons.
Near the big tree was the Magic Spirit Circus. It was a circus that abused the undead for fun. Standing under the big tree, one could still hear the miserable screams coming from the circus.
Sunders knocked on the trunk of the tree, and an invisible door appeared on the tree. He pushed it open and went inside.
The outside was an ordinary tree, but the inside of the trunk was very spacious. He could see people moving around inside. These people all had one thing in common: their clothes all had the logo of the "Eternal Tree".
This was Brute Cavern's base in Punk's Theme Park.
Everyone in the station bowed to Sunders respectfully when they saw him.
Sunders nodded in response. He then went to a temporary room at the back of the building. He opened the door, sat on the sofa, and entered the dream wasteland using Intrusive Dream.
When he arrived at Firmament Tower, he saw Freud walking out of the tower.
"Mister Phantom." Freud lowered his head.
"Is Angor here?" asked Sunders.
Freud shook his head. "Yes, he did. He talked to his brother for a while and then left. He's not in the dream wasteland right now."
Freud frowned. Why would Angor come to the dream wasteland to talk to Leon?
Didn't the two brothers live in the manor?
Or did Angor leave now?
Sunders' heart skipped a beat. "Is Leon in the dream wasteland?"
Freud nodded. "Yes, he's with Sabelle."
A moment later, Freud met up with Leon, who was learning from Sabelle. "How do you know Angor isn't in the manor, Mister Phantom? Yes, he did. He left yesterday. "
Sunders rubbed his forehead. "Do you know why he left?"
Leon shook his head. "He said he'll be away for a few days and will be back soon, so I didn't ask him where he went. By the way, he mentioned that he's going to find Kim or something. But when I asked him where he is, he said he's at sea. Shouldn't Kim be in Connya? "
"Sea?" Sunders' suspicion grew stronger. "Which sea? North Command Sea? Whalebone Sea? "
North Command Sea and Whalebone Sea were both seas near the Old Earth, but in different directions.
"Whalebone Sea," Leon answered without hesitation.
Sunders didn't show any reaction on his face, but a voice in his mind sighed. "I knew it."
Earlier, when he sensed the ripples of the world's consciousness at Stirling's place, he already had a hunch that Angor had something to do with it.
He quickly bid farewell to Stirling and came to the dream wasteland to confirm the matter. As it turned out, his hunch was right.
Sunders couldn't be sure if Angor was the one who created the world's consciousness, but the fact that Angor went to the Whalebone Sea was suspicious enough.
"What happened to Angor, Mister Phantom?" Leon asked in confusion.
Sunders shook his head. "Nothing. Just asking. There's a spell creation near the Whalebone Sea — "
Spell creation … phenomenon? Sunders suddenly paused. If Angor was creating a spell, it reminded him of something.
Angor mentioned that he had been preparing for spell slots recently.
Sunders was curious about what Angor's spell slots were, but Angor had always been a mystery. Now that he thought about the spell creation phenomenon, Sunders wondered if Angor had chosen the most difficult path. Self-created spells?!
Sunders' first spell slot was created when he was an apprentice. He fixed "Mimicry" on it. The other two spell slots were created when he was a level-1 and level-2 wizard respectively. They were "Nightmare Shadow" and "Nightmare Substitute".
The latter two spells were created by Sunders himself, and they were the most suitable for his path. The first spell slot, however, was an ordinary level-3 cantrip. It could be used with his Nightmare Domain to release "Nightmare Mimicry", which was both powerful and effective, but it was still a pity for Sunders.
It was a pity for him, so he hoped that Angor could create his own spells from the very first spell slot. Sunders had seen Angor use his modified "Tornado" before, so he had high hopes for Angor.
However, it was not easy to create a new spell. It was possible that Angor would not learn anything even after several decades.
Considering the upcoming chaos in the wizarding world, Sunders did not force Angor to create a new spell. He only told Angor to choose a cantrip that was useful to him and fix it on his spell slot.
But now it seemed that Angor was the one who created the spell in the Whalebone Sea.
He couldn't have really taken the most difficult path, could he? Sunders thought about how Angor kept his spell slots a secret. The answer was obvious.
Sunders thought that Angor had done something again. But if Angor was creating a new spell, then … the spell creation phenomenon was too small. It would be best if the spell could last for several hundred days across the entire sea area.
The bigger the effect, the happier Sunders would be.
Back when Greya created a new spell in the Cloud Cluster Sea, the phenomenon lasted for several hundred days.
Sunders suddenly felt better. "It's not a big one, but at least the world's consciousness was summoned. It's a good thing for an apprentice to create a new spell. Speaking of which, why do I feel something strange about the arrival of the world's consciousness?"
Sunders mumbled and did not think about it.
Leon was still waiting for Sunders' answer. But judging from Sunders' happy expression, Leon believed that Angor should be fine.
Sunders thought that Angor might have gone to create a new spell, so he decided to stop what he was doing and use a plane passageway to return to Sunders to check on the situation.
But that would be too grand. It would make him look like he cared too much. Besides, there was a chance that Angor was not the one who created the new spell. It would be awkward if Sunders went back.
If Angor really created a new spell, it would only be a matter of spell slots. It did not matter if Sunders went back earlier or later.
He might as well finish what he was doing first and avoid wasting the materials needed to create the plane passageway.
Sunders returned to the real world and continued to look for his next target in Punk's Theme Park. But he was still thinking about the new spell.
If Angor really did create a new spell, his future as a truth-finder would be much smoother.
"I just don't know what kind of technique he created. I can't believe he perfected it in such a short time. "
The only regret was that the scale of the phenomenon was small.
…
There were not many wizards in the southern wizarding region who cared about the world's consciousness, including Sunders.
However, somewhere in the dark void not far from the greyspace barrier of the wizarding world.
Someone was looking at the southern wizarding region.
"Oh? That's Liang Zhi?" The black-robed man who was shrouded in the void spoke in surprise.
He left the southern wizarding region not long ago, so he knew about the current situation. Without the passage to Fey Continent, the southern wizarding region was much weaker than the other wizarding realms. Sunders was surprised to see someone creating a new spell in a place like this.
But the strange thing was that the consciousness did not look like it was about to descend. Instead, it looked like it was observing something.
Of course, the black-robed man only used that as an analogy. The consciousness itself was a collection of consciousnesses, which did not have any thoughts or emotions.
The black-robed man looked a little disappointed. If the consciousness came, the creator of the new spell would receive unimaginable benefits.
After all, the creation of a new spell would be rewarded accordingly.
The reward from the consciousness always pointed to the truth.
What a pity.
While the black-robed man was shaking his head, he suddenly noticed something.
It was not that there was anything wrong with the Creation Phenomenon, but that he sensed a familiar fluctuation not far from the Creation Phenomenon.
"You sensed the evil personality created by the Dark Symphony?" The black-robed man raised an eyebrow. When he was in the south, he wanted to see if the Crimson Crown was out of control. He gave Goman King a reward, which was to create an evil personality for the owner of the Crimson Crown.
He did not expect to sense the evil personality during the process of creating a new spell.
"It's a bit of fate. If I hadn't found the 'Box of Reincarnation of the Dead', I would have gone to the Southern Region to have a look." The black-robed man shook his head, turned around with some regret, and flew towards the dark void.
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