Isabella looked at Angor's body curled up under the dome and felt very conflicted.
Did Angor really fail?
In fact, she was gloating over Angor's misfortune. However, Isabella didn't lose her mind. She knew that Angor's failure would be a great loss to Dark Castle. The friendship between Angor and Dark Castle might be affected.
She didn't care about the alliance with Phantom Island, but her teacher, whom she admired, respected, and loved the most, did.
Because of this, Isabella's mood was very complicated. She hoped that Angor would fail, but she also didn't want to see her teacher disappointed.
Isabella couldn't help but look at her teacher.
What would Isabelle think if Angor failed to do so?
However, to her surprise, Isabelle's expression was very strange. Her eyebrows were tightly knitted, and her face was filled with confusion and doubt.
"Did he fail?" Isabella couldn't help but ask.
Isabelle hesitated for a moment, neither shaking her head nor nodding. Instead, she slowly said, "I don't know, but when I look at him, I have a feeling."
Like he was staring into an abyss. "
An abyss? No one on the ship understood what Isabella meant.
Isabella didn't explain. "I can't tell what will happen in the next second. Perhaps it was a failure, or perhaps … "An even more intense explosion erupted.
Isabella didn't finish what she wanted to say.
Isabella's words confused the others. Wasn't it obvious? In the next second, other than failure, what else would happen?
While they were still trying to figure out what was going on, a terrifying pressure suddenly appeared.
This sudden pressure even made Isabella feel a strong sense of discomfort.
However, the pressure didn't come from under her feet. It came from the void above her head.
…
At the same time, inside a soundproof room in B2 of Dark Castle, Frost was resting in his meditation room.
Wearing his gear mask, Froste was resting with his eyes closed. The injuries inflicted by the Undead Reincarnation Box were more serious than they seemed. He stayed in Dark Castle because he wanted to find a quiet place to recover.
Dark Castle was a good place.
Because they were in the Inner Plane, the primal mana here was so dense that normal adepts could not absorb it. This was perfect for Froste.
More importantly, there was another person in Dark Castle whom he was very interested in.
The air was tranquil, and leisurely energy was flowing in a fine manner.
Without any warning, Froste opened his eyes behind the mask.
He looked above his head in confusion. It was as if he could see through the thick layer of soil and see the higher and deeper void.
"What's going on? It appeared again in such a short time?" Froste muttered to himself.
After thinking about it, Frost stood up and took a step forward, disappearing into thin air.
Midworld, under the dome. Angor's condition didn't look right. Sunders considered for a moment and approached the boy.
However, he had only taken two steps when a black-robed figure appeared in front of him, blocking his path.
The black-robed man turned his head, revealing a bronze gear mask. It was Froste.
"Angor is going through a critical moment. Stay away from him. Can you take responsibility if something happens?" Froste's voice reached his ears.
Sunders stopped just in time.
"What's going on with Angor?" Sunders didn't ask why Froste was here. Instead, he asked about the most important thing.
Sunders had experienced many breakthroughs in his life, but this was the first time he saw Angor's condition.
It looked like the breakthrough was a success, and Sunders even felt relieved. However, something unexpected happened in the next second.
The mana vortex was completed, and Angor's spirit sea had finished expanding. As far as Sunders was concerned, this should be the end of the process. All he needed to do was spend some time to stabilize his mana vortex and nourish his spirit model.
But Angor made a mistake at this moment.
Sunders still didn't know what went wrong in the last step.
Froste appeared here and said something that seemed to know something about Angor's condition. Only then did Sanders ask him for confirmation.
Froste raised his head to look at the dark void and whispered, "You'll know soon enough."
…
Not long ago.
Angor had reached the final step of stabilizing his mana vortex, which was to let his mana vortex come in contact with the primal mana from the outside world for the first time.
He wanted to see if his mana vortex could turn the primal mana into pure energy.
Angor carefully absorbed the primal mana from the outside world. In Midworld, where the concentration was just right, the amount he absorbed was just right. As the primal mana entered his Mana Whirlpool, he began to feel a little nervous.
Soon, some of the overly active and mixed primal mana was cut off in the middle of the whirlpool's rotation.
This was normal.
It wasn't that the primal mana could not be used. It was just that the mana vortex could only absorb a fixed amount of primal mana. Based on Angor's current situation, it was not suitable for him to use it.
Angor had to keep strengthening his mana vortex in the future to absorb the primal mana for his own use.
And the mixed primal mana was the key to this final step. Whether or not it could be quickly captured and removed from the mental space was the key to success or failure.
If the primal mana affected the formation of his mana vortex, there was a great chance that his mana vortex would fail.
Angor carefully tried to capture the primal mana.
Angor finally realized how powerful Singularity Dispersive Meditation was. The mind space created by this channeling method was much more sensitive to energy than other channeling methods.
It allowed Angor to quickly sense the location of the primal mana.
This greatly increased his chances of success in advancing to the next level!
Also, Angor could use the coordinates of the Axes of the Universe to quickly and accurately locate the chaotic primal mana. Since his mana vortex was still in a semi-stable state, Angor did not dare to release the primal mana. Instead, he used his multitasking ability to keep it in his mind space and wait for the final result.
At this point, he was no longer in charge.
Success or failure depended on whether his mana vortex could be stabilized successfully. If he succeeded, he would have achieved his goal today.
According to Angor's calculations, the success rate was very high. However, he did not rule out the possibility of unforeseen accidents. Therefore, he was actually very nervous.
Several minutes later, when the spinning mana vortex began to emit a faint white light, Angor was surprised.
He knew exactly what the white light was.
It was pure energy formed by primal mana.
After confirming the nature of the energy, Angor let out a sigh of relief. At the same time, a mixture of excitement and joy rose from the bottom of his heart.
The appearance of pure energy was of great significance to the Mana Vortex.
It meant that Angor's calculation of the seed of his mana vortex was correct, and the difficulties he went through during the breakthrough were not in vain. His mana vortex successfully entered a fully stable state from a semi-stable state. It meant that he could finally get rid of the redundant term "embryo" for his mana vortex.
It also meant that Angor's journey had finally come to an end.
He was about to reach the end of his journey.
Of course, Angor was happy. He stepped on the path of wizardry just for this moment.
Breaking through to become an official Magus was the true transformation.
Apprentices were also supernaturals, but they were more like "talents". Only by entering the realm of Magi would one be considered a Transcendent!
Besides, there were many things he could only do after becoming a wizard. He no longer had to be timid like before.
For example, searching for the path of truth and returning the truth to his heart. Another example was to follow the vague Alien Eye and bring Jon back to his hometown.
Angor's mind was filled with countless beautiful dreams, waiting for him to realize them.
However, Angor still restrained himself and did not let his imagination run wild.
It was not the time to celebrate yet.
The breakthrough was still in progress. The joy of success would have to wait until everything was over. Right now, he still needed to complete the last step step by step. Only after this step could he be considered a true success.
The last step was more like a ritual than a "step".
Angor used the pure energy of his mana vortex to connect with his spirit model, allowing the new energy to nourish his spirit model.
Carefully, he began to manipulate the energy he successfully converted.
The purity and power of the energy completely exceeded Angor's imagination. Just this strand of energy that flowed out, and the aura that it emitted, was already on the same level as half of an apprentice's mana source!
This was a qualitative change.
This was a real wizard-level energy.
He was looking forward to seeing what kind of changes the spirit model would undergo after the energy entered it.
When the unprecedentedly pure energy entered his spirit model, Angor sensed a momentary change. The change was not obvious, but it was like a seed buried in the ground. As long as Angor kept nourishing his spirit model, the seed would eventually grow out of the ground.
The pure energy slowly flowed in his spirit model.
Angor's thoughts followed the energy. When the energy reached every corner of his spirit model, everything would be settled.
However, at the last moment …
However, the energy coming from Angor's direction brought him an unexpected result.
As the energy nourished his spirit model, the door model on the spell slot was gradually changing.
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