The feeling of being torn apart blurred Angor's perception of time in the outside world.
He felt as if his body was sinking into a bottomless ocean, and he saw all kinds of strange things in this "ocean". As he fell into the abyss, his body began to tear apart due to the pressure of the water.
Angor felt his body being torn into countless small pieces. His consciousness was also being torn apart. Each piece of his body had a fragment of his consciousness attached to it.
His mind was like a popped balloon, and he could not make any logical decisions.
Until he reached the bottom of the ocean.
When he felt that he could not go any further, everything seemed to have stopped. Angor forced himself to open his eyes in the chaotic darkness.
The darkness was gone.
There was only a tall door in front of him. Angor was familiar with this door. It was the model of the door he created by drawing lines on his body.
At this moment, the door was shining brightly.
Angor instinctively moved closer to the door, but his surroundings suddenly became blurry. When he realized what was going on, he was already standing in front of the door.
As Angor approached the door, the discomfort in his body began to subside. The feeling of his body and consciousness being torn apart seemed to be glued together. Even his ability to think came back.
Angor suddenly realized something.
Without hesitation, he stepped through the door.
As soon as he stepped through the door, all the discomfort in his body disappeared, and he felt better than ever.
A "path" appeared in front of him.
The door behind him shattered and turned into countless streaks of light that melted into the darkness.
…
An unknown amount of time later.
Angor opened his eyes in the real world. He slowly stretched his body and recovered from his crouched position.
Then, he stood up.
Someone was behind him? He turned around and saw Sunders looking at him with a puzzled look. It seemed the man had something to say.
Froste, who was wearing a gear mask, was also looking at Angor. Angor could not see Froste's expression, but he could sense the man's interest behind the mask.
He slowly looked up at the sky.
The first thing he saw was the dome, then the ghost ship floating in the air. There were also some familiar figures on the deck of the ship, but he didn't pay attention to them.
In the end, he looked at the center of the black cloud vortex that filled the sky.
There was a hole there, and the surrounding black clouds were all revolving around this hole, very much like the Mana Whirlpool he had just established.
Angor looked at the hole quietly. The hole was like a pair of eyes embedded in the center of a whirlpool, staring back at Angor.
This was a strange scene, and everyone was puzzled.
Angor, on the other hand, was the only one who slowly changed his expression from confusion to contemplation. In the end, he smiled as if he understood something.
Unbeknownst to them, something was happening in Angor's mind space as well.
After a while, he lowered his head and began to think.
At the same time, everyone suddenly felt their eyes brighten. The previously heavy air also returned to normal, including the terrifying aura of the world's will.
They raised their heads in confusion, only to see that the black clouds that had covered the entire sky had all disappeared.
In the pitch-black night sky, there were no clouds at all. There was only a lone moon, coldly illuminating everyone's silvery radiance.
On the ghostship, Falca looked at the old wizard in confusion. "What's the meaning of this? Isn't it a spell creation phenomenon? Why did it disappear all of a sudden? "
Falca had read about the Creation Vision in a book.
Generally speaking, such phenomena could last for at least "days". When Greya created her Genesis spell on the Cloud Sea, the phenomenon lasted for a hundred days. All the wind that reached the Cloud Sea would be tainted with the aroma of minced meat, and all the water that flowed into the sea would be filled with the fragrance of fine wine.
Angor's phenomenon was too strange. Gather, disperse, gather again, and disperse again.
Was this really a Creation Phenomenon?
The old wizard couldn't answer Falca's question. He couldn't help but look at the powerful witches of Dark Castle, hoping to get an answer from them.
However, Isabella was still lost in her own thoughts. Kimberly shook her head, indicating that she didn't know either.
In the end, the old wizard looked at the white-haired woman standing at the front of the deck — Isabella.
She already triggered several such phenomena a thousand years ago, so she might know something.
Isabella looked at the old wizard and explained in a small voice, "This phenomenon is very strange, and the world's consciousness is also strange. But it's not hard to tell. "
"Who is the one who triggered this strange phenomenon? Go and see him, and you'll know. "
Everyone looked at Angor again.
At first, Falca didn't notice anything strange. But perhaps their intense gazes attracted Angor's attention. Angor looked up from his contemplation.
Falca's heart skipped a beat when he saw Angor's eyes. A terrifying consciousness entered Falca's mind. In his eyes, Angor once again turned into a giant who was staring at him with cold eyes.
"Wake up." A cold voice reached Falca's ears.
He looked up and saw that Isabelle was standing in front of him.
"Angor just broke through not long ago, and he hasn't retracted his consciousness yet. He's much weaker than you. You'll only get yourself killed if you look him in the eyes," Isabella spoke in a soft voice.
Falca nodded absentmindedly. He didn't fully understand what Isabelle was trying to say, but the first thing she said was deeply engraved in his mind.
Angor just broke through not long ago.
Isabella's words confirmed one thing: Angor really did break through.
Countless apprentices fought and lost their lives, but Angor went all by himself. Falca thought he was a genius, but now, he began to doubt his own talent.
Falca was confused because of Angor's breakthrough.
However, the old wizard was also confused.
He listened to Isabella's words and observed Angor carefully. He also noticed that Angor was surrounded by the aura of a formal wizard, which meant Angor really did break through.
The old wizard was confused because he couldn't sense anything when he tried to sense Angor's strength.
He was a bit confused and tried to sense it again. This time, he even used a spell technique.
But he still couldn't find anything.
At this time, Angor looked up and exchanged a glance with the people on the ghost ship. The old wizard didn't fall into the illusion like Falca did, but he felt as if he was looking at a towering mountain.
How could Angor be so strong when he just broke through?
"Could that really be a creation phenomenon? Has he already stepped onto the path of truth?" The old sorcerer was puzzled.
Isabella shook her head. "He's not a truth-finder yet, but the path is already under his feet."
Isabella made it clear. Angor wasn't a truth-finder yet, but there was no doubt that he would become a truth-finder when the time was right.
In other words, the law creation phenomenon must be real, or Angor wouldn't be able to see the path ahead.
Isabella was also confused. If the law creation phenomenon was real, why did it suddenly disappear?
Below the dome, Sunders was also asking Froste the same question.
Sunders was quite surprised. Why would a law creation phenomenon appear when Angor broke through? As far as he knew, Angor didn't create any new laws recently. Since the phenomenon already appeared, Sunders didn't bother to ask about it. He was more interested to know why the phenomenon disappeared so quickly.
Froste considered and kept looking at the sky.
"Do you really think the phenomenon disappeared?"
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