Chapter 1836
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Angor sank into the soft sofa and took a deep breath of the cool air. He then opened his golden eyes and looked at Dodoro.
"You said you wanted to talk to me?"
Dodolo nodded and said, "Yes, I saw an image …"
Before Dodoro could finish, Angor interrupted him. "Another image? Something about me? "
Angor frowned when he heard Dodoro's answer. "Why are you saying the same thing as Sparrow? You saw my image too."
Did I just become a part of the Baiyuan Clan's repertoire? And they're updating it in real time? He looked at Dodoro's confused face. "It's fine. Go on."
Dodoro was about to continue when Angor cut him off. "Wait. Why don't you just show it to me?"
"Show it to me?" While Dodoro was still confused, Angor released a strand of nightmare aura toward Dodoro's forehead.
Anyone else would've dodged the attack right away since it was extremely important to Dodoro. But Dodoro didn't even blink. He simply allowed the nightmare aura to enter his forehead.
As the nightmare aura entered his body, Dodoro felt his mind becoming clearer. At the same time, the world in his eyes began to change.
The colors in his vision were brighter than ever before. It was as if there was a strange aura covering his retina, which was constantly correcting the color of his vision.
However, there was nothing special apart from the change of color. Before Dodoro could ask, Angor waved his hand and summoned a glowing white board in front of him.
The white board looked like a drawing board, waiting for the artist to fill it in with colors.
Dodoro looked at the whiteboard and seemed to realize something.
"It's an illusion trick. You can call it an illusion drawing board. It's connected to your pupils and can be controlled by the nightmare aura between your eyebrows. All you need to do is think in your mind, and — "Angor suddenly stopped. The white board in front of Dodoro was already showing a complete picture.
It was exactly what Dodoro described when he crossed the sky bridge and went to Phantom Island in his current form.
"Is this it?" Dodoro asked.
"… Yes."
He looked calm on the outside, but his mind was not as calm as before. Even though the Illusory Sketchpad was a trick he came up with on the spur of the moment, and it wasn't difficult at all. It was just a technique to project one's thoughts through a nightmare illusion. However, it wasn't easy to replicate it perfectly.
In his opinion, Dodoro would need at least ten minutes to create something on his drawing board.
However, Dodoro was able to do it in an instant. This meant that Dodoro's concentration was extraordinary, and his thoughts were pure and clean. Because many people's thoughts were too complicated, the image projected onto the whiteboard would more or less be a little messy. For example, some people wanted to draw a lotus root, but in the end, they drew a white arm. If their thoughts were a little more messy, it would be indescribable.
Moreover, Dodoro's ability to control and express colors was very good. If an artist wanted to bring a painting to life, the combination of colors was very important. Although the Illusion Sketchpad didn't require various colors, it required a deep understanding of colors in order to present reality.
Angor didn't think that Dodoro would have time to learn painting during this period. In other words, this was his talent.
Angor gave Dodoro a meaningful glance. As expected of a race blessed by the gods.
"Since you already know how to do it, go on." Angor didn't bother explaining anything and let Dodoro do as he pleased.
Dodoro nodded and looked away from Angor to the whiteboard.
The previous image on the whiteboard slowly melted away as if it was soaked by a heavy rain. However, the whiteboard didn't stay clean for long. New images slowly appeared on the whiteboard.
This was an extremely tragic scene.
The ground was cracked, and all living things were withered. Countless pitch-black ravines covered half of the painting and extended all the way to the horizon.
The sky was dyed red, which looked like a deep sunset or a bloody mist that was ignited by fire. In the center of this scarlet sky, a huge single eye was looking down at the world.
"Is this what you saw?" Angor looked at Dodoro in confusion.
Dodoro nodded.
"You said it's about me? But where am I? "He looked at the image carefully and did not see his own image.
"I didn't see any human beings in the images," Dodoro said. I don't know where you are, sir, but I'm sure this has something to do with you. "
Angor accepted the explanation since Dodoro didn't have to lie to him.
Since Dodoro said that the image was related to him, it had to be. However, no matter how hard he tried, he still could not figure out what the painting was trying to convey. He did not know where the painting was.
"Do you know where the image is?"
Dodoro shook his head.
"Is it the Fey Continent?"
Dodoro shook his head again. He only saw the image, but he didn't know where it was.
"Then … Is it possible that it's just like the one you just showed me? That it doesn't mean anything?"
Dodoro thought for a moment and said, "I think it's a meaningful picture."
Even though Dodoro only "believed" and did not have any proof, Dodoro was still a Prophet. His "belief" could very well be the truth.
This scene might really have some meaning that he didn't understand yet.
He focused on the screen again and tried to find some clues. "Hmm … Looks like the end of the world. Did something terrible happen? Is the eye in the sky the source of the disaster? Or is this eye just a symbol? "
Angor looked at the image for a long time but still couldn't find anything.
More importantly, he didn't know the background of the image, so he couldn't figure out what it meant.
"It's related to me, it's related to me … Could it be that this background is actually …" The dream wilderness? Angor muttered the name in his mind.
But he quickly dismissed the idea. The ground in the image was cracked, but he could still see some animals and plants. This wasn't the dream wasteland. Angor was already familiar with the dream wasteland, but this wasn't the dream wasteland.
In the end, Angor still couldn't find anything.
He thought about it and decided to ask someone else later, such as Sunders or someone who knew a lot about geography.
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