Sunders didn't say anything even after flying for several kilometers.
When they were quite far away from Specter Dock Island, Angor considered for a moment and asked, "Do you have something to ask me, professor?"
Sunders glanced at Angor. "You didn't go back just to see the birth of disorder, did you?"
"You know me well, professor."
Angor's answer confirmed Sunders' suspicion.
Sunders stopped and hovered in the air. "I'm sure you have your reasons for going back. But I still want you to understand one thing. "
"What's the matter?" Angor stopped and looked back.
"Nothing in this world, including the things you think are important, is more precious than your life. Sunders paused. "You can only have everything if you're alive. If you die, everything will be over."
Angor knew what Sunders was trying to say.
Sunders didn't try to stop Angor from going back. Maybe it was because of his personal values, but it didn't mean Sunders would support Angor's decision.
Sunders simply respected Angor's decision and didn't want to interfere.
However, Sunders didn't really want Angor to get involved in the matter at the center of the mist zone.
What happened there was not only beyond the southern wizarding region but also beyond the limit of energy level.
Even Rein could lose his life if he wasn't careful enough, let alone Angor.
Sunders didn't want to see Angor go to his death even though he supported Angor's decision. Therefore, he chose to fly with Angor and warned him against it.
"Do you want to see your elder brother grieving for you from thousands of kilometers away? Do you want your teacher to die in an ice coffin? And the people you care about, and the people who care about you … are sad? "
"I don't want that." Angor considered for a moment.
"Is that what you really want?"
"Yes."
Sunders looked at Angor who was still standing there. "You still want to go back to the center of the mist zone, even if you don't want your loved ones to be sad?"
Angor hesitated for a moment and nodded.
Sunders remained silent for half a minute before he spoke again. "You … you think you can survive?"
Sunders didn't ask about Angor's goal. Instead, he asked for an answer that didn't have an answer.
"Yes," Angor answered confidently.
Sunders narrowed his eyes. "You really think someone can save you?"
Angor didn't know what to say.
"You want to know why I'm sure someone can save you?"
Angor chuckled. He didn't answer.
"Since you said 'yes' so confidently, it means you have something to do with it. I don't know where your confidence comes from, but I'm sure there are only a few reasons.
"Sentinels, Nightmare Realm, and … Voidwalkers," Sunders said with certainty.
There was a simple reason for this assumption. In Sunders' opinion, anyone who could find a destiny in the center of the mist zone would at least have a special ability, or at least the strength of a legend.
Of course, the first thing that came to his mind was the Watcher.
The watcher's attitude toward Angor was obviously different from the others. Therefore, it was possible that they were Sentinels. But since the Watchers let Angor go before, it was a bit strange for them to call Angor back again. This made Sunders think that the Watchers might be weak again.
Apart from the Watchers, there were also the Nightmare Realm creatures who could help him.
Nightmare creatures were more mysterious and powerful. Angor's status in the Nightmare Realm might allow some of them to help him, which would give him the confidence to go to the center of the mist zone. However, Sunders did not think it was a nightmare creature. No one from the Nightmare Realm was involved in this incident. As the pioneer of nightmare illusions, Sunders did not sense any presence from the Nightmare Realm at the center of the fog zone.
No matter how strong a nightmare creature was, Angor couldn't possibly go back to the center of the mist zone for no reason. Besides, did a nightmare creature really know what was in the center of the mist zone?
As for the last possibility, it was a void creature.
Sunders didn't think about it before. However, he noticed a small detail around Angor.
When Angor left the mist zone, there was nothing around him. Apart from Dankros, there was no other creature around him.
But now, when he was about to leave Specter Dock Island, there was another creature with him.
It was a creature that couldn't be seen by the naked eye. It only existed in the energy realm, and its aura was extremely weak. It was a Void Traveler.
Sunders had an idea when this creature showed up beside Angor.
When Sunders mentioned the three possibilities, Angor glanced at the Void Traveler subconsciously, which made Sunders even more certain that Angor's confidence in going back to the center of the mist zone came from the void.
But did Angor know any void creatures? Sunders never heard of them. After all, everyone had their own destiny. He couldn't possibly know everything about Angor.
"So I was right. Even if you think there's a powerful being coming to help you, do you really think you'll be safe?
"Relying on the help of others to survive is not the first choice an independent Magus would consider."
"Besides, are you sure that the one helping you is loyal to you? No matter who it is, they must have their own selfish motives. When their greed and desire grow beyond their control, their promises will be meaningless.
"Even I won't help you wholeheartedly."
"I understand."
You understand, but you still don't want to listen. As Angor's teacher, Sunders knew Angor well. Angor understood the principle, but it was hard to change a decision he had made.
"I'm not going back to the center of the mist zone to get involved. I'm just trying to locate something. "
"Locate something? So that someone will know your location and come to you? "Sunders pointed at the Void Traveler." Just let him go. "
Angor shook his head. "Headland can't. I'm the only one who can locate him."
Angor paused for a moment before he continued, "Also, when I said that I wanted to watch the evolution process of the object of disorder, I had a feeling that I made the right choice.
"That feeling was so strong that … I felt like I was making a choice that could change the course of my life.
"Maybe it was just my imagination. But at that moment, I really felt it. That's why I decided to come. "
Sunders suddenly fell silent.
His words were vague, and he even sounded a little confused. But Sunders knew exactly what Angor was trying to say.
Sunders had made a similar choice before. When he was faced with an important decision that could affect his life, he had the same feeling.
These weren't empty words, nor were they delusional thoughts. They truly existed … Fate was illusory, but there were always some existences that pursued miracles that could stir fate.
For example, the Time Thief.
Sunders was once marked by the Time Thief, so he would always feel the same when making a decision that could affect his life.
Sometimes, the Time Thief would come and steal the choice Sunders gave up.
Since the feeling was real, Angor's strong feeling might be true as well. This was a special warning given by the Time Thief.
However, the Time Thief didn't come this time, nor did he try to steal Angor's choice. Maybe the Time Thief didn't see any point in doing so?
Of course, Sunders could not stop him now that he had made his decision.
As someone marked by the Time Thief, Sunders had learned to avoid interfering with other people's decisions. If Angor wasn't really important to him, Sunders wouldn't interfere.
But now, Angor told him that his choice could affect the direction of his future.
Sunders didn't dare to stop Angor.
Staying or going was a relatively innocuous choice in the past. But now, it had become an important decision that even the Time Thief would pay attention to.
If Sunders interfered with Angor's choice now, it could change Angor's fate.
Sunders considered for a moment and spoke slowly, "If you think the choice is important, then remove all possible interference and follow your heart."
Angor nodded solemnly.
Sunders glanced at the endless black sea in front of him. "My illusions have reached their limit. Let's part here. Like I said on the island, I hope to see you back alive. "
With that, Sunders patted Angor's shoulder and vanished into thin air.
…
Angor floated in the air and pondered for a moment.
"Remove all possible interference and follow your heart." This was what Sunders told him earlier. Angor was thinking about it too.
If this choice was really so important, would he be affected by external factors? Did he really make the right choice?
He was also reconsidering if his decision was too hasty.
…
Meanwhile, in a certain dimension that couldn't be seen.
There were many clocks here. Some were round, some were square, some were long, some were flat, and some were even half-embedded in the void. It was impossible to tell how many clocks there were.
Among all the clocks, there was one in the center that was the largest and most eye-catching.
Because, at the top of this clock, sat a tall and straight black shadow.
The figure seemed to be enjoying himself. He was listening to the ticking of the clocks while humming an unknown tune.
Suddenly, one of the clocks had a round clock with a minute hand that began to move.
When the minute hand and the hour hand returned to zero at the same time, the crisp and loud sound of the bell rang out in the endless space densely filled with a large number of time wheels.
Only then did the black figure raise his head and look at the bell that reverberated through time and space.
"Something triggered my choice," the figure muttered. "Let me see."
The black shadow pulled the round clock in the air and pulled it in front of him.
Golden light was flowing out of the clock.
"Tsk tsk. The Honey of Time is so sweet … I guess I'll have to check it out."
The figure jumped down from the top of the clock.
At the same time, a round metal door appeared at the center of the clock, where the wheel should be. The figure walked to the door and tried to push it open to enter the marked area.
However, as soon as his hand touched the door, he felt something pricking his finger.
He pulled his hand back.
A drop of pale golden blood slowly seeped out from the tip of his finger. The blood flowed around the tip of his finger for a moment before it dripped into the void … and disappeared.
The figure stayed there for a while. Instead of going through the door, he returned to the top of the clock.
"I'll have a bad feeling if I go."
But where did this ominous feeling come from?
Was it someone who was marked? Probably not.
"Maybe I'll run into an old acquaintance?" The figure thought for a while and didn't find any answer in the wheel.
"Forget it. I'll pass."
He thought for a moment, and his gaze once again fell on the round clock that was still flowing with golden light.
"Someone who influenced me a lot … Hmm … Let's add a mark."
As soon as he finished speaking, the round clock, which was originally a little gray, began to glow with a moist brilliance.
At the same time, a faint figure appeared in the center of the clock.
If Angor was here, he would recognize the figure as the same one he saw when he created the Crimson Shelter many years ago.
The shadow watched Angor's illusion and curled his lips.
"Oh, it's you, young man."
There was a hint of excitement in the black shadow's voice, as if it had found an interesting toy. Still, he didn't go to the metal door. Instead, he carefully observed Angor's illusion.
It was as if he was trying to imprint Angor's image in his eyes.
After a long time, the figure chuckled and wiped away the illusion in a good mood. He then pushed the clock aside.
This time, the clock didn't return to its original position in the pile of clocks.
Instead, it hovered near the giant clock.
There were only about a thousand clocks in this place. Each of these clocks was shining with a dazzling brilliance. They were also very large, and some of them were even close to the size of the huge Wheel of Time erected by the black shadow.
Angor's clock looked small and dim in the middle of the forest of clocks. It even looked a little out of place.
If someone with OCD saw this, they would probably dig a hole in the ground with their toenails.
However, the figure didn't seem to have OCD. Or rather, his OCD wasn't related to his appearance. Not only was he not displeased, he even whistled even more happily.
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