Strangely enough, after Angor parted ways with the others, the stairs slowly returned to normal. There were no longer strange inverted stairs or spiral stairs. Instead, there was a 45-degree incline. However, the stairs were still visible only within the range of the red mark.
Angor could only see two or three steps in front of him, as well as another step behind him. He didn't know if the stairs would continue to tilt upward until the end.
Everything in front of him was unknown. He was surrounded by darkness and nothingness. There were also unforeseen dangers lurking in the void. He could only move forward alone under the protection and guidance of the red light.
This was quite an interesting scene.
If Mister Feng could see this, he might create a painting of a lone traveler walking alone on the stairs illuminated by the red light in the midst of a horde of dark monsters.
If there was really such a painting, it should be very epic, right?
Angor imagined all kinds of scenes in his mind. This was probably one of the few things he found fun in the darkness.
Speaking of which, this wasn't the first time Angor walked alone on a flight of stairs in the dark.
Before he became an apprentice, he already entered the Stairs of Hanging Prison in the Nightmare Realm without permission.
For other people, any place in the Nightmare Realm was more dangerous than the real world. But for Angor, he barely ran into any danger in Nether City. In fact, he received a lot of help, such as the Glutton Flower King. However, he felt that the underground waterways in the real world were much more dangerous.
Of course, this was only his personal experience. If he told this to Sunders, he would probably get a cold stare from the old man. But in the next few days or months, he would probably encounter all kinds of difficult missions or tests given by Sunders. That was how the "Jealous Man" worked.
His mind wandered as he followed the red mark.
He was walking alone, but it wasn't as lonely as he thought. For one thing, Angor was running on his own. For another, the noise of the Spirit Bond made it difficult for him to feel lonely.
The Spirit Bond didn't break just because they separated. In fact, the Spirit Bond had always been quiet.
Dorcas once again proved how noisy he could be. For some reason, Vale was inexplicably excited, and he would reply to anyone who threw a question or two. Even Kael, who usually did not speak much in the Spirit Bond, would occasionally reply to prove that he was still alive.
The Dark Earl was the only one who remained silent. But it was only on the surface. The Dark Earl did not speak through the Spirit Bond, but he did try to contact Angor.
Black Earl: "How's the situation on your side?"
It sounded like a concerned question, but it was actually a meaningless question. Angor believed that the Dark Count must have something else to tell him.
"I'm not in any danger at the moment. I'm still climbing the ladder. Oh, that's right. After we parted ways, the stairs changed a little. There were no longer those strange paths. Instead, it became a normal flight of stairs that extended all the way. " Angor knew Count Dark had other intentions, but as a junior, he still answered the question seriously. He also asked politely, "Is everything alright on your side, Mister Black?"
After a moment, Black Earl slowly spoke, "I saw the statue of the urinating child you mentioned."
A statue of the urinating child? Angor didn't know how to react at first. But when he did, he realized that the urinating child statue was right at the entrance of the Stairs of Hanging Prison.
Could it be that the Black Earl had already left the alternate dimension?
Angor: "???" So fast! Was he already out?
Black Earl seemed to have sensed Angor's surprise. "To be precise, I saw the exit right after we parted ways. But I'm still inside the dimension. I only sent a clone out to confirm that it's the urinating child statue you mentioned. "
Black Earl didn't send his clone out for safety reasons. He was worried that the Spirit Bond would break if he left the dimension.
"Where are the others?"
"I'm the only one who found the exit. The others are still on the stairs."
"So, not only are there different paths, but the length of each path is different as well?"
"I think so. Maybe it's something special here? " Black Earl paused. "But that's not why I'm looking for you. I sent my clone into the Stairs of Hanging Prison for a bit. The situation inside was a little unexpected. "
"Did you find anything, mister?" Angor wondered. He once went inside the Stairs of Hanging Prison in the Nightmare Realm. There shouldn't be anything strange about the first few levels.
"It's broken."
"Broken?" Angor hesitated. "You mean the inside of the Stairs of Hanging Prison is broken, mister?"
The Black Earl said, "Yes, the internal space is completely shattered. Also, there are some unstable regions floating in the dark void."
Angor remembered Sisya saying that the connection between the upper levels was broken. How come the lower levels were broken already? "What about the stairs?" Angor quickly asked.
"There are some broken parts, but the whole thing is still there. We should be able to climb it."
Angor sighed in relief. If even the stairs were broken, they didn't need to find the Wood Spirit anymore. The broken stairs meant that the lower levels were no longer safe. Considering the cowardly nature of the Wood Spirit, it would never stay in the Stairs of Hanging Prison.
But even if the stairs were still there, the lower levels were already broken. Was the Wood Spirit really still inside the Stairs of Hanging Prison?
Angor was now regretting not asking about the Stairs of Hanging Prison in Sisya because he already went there in the Nightmare Realm.
Furthermore, he had completely neglected one thing.
Sisya's information was delayed!
All of her information had been given to her by the Chief Sovereign of Wisdom upon his arrival. The last time the Wise Ones came was probably a few years or even decades ago. It was possible that the Stairs of Hanging Prison changed during that time. Or the Wood Spirit changed its location.
"Is the damage on the lower levels serious?" Angor thought about it and asked.
"It's more serious at the edge. There seems to be a magic array around the stairs, so there aren't many broken parts. But … it's not completely safe."
Of course, Angor knew what Count Dark meant by his last sentence.
Black Earl also thought the same. The Wood Spirit might have already moved.
"I see. I'll tell you more when we meet."
"Okay." Black Earl paused and continued, "It was Daytime's idea to use the Wood Spirit to please the Wise Ruler. It might not work. We'll just change our path. "
Black Earl's tone was calm, but Angor could feel the concern in his words.
Angor was feeling a little frustrated. If the Wood Spirit really wasn't in the Stairs of Hanging Prison, he would be the one who took the most responsibility. After all, he was the one who made all the arrangements.
His overconfidence often caused him to overlook many details. Angor didn't want to reveal the existence of the Nightmare Realm, so he didn't dare to speak too directly. This also caused the others to not notice the flaw and had to follow Angor's plan.
This was also a "lesson" Angor learned from his first time as a leader.
He didn't know whether the "lesson" was real or not, but he already began to reflect on it.
"If there really is a problem, I'll make other preparations." Angor considered. "But whether we can find the Wood Spirit or not, I'm sure the Wise Ruler will be influenced by it."
"Oh, you're so sure?"
"Daytime is just a guard, so his words might not carry enough weight. But Cisia's status is special, so her words should be more valuable. As for Sisya's suggestion, it was to use the wood spirits to gain the favor of the Wise Sovereign, so I believe it should be useful. "
Black Earl's response was quick, but his attention was now focused on Cisia. "Cisia's status is special? Do you know who she is? "
"I don't. But Cisia told me many times that she's special. Before she transformed into a box, she was as powerful as the Wise Ruler. I don't know if it's true or not, but since Cisia has the authority to control this dimension, she's at least much more powerful than Daytime. "
Black Earl remained silent for a while before he spoke again, "Then let's hope her suggestion works."
"Also, let's hope her message doesn't expire …"
Black Earl chuckled and ended the conversation.
…
Angor listened to everyone talking in high spirits through the Spirit Bond. They were worried about their future, but at the same time, they were also looking forward to it. Angor felt a little guilty.
If the Wood Spirit really left, their trip would be in vain, and they would lose Yi Han's item.
Angor considered for a moment before he picked up his pace. He wanted to leave this place as soon as possible so that he could check the exit of the Stairs of Hanging Prison.
However, he only accelerated for a few seconds before he came to a sudden halt.
Deep inside his mind, he just received a notification that someone had entered the dream wasteland.
Previously, he only knew Sunders, Rein, Tree Spirit, Nai Meicui, and the Watcher.
But not long ago, Angor added another person who would actively use the Dream Gate to send out a message — Cisia!
Cisia was a "Primordial Worshipper" from ten thousand years ago. She was also the "Primordial Teacher" Angor prepared for Dodoro so that Dodoro could better develop his own abilities. However, he still needed to observe Cisia's personality, how ambitious she was, and whether she would try to brainwash Dodoro. So, he set Cisia as a "Primordial Person".
Just now, he received the notification that Cisia had entered the dream wasteland.
This was the first time Cisia willingly entered the dream wasteland.
At first, Angor didn't plan to meet Cisia in person. He wanted to let her slowly get to know more about the dream wasteland. This was a relatively gentle way to help Cisia get to know more about the dream wasteland.
But now, he had no choice but to meet Cisia.
He needed to get a more specific answer from Cissy about the situation that he didn't understand before. Now that he couldn't go back, he had to go to the dream wasteland to see Cisia.
Besides, he was traveling alone, so no one would notice him even if he went to the dream wasteland.
With that in mind, he made up his mind.
Instead of going forward, he sat down on the stairs with his legs crossed.
Since he didn't move forward, the red mark floated around him and released several glimmering lights.
Cisia told him that he would be safe as long as he followed the mark. However, he wasn't going to risk his life for a red mark whose depth he didn't know.
He already knew how dangerous the darkness outside was. Just now, Dodoro almost got swallowed by the shadow.
If he wanted to go to the dream wasteland, he had to be fully prepared.
The right people and the right time were all in place. The only thing he lacked was "geographical advantage".
As for the location, it was actually the easiest thing for him to do. If the place was "unfavorable", he just had to change it into "favorable".
As for how? As an illusionist and alchemist, it wasn't hard for him to do that.
Soon, the red light disappeared into the darkness.
It wasn't that the red mark disappeared. Instead, Angor used several layers of illusions to cover the entire area, which was called his Nightmare Domain.
The red mark floated above the luxurious Nightmare Domain like a red lamp, illuminating the entire domain with a layer of crimson light.
After setting up the illusions, Angor suppressed the aura around him to the minimum. After making sure everything was safe, he sat down on the sofa and slowly closed his eyes.
…
Cisia didn't expect to enter the dream wasteland again after such a short period of time.
The dream wasteland was simply too alluring for Cisia, who had been alone for tens of thousands of years.
She had gone offline after chatting with Bobota for a while. She did not have the time to enjoy the sunshine or the fragrance of the earth. For ordinary people, such things were as common as air. They were so common that they had almost forgotten about their existence.
But for Cisia, whether it was sunlight, rain, soil, grass, or even a withered flower, she could feel the power of "life".
She had never felt anything like this in her life.
After Angor and the others left, Cisia sat on her throne, took off her ornament, then put it back on again. After repeating this several times, she knew she couldn't avoid it anymore. Even if she could control herself, her heart had already fallen for it.
The beauty of life, the beauty of a body, was something she couldn't resist.
Since she wanted to explore the dream wasteland so much, she might as well go.
Cisia reactivated her ornament and walked across the dream bridge. When she opened her eyes again, she found herself in the main hall of Padt Manor again.
"Ah!" Someone called out to her.
Cisia instinctively turned her head and put up her guard, but she realized it was a fat middle-aged woman who had spoken.
"Oh, it's Miss Sisya. You scared me when you suddenly came online." After the auntie exclaimed in surprise, she immediately showed a kind and gentle expression when she saw the person's face.
"You're … Head Maid Mana?" Cisia remembered that Head Maid Mana brought her all kinds of delicious food before she talked with Bobota.
Cisia hadn't eaten anything for ten thousand years, so she couldn't help but enjoy the cream of mushroom soup even though she tried her best to control herself. This made Head Maid Mana very happy as well. It was undoubtedly a happy thing that the chef's food was recognized by the diners.
Because of this cream of mushroom soup, Cissia remembered Head Maid Mana's name.
"Miss Cisia, you only met me once, and you already remembered my name. I like you even more now." Head Maid Mana grabbed Cece's hand. "By the way, Mr. Chown ordered a bowl of egg fried rice with spring onions. I made a few servings. Miss Cece, you must come and try them."
Before Cisia could react, Head Maid Mana had already dragged her to the kitchen.
Cisia was strong enough to break free from Head Maid Mana's grip, but she could tell that Head Maid Mana didn't mean any harm. Moreover, her straightforward expression of "love" was also incomparably sincere.
Cisia couldn't refuse such kindness.
It had been a long time since she felt something like this.
Head Maid Mana liked this little girl very much, just like what Sisya had sensed. She even guessed that this girl, who was brought home by the young master for the first time, might be the young master's sweetheart.
Because of this, Head Maid Mana naturally treated Cisia with care. After all, Angor and Leon were both brought up by Head Maid Mana, and she wanted to see them get married soon.
But Head Maid Mana probably wouldn't think this way if she knew Cisia's real age.
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