Angor took out the piece of wood and turned the painting into ashes. In the depths of the underground maze, in a hidden dark space, a pair of dark green eyes suddenly opened.
Following her awakening, a faint light immediately floated around her.
The light didn't cover a large area, but it was enough to see her silhouette.
She was a beautiful woman who was lying on a bed of red flowers. Her long blond hair was scattered around her temples. Her prismatic earrings swayed gently as she sat up.
If Angor and the others saw her now, they would see that she looked exactly the same as the blonde peasant woman in Idyllic Countryside.
The only difference was that the woman in the painting had lustful eyes, while this woman's eyes were as deep and cold as the boundless forest.
The woman sat up and fell into deep thought.
Why did she wake up? Wait, the sentry post of the Stairs of Hanging Prison was destroyed?
Who did it? The Wise Lord? No, he still needs my help. Besides, he needs my help to fix the magic array. He didn't need to destroy the sentry post. Besides, the Stairs of Hanging Prison was of no value to the Wise Lord.
Was there anyone else other than the Wise Lord?
Was it the slumbering obsessives? No. None of the sentry posts showed any signs of awakening obsessives. Also, Slave Youu would inform her as soon as they woke up.
If it wasn't the obsessives or the Wise Lord, then there were only two options left.
First, a monster in the void. Second, a wood spirit.
Was the former possible? Not likely. Unless they fell into the void, monsters wouldn't attack living beings on the stairs.
As for the wood spirit … She already observed it a hundred years ago. It was as timid as a mouse. Even the slightest movement could scare it into playing dead. The sentry point of the Stairs of Hanging Prison was also made by the wood spirit's derivative. With the wood spirit's personality, it would have sensed its derivative and understood that there had been danger there. It would definitely not go there again.
Also, she vaguely sensed a strange energy flow somewhere in the magic array of the Stairs of Hanging Prison. The wood spirit should be there instead of running to the ruins.
Since it wasn't a monster or a wood spirit, there were no other options.
As the blonde woman pondered, she suddenly raised her head and looked into the depths of the darkness.
After staring quietly for a few seconds, a male voice that sounded like the unique voice of a circus clown rang out from the darkness.
"Aiyaya, have I been discovered again? I'm so envious. Adanis is clearly sleeping every day, so why is she even more powerful than the poor Olao? "
As the voice sounded, a tall and thin silhouette vaguely appeared in the darkness.
"Because I'm cultivating. As for you, you look like you're working hard, but you're just fishing in troubled waters," the woman called Adanis said calmly.
"Here we go again. Every time I say that you're sleeping, you say that you're cultivating. Do you think I'm a fool? I've fought alongside Master before. I know very well what it's like to sleep! "
Adanis said softly, "It's fine if you don't believe me … Also, why are you here?"
"It's hard for me not to notice the light coming from your side. However, you only slept for a short period of time this time. Before, it was a few months or a few years. This time, how many times have you woken up in a day? Why? Did you have a nightmare? "
Adanis pondered for a moment and looked at the indistinct silhouette in the darkness. "What do you mean I've woken up many times? I've only woken up once. "
"Once? Why do I remember it being twice? Did I remember wrongly? "The funny tone made it hard to tell if it was intentional or not.
Adanis said calmly, "You remembered wrongly."
"Alright, then I'll take it that I saw wrongly." He seemed to have taken a step back, but there was a hint of mockery in his tone.
Moreover, Adanis had noticed Olao's choice of words. At first, he was muttering to himself, "Did I remember wrongly?" But now, he was saying, "Just take it that I saw wrongly."
One was a memory error, and the other was a vision error. The difference between the two was rather obvious.
Adanis lowered her eyebrows. "You're not here to make fun of me, right?"
"Am I making fun of you?" With his strange tone, anyone who wasn't an idiot could tell that he was being sarcastic.
"If you don't tell me why you're here, I'll go back to sleep," Adanis said as she gently fiddled with the blood-red flowers on the ground.
"A wise person isn't stupid. Don't be fooled." Although his tone was still a little exaggerated, it was clearly more sincere than before.
Adanis snorted lightly and didn't reply.
"Also, stopping them isn't a solution. They might not be the ones we're waiting for, but they're still Noah's descendants. If we don't even give them a chance, what do you think Master will think when he comes back?"
Adanis said, "The Master you speak of won't come back."
Olao said, "I know you have complaints about Master. It doesn't matter. But Adanis, you must remember that we're born in the darkness and grow in the darkness, but that doesn't mean we belong to the darkness. "
After saying this, Olao's figure gradually disappeared into the darkness. He only left one sentence. "I won't change any of your decisions, and it's the same this time. But you might not be able to stop them because a wise person isn't stupid. While you're using him, he's also testing you … "
"… It's not our destiny to wallow in the darkness … We'll leave this place one day …"
The voice slowly dissipated, and Olao's figure completely disappeared.
Adanis looked at the endless darkness. After a long time, she muttered softly, "We're different."
After Adanis spat out these words, she fell silent for a while before returning her thoughts to the destruction of the outpost of the Stairs of Hanging Prison.
Although Olao's sudden appearance interrupted her train of thought, their conversation provided her with new ideas.
Because there were very few outsiders in the underground sewers, especially those who arrived at the Stairs of Hanging Prison, she only thought of the local creatures in the underground sewers and ignored this group of people.
"If they're Noah's descendants, then it's possible." Adanis frowned, and her expression was doubtful.
She didn't doubt their reason for destroying the outpost, because ignorant people would always do ignorant things. Even if the outpost was destroyed, it could be rebuilt.
What she was more concerned about and doubtful was, "How did they destroy the outpost?"
Although the overall energy level of the outpost she left at the Stairs of Hanging Prison wasn't high, its technology combined mageweath, mirror image, and space, which was very confusing.
If they simply destroyed the painting, the outpost would be reborn after a period of time.
But now, not only was the painting destroyed, but even the mageweath, mirror image, and space were all destroyed.
This was a little unbelievable.
A wise person could also destroy the outpost, but he relied on brute force to destroy it. Even a wise person couldn't destroy three checkpoints at the same time easily.
"What's the situation with the Noah's descendants this time …"
Adanis pondered for a moment, but she still couldn't sit still. This was because she had an inexplicable feeling of uneasiness, as if something big was about to happen.
"No, I have to let Younu go and see the situation," Adanis murmured softly, and then slowly lay down, crouching in the gorgeous flowers.
As Adanis' breathing gradually stabilized, she seemed to have entered a state of hibernation. However, the diamond-shaped mirror ornaments hanging from her neck and ears began to flicker non-stop.
In the darkness, Olao looked at Adanis' sparkling ornaments from afar, and his expression was a little complicated.
After a moment of silence, Olao slowly reached out his hand, and there was a thin circular lens in the center of his palm.
This lens was the same as Adanis' ornaments, flickering non-stop. Through the image on the lens, Olao clearly saw Adanis' figure shuttling through the void of darkness.
"She went out again?"
Olao's five fingers clenched slightly, and for a moment, the thought of crushing the lens appeared in his mind.
He was the one who opened up the dark tunnel bit by bit. If he crushed the lens, Adanis would be completely lost, unable to find the beginning and end.
But in the end, Olao didn't break the lens. Instead, he lowered the brim of his hat and walked back into the abyss of darkness.
…
Inside the Stairs of Hanging Prison.
Angor was using the illusion he left in the outside world to sense the Wise Man's emotional changes.
He purposely mentioned that the thin film on the surface of the painting was like a mirror. This was not only a hint to his companions, but also to test the Wise Man's reaction.
However, when the Wise Man realized that Angor could sense emotions, the Wise Man's emotional feedback became very weak.
Even Angor couldn't sense the Wise Man's emotional changes after actively suppressing them. However, this was only temporary. Angor's real body was inside the Stairs of Hanging Prison, and he had to use the illusion to sense the Wise Man's emotions. If he stood in front of the Wise Man's real body right now, the result would be very different.
"I've never heard the name of the artist you speak of, but I believe that the artist you speak of is real, and the painting is real as well. The other works of the artist you created using your illusory techniques are also real … however, I can't be certain whether or not your words are true." The Wise Sovereign said that he couldn't be certain, but his tone was extremely certain. He didn't believe in such a coincidence.
"If you can't be sure, then let's keep watching." Angor chuckled. "Maybe there really is such a coincidence in this world?"
Dorcas also chimed in, "Yeah, there are too many coincidences in this world. Maybe it's a coincidence that we're here, or maybe it's fate. If fate is guiding us, then these coincidences aren't just coincidences. They're gifts from fate. "
Dorcas paused and continued in a joking tone, "Maybe even the wood spirit knows Angor."
Dorcas was protecting Angor, but deep down, he didn't believe in such coincidences either. However, they were on the same side, and there was a contract between them. Protecting a partner was protecting the common interest.
The Wise Man glanced at Dorcas and then looked at Angor again. "Then I'll keep watching. Let's see if the coincidences you're talking about keep popping up one after another."
With that, the Wise Man stepped aside and didn't say anything else.
Since the Wise Man didn't say anything, Dorcas naturally changed the topic. He ran to Angor and asked, "Who's … that blonde woman?"
Dorcas was going to ask if the blonde woman was the woman in the Mirror Demon. However, with the Wise Man around, he could only ask in a roundabout way.
"I don't know. Maybe she's the one who hung the painting here?"
Angor glanced at the Wise Man. He tried to ask the Wise Man to answer, but the Wise Man didn't say anything this time.
Seeing no response, Angor shrugged and gave Dorcas a knowing look, telling him to figure it out himself.
He didn't know whether it was the woman in the Mirror Demon or not. However, all the abnormalities in the painting came from the outer layer of the mirror-like material. Besides, the blonde woman's side profile did look like the woman in the Mirror Demon's emblem. Even if it wasn't the Mirror Demon, Angor believed that it had something to do with it.
However, he didn't have to worry about the Mirror Demon for now. If the Mirror Demon was related to Augustine, they would meet sooner or later. If it wasn't, Angor didn't want to cause unnecessary trouble. After all, Cissia had already entered the dream wasteland, and there was still a chance for her to learn the secret of the underground waterway.
Besides, there was something else he needed to do.
He lowered his head and looked at the dark log on the ground.
Maybe … he could do that since it was a spawn of the wood spirit.
As Angor pondered, he heard the Wise Man's voice. "If you take it with you, you'll have a lower chance of running into a wood spirit."
"Why?" It was Dorcas who asked the question.
"If this is a spawn of the wood spirit, shouldn't the wood spirit show up on its own?" Dorcas asked.
"Wood spirits are good at sensing auras. It's already difficult for you to find them. If you take their spawn with you, you'll just tell them where you are. Knowing the wood spirit, it'll hide first instead of showing up.
Besides, the spawn has been here for so many years, and it never came looking for you. Why do you think the wood spirit will show up on its own if you take it with you? "
Dorcas rubbed his chin and showed an enlightened look.
If the wood spirit really wanted to find its spawn, it would have done so long ago. But it never looked for it, which meant it didn't care. Or maybe it was more afraid than it cared. Out of sight, out of mind.
Now that he thought about it, the wood spirit was really a weirdo.
"You still want to take it with you?" Dorcas looked at Angor and saw that the boy was still holding the piece of wood. It seemed the boy was still trying to draw something.
"Why not?" Angor didn't even look up.
"Aren't you worried that you won't find the wood spirit?"
Angor stopped gesturing and looked at Dorcas. "Like you said, the wood spirit might recognize me and come looking for me.
Besides, do you think I can find the wood spirit without this? "
"If the result is uncertain, why not take it with you? It's still a supernatural material. "
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