"That's great," Angor muttered to himself.
To use Sweet Dream, one had to go through the Pink Wind first. The Pink Wind could soothe one's mind and remove the burden from one's mind.
With such a soothing mood, Angor could fall asleep again. Sweet Dream was still a pleasant dream.
Probably not many people would be able to withstand this series of critical strikes of positive energy.
The benefits were naturally great. Their abilities were compatible and complementary, which meant that they complemented each other. But there was also a downside. It would make it easier to get addicted.
"Take a look. Let me know if you have any ideas." Laplace's voice reached Angor's ears.
Angor looked back and saw Laplace sitting on a branch outside the tree. Her long silver hair was fluttering in the wind.
She was looking into the distance quietly. Angor wondered what she was thinking.
Since he was already outside Sweet Dream, he might as well take a look around first.
Angor gently landed on the platform on top of the tree.
He was about 20 meters away from Sweet Dream.
He walked forward step by step. When he was ten meters away, he already felt some changes in his emotions. His restless heart was slowly calming down.
This change in mood could be clearly felt, but strangely, it didn't feel out of place at all.
It was the Pink Wind's ability, no doubt.
Angor stopped and tried to sense it. As he did, his expression became more and more strange.
The Pink Wind wasn't very effective. Angor could easily get rid of the effect. But … no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find the reason why the Pink Wind could calm people down.
The Pink Wind worked directly on one's emotions, but there was no trace of it at all. It was as if Angor was adjusting his or her own mood instead of being affected by the outside world.
Others might not think much of it, but Angor's Beyonder Perception still couldn't find any trace of it. It was quite strange.
The most important thing was that the pink wind was only reflected, and it was impossible for it to be perfectly restored during the reflection process. Angor believed that the Pink Wind's "real body" was even more mysterious.
If the Pink Wind was already so strange, the special place in the real world must be even more mysterious.
"Did you feel anything when you were here?" Angor asked Dangros.
Dankrose thought for a moment and replied, "I don't know how to describe it, but I feel very calm."
It seemed that this pink wind was not only effective on living people, but also on elemental creatures.
If that was the case, would it affect Spirit and the awakened demons under the control of the Distorted Seed?
He considered and asked the same question to Wood Spirit and Elmi.
However, the wood spirit did not answer. It only curled up even tighter in fear, which almost caused Angor's arm to bleed.
He couldn't count on the wood spirits anymore. Even if the pink wind was calming, it wouldn't be able to suppress their natural instincts.
As for Elmi, the feedback he received was the same as usual.
From the looks of it, the Distorted Seed seemed to be of a higher level than the Pink Wind? Come to think of it, the main material of the Distorted Seed was Chaos Source, and Chaos Source was something that even Ku Lori was afraid of.
He did not think too much and kept moving forward.
When he was about five meters away from the Pink Wind, Angor finally sensed a trace of Mystery energy. But just as he was about to probe further, Laplace's voice rang in his ear: "What's the matter?
"If you don't want to fall asleep, don't go any further. The setting I set for these Pink Winds is that they will automatically open up a path for people to enter once they are within five meters of them. "
"Once the Pink Wind is activated and the path is opened, you'll automatically walk inside under the influence of Sweet Dream. When that happens, you'll have to sleep even if you don't want to.
"Unless you can resist the Mystery energy."
Resist the Mystery energy? Angor decided against it. If he could resist the Mystery energy, the Germinal Sect would not have developed so well.
Since Laplace said so, Angor decided to step back.
He retreated to ten meters away from Laplace.
He could not study Sweet Dream at close range for now. Besides, "studying" was not his main focus. So he decided to leave for now.
However, before leaving the Pink Wind, he did not forget about the mural on top of the tree.
He saw the mural as soon as he landed on the wooden platform he was standing on. He was too focused on Sweet Dream to notice it. Now, he could take a closer look.
Angor walked around the platform for a while.
After getting a general idea of what the mural looked like, he left the platform.
After leaving the platform, he pointed a finger in the air and created an illusion of a plane.
It was the same mural he saw before.
Usually, murals were used to record "hymns", "disasters", or "myths and history". In other words, murals were mostly related to "gods" and "beliefs".
In order to express themselves more clearly, most of the murals were very straightforward. There wouldn't be too obscure or ambiguous interpretations.
This mural, however, was completely different. It was full of meaningless lines. If not for the alternating light and dark, Angor would think it was some kind of unknown rune.
Angor studied the mural carefully and still could not understand it.
There were some words on the side that seemed to be introducing the mural, but they were all variants of Abyss Language. Angor still could not understand them.
"Is it because I can't understand it with normal logic?" Angor muttered to himself. He then looked at Dangros. "Come here and have a look. Can you understand it?"
Dangros was very excited at first. But when he heard Angor's question, his face turned sour. "You're the one who's not normal. I … I don't understand it either."
Dangros was not trying to defy Angor. He really could not understand the mural.
Angor then looked at Elmi. Elmi sent back a confused message. Clearly, Elmi did not understand what Angor was doing.
"Maybe it's not a painting?" Dangros asked.
"Since Laplace said it's a painting, then let's see it as one."
If Angor considered the mural as a painting, he would consider it as an abstract painting.
"Abstract painting?" Angor muttered. Was this really an abstract painting?
Angor learned how to appreciate abstract paintings when he was young. But it was not Jon who taught him. Jon's understanding of abstract paintings was that if you could not understand them, you should praise them as much as you can. Then, you should talk about your life experiences and the principles of the world. Anyway, other people probably could not understand abstract paintings anyway.
Angor felt that this was a little too perfunctory, so he seriously studied abstract paintings. He learned it from Abstract Art Appreciation on his hologram tablet.
After learning it, Angor learned a lot.
He felt that Jon was right.
Just like how there were a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand people, abstract paintings followed the path of idealism. If you said you understood the philosophy of life, no one could refute it.
You could say anything you wanted.
Even if the author of the painting was standing in front of you and you said you understood life because of the painting, the author could not refute it.
This was similar to Gleipnir's situation. The author had the right to interpret the painting normally. But if you over-interpreted it, you would not understand anything even if you were the author.
Jon's opinion was not wrong.
But then again, "Appreciation of Abstract Painting Art" didn't completely advocate for everyone to freely understand. It also had its own content.
Color, the whole, and finally, the human heart.
The combination of colors was very important in abstract paintings. Many connoisseurs judged abstract paintings based on color.
If this mural was an abstract painting, would he learn something from the color?
With this thought in mind, Angor looked at the mural on the ground again.
The mural on the ground was carved. It did not have traditional colors. But if the light and shadow were colors …
Angor looked at the light and shadow on the mural and pondered.
Time ticked away. Angor did not move until he heard footsteps beside him. He slowly looked up.
The footsteps were undoubtedly from Laplace.
Laplace saw Angor staying silent for a long time and the illusion of the mural floating in front of him, so he came to check.
Angor looked up, but Laplace noticed that Angor was not looking at him. Instead, he was looking at the sky.
Laplace also looked up in confusion. Is there something wrong with the sky?
A moment later, Angor spoke again, "Is there no night here?"
Laplace nodded. "Yes. Whatever the outside world looks like when it's reflected, it's the same inside. If it's night, the reflected space will always be night until it's destroyed. If it's daytime, it will always be daytime. There will be no change. "
"There's no light of dawn or sunset. Don't you think it's boring?"
"No. I can't see the light of dawn here, but I can see it in another space. There's no starlight here. I can solidify another space with starlight. "
Angor scratched his head. "You're right. You can use your power to solidify the space and keep the best time."
The best time? Laplace opened his mouth to argue, but he did not say anything in the end.
What was good was only seen in the eyes of outsiders. Those who lived in this place would only try their best to survive.
"You've been studying this mural for a long time. Do you have any ideas?" Laplace looked at the floating illusion again.
"Yes, I do. But I don't think it'll help."
"Tell me about it," said Laplace.
Angor did not refuse. He pointed at the illusion again. "Take a look."
Laplace looked at the illusion again, but this time, he was stunned.
Before this, the illusion was still. But now, it was moving. No, it was more accurate to say that Angor added some external force to the illusion instead of saying that the illusion moved.
This external force was called "day and night".
Or rather, it was the change of time.
The morning light of the rising sun illuminated the mural carved on the wooden platform. As the sun rose higher, the light and shadow on the protruding parts of the mural were lengthened, while the sunken parts became less visible.
When noon came, the light and shadow changed again.
In the end, the morning light painted the mural with a thin layer of red.
At first glance, the mural did not change much. Only the light and shadow changed a little.
However, as soon as he accelerated "time", day and night were replaced in one second, and the shadow on the mural turned into a completely different picture that had nothing to do with the original one.
It was still abstract, but it looked more like a "painting" than the first one.
If one looked carefully, they could even see some vaguely familiar things.
"Do you see anything?" Angor asked.
Laplace's heterochromatic pupils carefully observed the accelerated illusion of the mural. Various things flashed through his mind, trying to correspond with it.
But … he still could not.
Even if there was a qualitative breakthrough in the murals, Laplace still couldn't understand the pictures drawn by shadows.
"I think so, but I don't know." Laplace shook his head and looked at Angor in a praising tone. "But your discovery is indeed groundbreaking. I never thought about it before. "
"Where's the Sage? He should have noticed it, right? "
Laplace shook his head again. "He didn't tell us."
Laplace didn't say that the Wise Lord didn't know about it, but that didn't mean the Wise Lord didn't know about it.
If Angor could figure it out himself, the Sage should have as well. After all, wizards had seen a lot of light and shadow cantrips.
The mural had deep gouges and protrusions. It could be considered artistic, but when Angor thought about it carefully, he could see that the mural was showing light and shadow.
So the Sage did notice it but did not say anything?
Or would they say that even though the Sovereign of Wisdom had discovered it, he hadn't been able to analyze it?
Just like now, he noticed that the change of light and shadow would change the patterns on the murals, but he still couldn't understand what they meant.
If the previous murals were abstract paintings, then the murals after days and nights of precipitation … were still abstract paintings. However, they were considered light. At the very least, the outlines and shapes could be seen.
"Since you noticed it, you must have some ideas, right?" Laplace looked at Angor expectantly.
Angor pondered for a moment. "I think it looks like … Matryoshka dolls."
Matryoshka dolls? Laplace gave Angor a puzzled look. What was that?
Angor explained, "A toy that looks like a roly-poly toy. You can take it apart from the middle, and there will be a smaller one inside."
Seeing Laplace's puzzled look, Angor thought for a moment and suddenly thought of something.
He didn't think too much about it and directly said, "Swaddling clothes."
"Like a baby's swaddling clothes."
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