"Wish me good luck? Heh, he's just trying to be mysterious. "Felicia raised her eyebrows and snorted indifferently.
"Sis, he's asleep?" Greya pointed at Angor who suddenly fell asleep on the table with a confused look.
Felicia chuckled. "Probably … too tired."
Angor was brought into a vast chaotic space by the fluttering butterflies. Angor was familiar with this place. Back in Sky Tower, he was dragged here by Parasite Queen and Ness.
This was the Soul Realm, a place where one couldn't tell if it was real or fake. It could be said to be inside the human body, but it could also be said to be outside of the human body. It was widely believed by Soul Wizards to be in another dimension, the manifestation of the light of human spirituality in another dimension.
He didn't know what was happening to him. All he knew was that there were butterflies flying around him, and he couldn't control himself as they dragged him deeper into Soul Space.
He looked around and realized that he didn't have a body, and he couldn't escape from the butterflies. Angor considered for a moment. He had separated his soul from his body before, so he was sure that he wasn't a soul right now. Also, he wasn't in the "God's View" state when he fought against Parasite Queen. Since he wasn't a soul and had the ability to think on his own, did that mean he was a collection of consciousness?
For now, Angor decided to accept the fact that he was still in his consciousness cloud.
Then, he discovered a possible truth. Maybe he wasn't being carried around by the butterflies. He was walking on his own, and the butterflies were following him.
This was the only explanation why the butterflies brought his consciousness cloud into the Soul Realm.
There was no special way to find one's soul in this vast Soul Realm. One had to rely on one's consciousness as a guide.
Following the fluttering butterflies, Angor soon arrived at a familiar place.
He saw his own soul. Unlike the last time he saw it, there was a grassland shining with green light under his feet. Something that looked like cotton floats around his soul. It looked like snowflakes or dandelions.
The environment changed, and so did the soul itself. It became more solid and purer.
Next, his consciousness cloud left the butterflies and merged with his soul.
Standing in the center of the grassland, his soul slowly opened his eyes.
…
Felicia sensed Angor's consciousness cloud returning to his soul, but she didn't mind. It was all part of her plan. What she cared more about was the soul, which was so solid that it was like a real body, and the grassland under the soul's feet that was obviously defensive.
Felicia thought for a moment and controlled a butterfly to enter the grassland.
The butterflies moved leisurely. The grass and butterflies looked very harmonious, but this was only limited to the outside world. As soon as Felicia's butterfly stepped into Soul Grassland, the random cotton balls in the air suddenly scattered spores, which fell to the ground and turned into green grass. The spores touched Felicia's body, which then dissolved into energy particles that were absorbed by Soul Grassland.
"Green velvet?" Felicia squinted her eyes and said, "The Green Velvet is of high quality. Maybe it's already half-ripe?"
Meanwhile, Angor was also trying to figure out what the Soul Grassland was.
Looking at the floating fluff and the spores, Angor immediately thought of Green Velvet.
But the Green Velvet didn't look like this before. Why did it change like this? He couldn't enter Soul Space on his own, so he had no idea what was going on there. He could only sense the strange movement of his soul. The last time he felt it, it was in Soul Genesis Garden. When he tried to approach the temple on top of the mountain, he was knocked out by the powerful pulse.
Could it be that the coma had caused the Green Velvet to turn into a grassland?
He didn't know why, but when he saw a butterfly being melted by the spores, he calmed down a little. At least for now, it seemed the Green Velvet was still there, and it was more suitable than before.
"Lady Felicia?" He couldn't move or speak as a soul, but he could still use his emotion ripples to send a message.
After a while, a complicated emotion was transmitted over, "What a beautiful Soul Grassland. Looks like my Midnight Butterfly Dance was unnecessary."
"Since you've seen it, sir, my soul should be protected. Should we retreat?" Angor looked at the butterflies outside the grassland.
His soul was pure, and his eyes were brighter than his body. They looked as if they could hold the stars in the sky.
Felicia couldn't help but praise Angor. If only those eyes were real, she could dig them out and keep them in her collection.
"Retreat? Of course I will. But I'm very curious about your soul. Do you mind if I observe it for a bit longer? "
Angor didn't say anything. He knew Felicia wouldn't leave without satisfying her curiosity. So what was the point of saying that?
"I can tell you something in return," Felicia spoke again. "This piece of Green Velvet is close to maturity. A mature Green Velvet might not be a good thing for you." Felicia's voice sounded again.
"Why?"
"There's no reason. I'm not your teacher. If you want to know, go check it out yourself," Felicia said calmly.
Angor remained silent again. Felicia sneered. "You're smart, aren't you?"
Felicia continued to observe Angor's soul. Ordinary souls had a basic shape, but most of them were translucent. Angor's soul, on the other hand, looked exactly like a real person, and he was wearing a robe.
If Angor ejected his soul, no one would be able to tell whether he was a real person or not.
Such a solid soul. "You're a Soul Manipulator?" Felicia asked.
"No." Angor's expression didn't change at all.
It was rare for someone who wasn't a Soul Manipulator to have such a solid soul. At least, it was rare among apprentices. However, what kind of special attraction did such a soul have to make Isabelle, a Magus with high standards, look at it in a different light?
Felicia decided to keep probing.
Under Felicia's control, the black and white butterflies flew into the grassland.
Compared to the previous black butterflies, this one was much stronger this time. Green Velvet spores penetrated the butterflies' bodies, but they didn't touch the spores at all.
The butterflies seemed to have angered the Green Velvet. Countless grasses were pulled up from the ground and turned into vines. They surrounded the black and white butterflies with an airtight attack.
However, the butterflies didn't seem to be afraid at all.
It was as if he had an illusory body. Under the attack of the vines, he directly escaped into another void.
Just as the butterflies were about to reach Angor, the Green Velvet made a final effort to trap Angor and released several white flowers.
However, when the butterflies approached Angor, the cage-like vines suddenly disappeared and returned to the grassland.
"You canceled your protection?" Felicia asked.
"I can't stop them anyway. Why bother?"
Felicia chuckled. Angor couldn't tell whether she was mocking him or feeling proud.
The first butterfly landed on Angor's soul. The second, the third … In the end, Angor's soul was covered with butterflies.
Angor closed his eyes and allowed the butterflies to crawl on his soul.
It did not take long for the black and white butterflies to report back to Felicia.
"The quality of his soul is very high." "His soul is as solid as an apprentice's." "Wait, that's …"
Felicia looked at Angor curiously. "Your soul is as strong as a wizard's. Did a Soul Manipulator give you soul energy? It's similar to — "
"Revenant's Salvation, Mister Ness."
"So it's him. That old pervert is willing to spend at least five years of his soul refining power to help you condense your soul?" Felicia asked curiously.
"My professor took me there," Angor explained.
Felicia frowned as the image of a person flashed through her mind.
She did not ask who Angor's teacher was because she already had a good idea of who that person was. However, to avoid further trouble, she decided to test Angor's soul under the pretense of "I don't know who you are". This way, she could use "ignorance" as an excuse to avoid further trouble. Besides, she didn't think her professor would care about such a thing.
However, Felicia began to doubt herself after hearing Angor's words. She wondered if she had guessed wrong. According to Angor, his professor cared a lot about him and even asked that old pervert to spend years of soul energy to help Angor purify his soul. How could someone who cared so much about Angor's soul be a cold-hearted person?
Could it be that she had guessed wrongly? Was Angor's professor … Rein Mute? Or Wallace?
But if it was one of them, she didn't know what to do. Both of them were very protective of their students, and Greya mentioned that she couldn't afford to offend them. "Silencer" Rein Mute was the real leader of Brute Cavern, and he was a level-3 wizard.
Felicia hesitated. Should she continue?
She considered for a moment and decided to ignore it. She didn't really want to kill Angor anyway. She didn't want to kill Angor anyway. She didn't want to find out the secrets of an apprentice's soul, so she didn't need to fight to the death.
She cast aside her worries and kept using the butterfly to check Angor's soul.
This time, she decided to go inside Angor's soul directly.
"Since he already has the Soul Furnace, he should be able to learn more Soul Manipulator spells," Felicia thought. Felicia thought to herself, But why do I feel a strange sense of stagnation when I enter his soul?
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