The sound in the ear is still there, but what appeared in front of him has already turned into a void.
The previous experience seed like a dream, but the mont he t eyes with the Thief of Ti, it felt as if it truly happened in the twisted spaceti.
Angel didn’t know what happened, nor did he know whether the Thief of Ti truly saw him across ti and space, but that mont deeply imprinted in his heart as if he witnessed a miracle of spaceti.
Putting aside these ethereal illusions, returning to reality.
No matter whether the whispers of the Thief of Ti are true or false, Angel can be sure that the sound of the Dalmatian’s barking is definitely true.
However, Angel looked around, and the Clock Forest was gone. It turned into a void with neither sky above nor ground below, just an empty space without path marks. Looking around, besides darkness, there was only darkness. He couldn’t see the Dalmatian’s shape at all.
But Angel was incredibly certain that he definitely heard the barking before, and precisely because of the barking, the Clock Forest turned into foam and dispersed.
But now, why has the Dalmatian vanished again? Is it unwilling to co out to et him, or is it playing hide and seek with him?
"Good dog, I heard your barking... Don’t hide anymore." Angel spoke to the surrounding void in a tone used to soothe children.
However, there was silence around, with no response.
"You’re a grown-up dog now; you should co out and see . Playing hide and seek is childish." Angel changed his tone to one commonly used by adults, saying, "You’ve grown up, we can have an equal conversation," trying to coax the Dalmatian out.
Unfortunately, the Dalmatian still didn’t fall for it.
It seems the Dalmatian is determined not to et him for the ti being.
However, from the previous barking, it can be inferred that the Dalmatian is probably observing him from so corner in secret. Also, Angel has a vague guess about what just happened.
The Dalmatian letting him see the Clock Forest may have so significance. It’s unexpected that the Thief of Ti could affect him now across past spaceti, so the Dalmatian had to bark loudly to dissipate the illusion.
If this guess is correct, at least the Dalmatian’s heart is still with him. Then, his safety here should be sowhat assured.
As for why the Dalmatian doesn’t co out to see him, perhaps it’s busy with sothing? Perhaps it’s confronting the Thief of Ti? Angel speculated casually.
Since safety isn’t worrying for now.
Angel decided to settle down and wait to see if the Dalmatian would co out to see him after "finishing" its business.
As for exploring the surroundings? If there were visible light points or distinctive landmarks—for instance, a floating platform, drifting ruins, a dream forest, or a twisted passage—he could explore. But now the surroundings are completely dark void without any distinctive things, what would he explore?
Of course, staying still is only a temporary strategy. If a long ti passes and the Dalmatian still doesn’t co, and there are no changes around, Angel will naturally go explore the surroundings.
Besides that, Angel chose to stay put for another reason.
Angel believes the Dalmatian’s actions surely have significance. Like when he saw light on the platform, reached the light, was then sucked into another void by the clocks, and saw the Clock Forest...
This seems like a "guiding" process, and surely behind it is the handiwork of the Dalmatian.
Now it’s not guiding further, perhaps because the guidance is complete, and all that’s needed is waiting.
Combining the two thoughts, Angel decided to hold steady.
Ti slowly passed, and in this pure dark void, Angel didn’t bother calculating how long had passed. Maybe a few minutes, or maybe a few hours.
During this ti, Angel didn’t move a muscle from start to finish, freeing up so attention to the surroundings while the rest of his thoughts reflected on the harvest from witnessing the Beginning of the Mysteries.
The quiet contemplation, along with occasionally materializing several concrete objects filled with a mysterious aura in his hands.
All indicated that Angel’s understanding of mysterious power was becoming deeper and deeper.
Angel himself even felt that as long as he had an appropriate spaceti environnt and corresponding materials, he was confident in refining mysterious objects... or at least half-step mystic ones.
Of course, this was only Angel’s "self-assessnt"; the actual situation might be different.
But at least Angel already had ideas and steps for designing the refinent of mysterious objects... Many Alchemists set their goals at the mysterious level, yet they can’t even figure out how to touch that level, let alone refine.
Like this, Angel had surpassed ninety-nine percent of Alchemists.
During the waiting process, besides deepening knowledge, Angel occasionally thought about other things. For instance, the situation of Gluz Deward, Polo Ye, the Observer, and Wang Wang.
Wang Wang shouldn’t have any issues; it has a bit of a master-servant relationship with the Dalmatian. This ti Wang Wang asked the Dalmatian’s help, indicating their relationship is good.
As for Gluz Deward and Polo Ye, their situation probably isn’t good. After all, Wang Wang’s target was these two, perhaps by now Wang Wang has already begun negotiations with them using the Dalmatian’s power.
However, it’s the Observer that Angel worried about.
The Observer was swallowed this ti mostly because he was impacted. Angel personally thought the Observer was a very good Wizard, but his standards are hard to beco the Dalmatian’s standards.
Perhaps the Observer is suffering along with Gluz Deward right now.
When seeing the Dalmatian, it’s necessary to ntion the matter to it. It doesn’t matter how Polo Ye and Gluz Deward are treated, but for the Observer, it’s better to release him.
But all depends on eting the Dalmatian first.
Dalmatian, where are you?
...
The Observer, who Angel was concerned about, was currently at the edge of a pure white chamber wall, warding a not-so-strong pull while moving.
Since the Dalmatian can enter, there must be an exit from this pure white chamber.
The Observer was now looking for the exit.
However, two hours had passed, and the Observer walked a circle around the edges of the pure white chamber without finding anything. It was seamlessly complete as if made in one piece by an Alchemist.
Could it be that the exit isn’t at the edge, but in the center?
The Observer looked towards the center... Gluz Deward and Polo Ye were still trying hard to ward the pull, unable to move.
It’s worth ntioning that Polo Ye now only had seven tentacles left.
Polo Ye perford an experint before, cutting off a tentacle and allowing that tentacle with a wisp of consciousness to touch the mysterious fruit.
Wanting to see if close contact with the mysterious fruit would make them transform into blood rain like the outside.
It proved to be the sa.
Its tentacle turned into a rain of blood staining the center red.
During this, Gluz Deward also tried to contact the Observer, asking for help at least to drag them to the periter... But with laws and magic vortexes all unusable, for the Observer to save them, he would have to enter the center himself. Wouldn’t that be seeking death? Thus, the Observer could only refuse.
Yet now he couldn’t find an exit on the outer walls, could the exit indeed be sowhere in the middle?
Does he have to return to the center again? But he lacks an effective way to ward off the pull entirely.
The Observer felt sowhat heart weary.
What kind of existence have they provoked this ti... him, a Legendary Wizard; Polo Ye, with legendary combat power; even Gluz Deward at the level of a Level 5 Wizard, despite being just a Divine Thought.
Such a powerful lineup was unexpectedly swallowed by a small puppy that appeared completely non-threatening, without any resistance.
What terrifying existence is that small puppy exactly?
Is there a Great Demon King in the form of a Dalmatian in the void?
Why hasn’t he heard of it before?
The Observer rubbed his sowhat swollen temples, genuinely unable to comprehend what kind of existence the Dalmatian truly was; perhaps it was at the peak of legend, or even sothing greater...
But none of that mattered anymore; what mattered was, what was the Dalmatian’s attitude towards them?
Aha, Angel!
Angel must be connected with the Dalmatian. Ever since Angel returned to the center of the Mist Belt, he conveyed a sense of having no fear, probably bolstered by the Dalmatian.
If only they could find Angel, perhaps they could reveal the truth and leave this place.
But, Angel... where are you?
...
In the dark void, Angel sat on glowing plush grass, eyes half-closed, silently contemplating, quietly waiting.
Ti passed for so long, long enough for Angel’s thoughts to beco untethered steeds that traveled through various dinsions.
The transformation he awaited finally appeared.
Angel vaguely heard a low whistling sound from above.
He suddenly opened his eyes, lifted his head, looking towards the void’s height. However, he saw nothing, perhaps because the distance was too far?
After waiting another two minutes, Angel finally saw a trace of anomaly.
A golden teor, trailing a long tail, was plumting downward.
A golden teor? What is this? Angel gazed far, trying to discern the true nature of the golden teor, but whether due to so obstruction, he couldn’t see the teor’s composition.
Moreover, more peculiarly, the golden teor indeed appeared to be falling "down," but it gave Angel a familiar and strange feeling.
As if it wasn’t truly falling "down."
Rather, it was falling towards the real dinsion from a higher dinsion; this descent was of diminishing dinsions, not spatial distance.
Angel wasn’t sure whether this was his imagination or the multi-dinsional structure he had glimpsed not long ago, making him perceive everything in multiple dinsions.
But regardless, the sensation of the golden teor’s descent strangely felt abnormal to Angel.
Putting aside these peculiar feelings, Angel focused his attention on the golden teor.
As the golden teor approached, its shape gradually appeared in Angel’s view.
It wasn’t a teor.
But rather a drop of glowing golden liquid descending from an unknown place.
Upon realizing it was just a drop of glowing golden liquid, a picture suddenly flashed in Angel’s mind.
Not long ago, in Clock Forest.
The Thief of Ti tried to push open Angel’s Wheel of Ti Door, but was pricked by sothing unknown.
A drop of golden blood rolled from the Thief of Ti’s fingertip. The blood fell into the void and disappeared.
"Could that golden liquid actually be the blood of the Thief of Ti?" Angel pondered, staring at the golden teor high above.
Although it was rely a conjecture, Angel had a hunch that his speculation this ti was right.
The Dalmatian made him see the scenes of Clock Forest, there must be a reason behind it, right?
Perhaps, its implication was a clear revelation—that golden liquid was the blood shed by the Thief of Ti.
And the Dalmatian acquired it!
Thinking of this, Angel looked at the golden liquid in the sky, his eyes turning a bit excited. Though he didn’t know the purpose of the Thief of Ti’s blood, anything from such a formidable existence was imnsely precious, especially a drop from the fingertip.
So... is this the Dalmatian giving him a gift?
Surely, it’s my good puppy, it didn’t let down.
Angel praised in his heart, silently waiting for the golden blood to descend from above.
Yet, very quickly, Angel shook off his excitent. Because he noticed sothing... that golden blood seed not to be real.
Just like the previous Clock Forest, it appeared to be but an illusory shadow.
Could it be that the Dalmatian isn’t giving him a gift, but telling Angel: Do you want the golden blood? If you want it, you can have it, go search for it! It’s here in this void!
Angel silently imagined, feeling a bit uncertain in his heart: Could the Dalmatian really be that stingy?
Truth proved, the Dalmatian indeed wasn’t that stingy.
He was still Angel’s good puppy.
Because, when the golden blood was only a few hundred ters away from Angel, it broke through the dinsional shackles, gradually transitioning from an illusory shadow to reality.
In Angel’s vision.
That drop of golden blood, at this mont, was suspended in mid-air, like starfire being inflad by flas; it was shedding the illusory foam, gradually transmuting into reality.
Why Angel confird it was transmuting was because aura appeared.
Previously, the golden teor had no aura, and now, that massive, abundant, resembling the powerful aura of ti’s flow, gradually erged as the illusion turned toward reality.
This transmutation process was not fast, perhaps requiring tens of seconds, or even several minutes, to completely succeed.
Angel silently waited, observing.
Initially, he just harbored hope, wanting to see the real golden blood at once. But soon, he was fully captivated by another matter...
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