Chapter 1163: 362. Formal eting_2
Noland Lee steadied his mind and calmly waited for the mont when the “Escape” Core of the Plane would “answer the phone”.
As ti ticked by, the Soul Energy within the Array steadily declined, and the star in the night sky grew a bit brighter and its outline much clearer.
Noland Lee squinted his eyes, staring at the star, observing its entirety with all his might.
Noland Lee had once asked the Assassin Angel, “What exactly does the Plane Core look like?”
The answer from the Assassin Angel was simple:
For the current Noland Lee, the Plane Core is a star, which can be understood as a celestial body with Extraordinary Traits.
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They are massive in size, able to move within the Universe, have tenacious vitality, and interfere with the Destiny of individual Life Creatures with extraordinary thods to satisfy their own needs.
Within their bodies is an independent space that can be divided and given to the Life Creatures they favor to construct Sub-Dinsional Planes.
Wizards view the stars in the Night Curtain as the entrance and exit to the Sub-Dinsional Plane, which is also a channel to enter and exit the internal space of the Plane Core.
Theoretically, beings like the Lecturer Professor who reside in Sub-Dinsional Planes all live within the “belly” of the Plane Core.
Of course, the Plane Core could also be thought of as a massive space ship, with the Sub-Dinsional Planes being guestrooms on this ship.
What Noland Lee now needed to do was figure out a way to board the “space ship” of the “Escape” Plane Core and beco a “Passenger” on it.
A few more minutes passed.
The star in Noland Lee’s eyes began to enlarge.
He finally saw the full picture of the “Escape” Plane Core.
It was a very oddly shaped star, not spherical, but elongated and teardrop-shaped, like a tadpole with a long tail…
Considering that the Inner Cosmos he resided in was spherical, and looking at the enlarging tadpole-shaped star, Noland Lee’s expression turned sowhat odd.
Why does this scene feel so familiar??… Noland Lee paused for a mont, then imdiately forced himself to remain calm and cast aside the random thoughts in his mind.
He felt a force of attraction coming from above his head, as if sothing was pulling him up into the sky.
Completely letting go of control over his body, Noland Lee allowed the force to pull him up into the Heavens.
Gradually, the sound of the tide receded, and the vast black Sea Surface was stepped under Noland Lee’s feet, as the tadpole-shaped star in his eyes beca increasingly bright, its light overshadowing most of the surrounding Starlight, with only The Moon remaining unaffected.
Noland Lee forcefully controlled his gaze to prevent it from drifting.
He did not look down to check what was below his feet nor did he turn his head towards The Moon.
He kept staring intensely at the tadpole-shaped star.
This was sothing the Assassin Angel had repeatedly emphasized; during the Ceremony, one must not let one’s attention wander, otherwise the Ceremony could be interrupted imdiately, leading to unpredictable consequences.
At this mont, only the tadpole-shaped star and The Moon remained in the night sky; all other stars had disappeared.
The tadpole-shaped star twinkled with a greyish light, its silver-grey body occupying the left half of Noland Lee’s vision
The Moon, surrounded by a belt of light composed of shattered stones, was serenely still, filling the right half of Noland Lee’s view.
The two celestial bodies reflected each other.
Noland Lee slightly turned his head, focusing all his sight on the tadpole-shaped star to avoid wandering thoughts.
Just then, the scenery around him suddenly began to recede rapidly, and he ascended at an extrely fast pace.
Before Noland Lee could take a closer look, the tadpole-shaped star in his eyes suddenly enlarged, and he uncontrollably crashed onto the star’s grey Ground Level.
In that instant, Noland Lee crossed the surface of the star without hindrance, entering its interior and arriving in a unique space filled with swirling Grey Mist.
Noland Lee relaxed his body, floating off the ground, suspended in the mist.
The Assassin Angel said:
“Success. The ‘Escape’ has temporarily accepted you. It looks quite weak; probably having wandered in the Barren Universe for too long without absorbing much of the Fire of St. Dylan. Your arrival has just given it hope.”
Noland Lee blinked, looking around, then glanced down at his own body, but all he saw was rolling Grey Mist.
Well, just as the Assassin Angel described.
What had entered this place was his consciousness.
His body was still lying on the Magic Inflatable Raft, coexisting with the ritual array.
Noland Lee randomly aid in a direction and cast the Deconstruction Technique.
[System Information:]
[You are attempting to deconstruct “????”.]
[Estimated to consu 130 billion Energy Points, which can bring the degree of deconstruction up to 10%.]
[Due to your Character Level restriction, the degree of deconstruction can only be raised up to 10%.]
There was no prompt from the System for Harmless Deconstruction.
Noland Lee subconsciously “rubbed his chin”, contemplating how many Energy Points to spend in initiating the Deconstruction Technique.
A grey shadow erged, silently staring at Noland Lee from several ters away.
Noland Lee closed the Systems Interface and faced the grey shadow, saying in his mind:
“Your Excellency, is this the essence of the Plane Core?”
The Assassin Angel said:
“Yes. It is observing you. Leave it to .”
Noland Lee nodded silently to himself.
A burst of deep purple fus wafted from his body, especially conspicuous in the vast grey ocean.
The grey shadow jerked like a startled small animal.
The grey fus around Noland Lee roiled violently, and a massive repulsive force enveloped him, trying to throw him out.
The purple mist, transford by the Assassin Angel, burst apart and spread in all directions, dyeing the surrounding grey mist purple.
The repulsive force vanished as the space stabilized, with the Assassin Angel forcibly stopping the core’s attempt to expel its visitor.
An invisible rhythm transmitted from the purple fog, targeting the jerking grey shadow, and ford a purple sphere that enveloped the shadow.
It was unclear what the Assassin Angel did and how it communicated with the other party, but eventually, the grey shadow cald down.
After an indeterminable amount of ti, the purple sphere covering the grey shadow dissipated back into a wisp of purple mist, returning to the Assassin Angel, who then flew back into Noland Lee’s body.
The voice of the Assassin Angel rang in Noland Lee’s mind:
“The Plane Core behind you is not ‘Escape’. It answered your call solely because it urgently needs the Luminous of the Fire of St. Dillan.”
“Eh?” Noland Lee was taken aback and asked:
“Then who is the Plane Core behind ?”
“Unclear for now.” The Assassin Angel didn’t dwell on this issue and went on to say:
“Even though your Extraordinary Abilities do not originate from ‘Escape’, it is still willing to grant you a Sub-Dinsional Plane to help you leave Outer Space.”
Noland Lee pondered and asked:
“There must be conditions, right?”
“Yes,” the Assassin Angel said:
“When the ‘Wizard’ Plane Year ends, and a new Plane Core takes over the Inner Cosmos, it needs you to find a chance to return to the Inner Cosmos, help it open a plane channel, and assist it in stably acquiring the Luminous of the Fire of St. Dillan.
“Due to a long ti without absorbing the Luminous, it might take it several decades in human years to fully recover its ability to traverse Inner, Outer Space, and the Barren Universe. Your help is essential. aning, at least until its power is fully restored, you don’t need to worry about being abandoned by it.”
Noland Lee nodded slowly:
“It sounds like an acceptable condition.”
The Assassin Angel fell silent for a few seconds before saying:
“Since you are willing to accept its conditions, I won’t stop you. After all, I had promised to help you obtain a Sub-Dinsional Plane. But, let be clear, if you co across while opening a plane channel in the Inner Cosmos, I won’t hold back. You must understand, fulfilling a promise and defending the order of the Supre Star Palace are two different things.”
Well, indeed an unsympathetic defender of order… Noland Lee gave a stiff smile, then imdiately raised a question:
“Wait, Your Excellency, from what you’re saying, did you exit the control of the Main Brain Controller without the help of ‘Escape’?”
The Assassin Angel said:
“Not yet. ‘Escape’ will take several decades in human years to recover. I probably can’t wait that long and must find another way.”
Noland Lee raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
The Assassin Angel continued:
“You should make contact with it. Although it doesn’t understand the language of your Wizards, it can still communicate with you.”
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