The anchor point in his hand had no fate lines—this was sothing Saul had completely realized after transforming into fate lines.
However, after Saul entered the fourth rank, the anchor point in his hand was no longer truly unresponsive remains.
He saw so connection with Camus from this anchor point.
Now Saul was trying to use this tiny connection to find Camus's location in the abyss.
Connecting two points of the sa attribute, then jumping out from the original world.
Saul closed his eyes, and his fate lines spread in all directions across the world. Soon, he found a similar anchor point in the air—or rather, in another space.
"No wonder they're called anchor points—their positioning in space is very clear."
Saul recalled the abilities he had secretly learned from Douglas, and his body gradually disappeared.
A semi-transparent white fate line crossed spatial constraints and suddenly appeared in a desolate land.
The line's end suddenly expanded, then flipped and transford, gradually becoming humanoid.
However, this humanoid form never completely beca Saul's appearance—it barely maintained an outline and seed ready to collapse at any mont.
Saul barely managed to enter the abyss, but found himself subjected to a repulsive force, as if he might be thrown out at any mont.
He hurriedly floated into the air, making his figure more obvious so he could quickly attract Camus's attention and speak with him.
Because the abyss had been mysteriously sealed suddenly, Saul had never found another opportunity to et Camus face to face.
Previously, he hadn't wanted to et because the two couldn't communicate at all. Now he wanted to communicate but had no opportunity.
Looking around, before him was a desolate wasteland.
Saul turned around—the other side of the world was equally empty.
"I just sensed that Camus should be here. Why aren't there any anchor point monsters here?"
Where Saul was now located was different from the place he had co to from the Chaos Realm before, but judging from the starry sky overhead and the terrain features underfoot, this was indeed inside the abyss.
But why couldn't he see Camus?
Saul tried to sense Camus's location again and found he hadn't sensed wrongly—Camus really was nearby. It was just that the sensing point was sowhat blurry, different from the feeling given by the anchor point in Saul's hand.
He flew to high altitude again, and the entire desolate ground gradually shrank. Distant mountains also appeared bit by bit in his field of vision. This ti Saul's vision was very clear. This place was sowhat like the moon in Saul's mory—desolate and ruined.
One could say that everywhere he looked bore traces of death.
If this was the inner world of the Abyssal Eye, one could imagine how severe the damage was when the Abyssal Eye died.
"But where did all those skeletons go? Could they all be concentrated at the location where the aperture originally was?"
Saul continued rising. He didn't believe that even after coming this far, Camus still hadn't noticed the anomaly.
Finally, when Saul felt like he was almost reaching atmospheric heights, his vision blurred and a humanoid skeleton suddenly appeared.
"How did you get in?" Camus's voice rang in Saul's mind.
Strangely, although Camus was right before him, Saul still felt that Camus's consciousness was in the land below his feet.
"I ca in because soone asked to bring you a ssage."
Camus's pair of hollow eye sockets stared at Saul suspiciously. "Since you refuse to cooperate, we have nothing to talk about."
"Did soone else seek cooperation with you, so you gave up on ?" Saul said with a smile.
"Not everyone is as ungrateful as you."
Saul leaned closer. "Is that grateful person nad Douglas? A fifth-rank wizard?"
Camus didn't answer Saul's question.
After getting closer, Saul also didn't detect the sa ntal signal as the anchor point in his hand from Camus.
So the Camus before him was like Saul's current body—just a puppet avatar.
The other party very likely wasn't Camus at all, but just a mysterious consciousness body speaking with him under Camus's na.
"You're so protective of the Abyssal Eye—you shouldn't be Wizard Camus, right? No matter what, Wizard Camus originally died by falling into the sea while fighting the black tide. So from the beginning, you've been impersonating her after receiving Wizard Camus's mories, right?"
"It doesn't matter what you think. Anyway, the abyss is about to awaken, and the entire world will beco the abyss's al." Camus raised its chin, its voice full of disdain.
"But what if the abyss actually doesn't want to resurrect and only wants to stop you?" Having made a rough guess about the identity of the "Camus" before him, Saul suddenly dropped a bombshell.
The skeleton across from him didn't even show montary surprise and directly let out a cold snort.
"Hmph, ridiculous."
He seed not to believe it at all.
Saul could understand—this was equivalent to completely negating a person's lifelong pursuit.
Anyone's first reaction would be disbelief.
However, all Saul wanted to do was make Camus waver.
The conflict between the Abyssal Eye and the wizard world was about to explode. He didn't think that decisions involving survival and destruction could be changed by a few words.
But even making the other party hesitate for a mont would be beneficial to Saul.
Having released the bombshell information, Saul continued adding fuel, "This is indeed hard to believe, after all, you are a remaining wisp of consciousness from the dead Abyssal Eye."
The skeleton moved slightly, as if forcibly restraining the stirring in his heart.
"But I think you, this remaining consciousness, might not truly understand yourself. So the abyss's instinct is asking for help."
"You have a rich imagination." Camus's voice was still cold, but the sensitive Saul could already capture a trace of annoyance from it.
Annoyance was good—emotional fluctuations ant he was taking Saul's words to heart.
"I captured several anchor point monsters that appeared in the wizard world. Miraculously, when they were imprisoned in one space, they automatically fused into one body and emitted ntal fluctuations very similar to yours. That consciousness transmitted a ssage to , saying it didn't want to resurrect and asked to stop Camus."
"Thinking about it now, what he asked to stop wasn't a wizard nad Camus, but you. It's just that through the transmission of consciousness and soul, your code na was converted into vocabulary I could understand fastest. That's why it was called Camus. But you're not Camus!"
"What's the point of you being eager to prove I'm not Camus but rather abyssal consciousness?" Camus found Saul's obsession with its identity equally ridiculous.
But Saul didn't find it ridiculous. "It has aning. This proves that if you, the consciousness in this anchor point, are a consciousness fragnt from the abyss, then the consciousness fused from other anchor points is also a consciousness fragnt from the abyss. That is to say, the so-called anchor points are actually parts of the abyss's corpse—very likely fragnts of the soul body. Those skeletons that look very much like creatures from the wizard world are just how the soul body fragnts appear in wizards' eyes."
Saul pointed at the desolate land beneath his feet. "This area is actually the largest soul body fragnt."
He pointed at the starry sky overhead. "That sky I thought was the starry sky is actually the abyss's corpse!"
The seemingly brilliant starry sky was nothing more than the debris of a great explosion.
Thinking that sixth-rank existences actually had a form approaching that of the cosmos, Saul's entire body began to tremble.
He still couldn't completely understand the aning of the sixth rank, but already felt instinctive fear toward its form of existence.
Camus's skeleton was also trembling, because he knew that what Saul said was correct.
He was afraid, and Saul's words about "not wanting to resurrect, stop yourself" were also correct.
Saul's goal was achieved!
(End of Chapter)
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