Frim didn't throw Saul directly into the Abyssal Eye, but he also didn't plan to let Saul easily cope with this test.
He brought Saul to the deep ocean where no one would normally approach, where even looking up, one could see an obvious depression on the horizon.
"That's the Abyssal Eye," Frim told Saul.
Saul laughed dryly, "You're not going to throw in there, are you?"
"You're still useful now. If you beco useless..."
Then I'll throw you in there.
Having said this, the warm yellow light sphere exploded like a punctured balloon.
Saul imdiately began free-falling. Before he could start circulating magical power, he felt his spiritual body burn as if scorched by sothing. With no ti for any resistance, he fell into the sea with a "plop."
This ocean was near the Abyssal Eye. Although the actual distance was still very far, the pollution concentration in the water was much deeper than during the Red Sea's black tide assault.
More terrifying than the black tide that erged from the Storm Eyes Saul had previously encountered. The only good news was that there were no anchor points in the seawater.
So Saul's clothes were almost completely corroded the instant they touched the seawater.
The defensive formations previously inscribed on his robes dissolved rapidly like paper.
Massive pollution rushed toward him like wolves seeing sheep, pouring through every pore and inch of muscle on Saul's skin, entering his body to destroy, pollute, and aberrate...
Saul's eyes snapped open in the water, and both eyeballs imdiately dissolved. His mouth stayed shut, but it was useless—his lips were rapidly dissolving too, revealing a row of eerie teeth.
Soon, all of Saul's flesh and organs disappeared, leaving only a pitch-black skeleton sinking toward the seabed.
Frim could still sense everything Saul was experiencing through the severely polluted seawater.
He watched Saul beco a skeleton missing its right arm, sinking silently, still not intervening.
If Saul could only achieve this much, if he died here, Frim wouldn't feel it was any loss.
Saul had originally prepared to deal with the pollution in the sea. But who knew Frim would directly destroy his defenses before throwing him down, determined to see how he would save himself after being polluted.
Unable to defend himself imdiately, Saul was naturally corroded into a skeleton by the terrible black tide pollution.
Fortunately, this wasn't his first ti in this form. Although his soul body was violently shaking and magical power was running wild uncontrollably in his body, he could still sense his consciousness remained clear.
But clear consciousness ant the pain wasn't reduced at all.
Saul endured the agony of his soul body feeling like it was being kneaded on a nail board, gradually beginning to stabilize his ntal power.
Then, he first took out the Soul-Fixing Needle formation he had been studying these days, inscribing this complex formation within his soul body.
Saul still hadn't completely analyzed this complex formation. But he had already extracted a simple prototype from it.
Although it couldn't compare to the original Soul-Fixing Needle formation, it still had so effect.
But now Saul's magical power couldn't be directly channeled, and the magic crystals originally embedded in the tal naplate had lted the instant they touched seawater.
With his self-rescue plan blocked, Saul didn't panic. He raised his hand and took out another item from his storage device.
It was the tear he had gotten from rmaid Pearl.
The mont he grasped the rmaid's tear, Saul felt like he was rging with the ocean, becoming part of the sea.
Not only that, he felt the originally cold and turbulent seawater suddenly beco obedient.
Enduring his discomfort, Saul struggled to mobilize the usable parts of his ntal power, urging the pearl to gather the surrounding seawater.
Water elental particles suddenly approached, squeezing out the pollution in the sea in a short ti and wrapping around Saul.
Saul imdiately took advantage of this ti to redirect his magical power and activate the Soul-Fixing formation in his hand.
The formation circulated like iron nails being driven into Saul's brain, imdiately making him dizzy and almost drop the naplate in his hand.
The next second, Saul's eyes snapped open and the world suddenly paused.
Several magic formations appeared around him again, so densely packed they almost completely blocked his figure.
But Frim, watching Saul from the sea surface, was sowhat disappointed. "They're all just thods for removing pollution and protecting the soul body. This is how you survive black tides?"
Frim didn't know that although he was staring at Saul unblinkingly, the person's mind had long since left this place!
Following the guidance of fate lines, amid the tornt of black tide, Saul used the formations around him to carve out a passage for himself.
The world before him changed from black and white to prismatic, with countless lines twisting and intertwining overhead.
Saul felt himself also transform into a ball of thread like hemp rope.
The pollution he had suffered in the seawater showed no signs of following him. He remained the smallest bundle of fate lines here.
"Seems you're not having an easy ti in that world either," the Death Demon's voice rang out. "If you don't like that world, you can cut the connection and return here anyti."
It felt like a parent saying, "If you don't want to work anymore, just co ho—we'll support you."
"Thank you, but I don't want to co back with my tail between my legs."
The other stopped speaking. Colors shifted and lines unfurled, as if everything was indifferent.
In the Prismatic World, ti was no longer so urgent. Saul's thread ball kept rolling, thinking about how to respond next.
Before long, he activated the Prismatic Channel and imdiately contacted his three Symphony of Fate targets.
"Shaya, I need to trouble you. Leave imdiately for the Borderland."
Shaya's listless voice ca through: [I'm currently a tree, so traveling is rather difficult.]
Saul frowned.
Shaya quickly continued: [But I can separate a puppet. Although it can't do much, if it's just delivering a ssage, that's possible.]
Saul just wanted Shaya to deliver a ssage.
"Go to the Borderland, to the Purity Wizard Tower, find a wizard nad Keli or Byron, and tell them it's ti for Saul to return."
[Alright. I'll try to get there within ten days.]
Shaya then rembered the rumors he had heard while hiding in tree roots these days.
[By the way, I heard your master Gorsa failed to advance to fourth-rank wizard a few days ago.]
Saul was stunned.
A few days ago?
Advancent failure?
Master Gorsa was a very proud person, but his strength matched his pride.
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Even the Glare family head had recognized him as the next family head, obviously very confident in his strength.
How could such a Master Gorsa fail during advancent?
Could there be so inside story?
Could Frim's critical absence last ti have been to sabotage Gorsa's advancent plan?
But if his master's advancent failed, why didn't Frim look happier when he returned?
Since Royer's resurrection, when Frim actively sought out Saul, he had carried a strange sense of urgency.
Previously, Saul was just kept at the Evernight Royal Palace with an ostensible reason for helping. Now he was directly imprisoned in the Maze Corridor, and Frim had thrown him into black tide without explanation to observe how he resisted pollution.
If Master Gorsa's advancent had failed, why was Frim still so unhappy?
Could his plan not have been completely successful?
Could it be... he still wanted to kill Master Gorsa?
Although the process and facts differed sowhat, Saul had accidentally guessed Frim's true purpose!
(End of Chapter)
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