Chapter 1674: Chapter 1674: Entering the Future Building?
He Ao gripped Vestara’s Spear in his hand, raised his head, and glanced at the towering giant stone pillar and the dense mist between Heaven and Earth.
There were no signs of the seal being destroyed, yet the person imprisoned inside was missing.
The ‘guardian’ who created the seal was also gone.
An invisible sense of urgency engulfed He Ao’s body, inevitably causing so restless emotions to surface in his heart.
He took a deep breath to calm himself, and then quickly reviewed the information he had in his mind.
Estella, the na, seed to have a similar-sounding word in the Old Rock City State language.
From Kela’s situation, it seed that at that ti the Northern Federation, at least within Xiqilelan’s trade range and sphere of influence, had similar languages.
The word Estella seems to an, just like she said, ‘star.’
If that’s the case, what about Vestan?
He Ao paused slightly.
Searching for a similar-sounding word, could it be, ‘island’?
Countless thoughts gathered in his mind.
He turned his gaze towards the boundless wilderness around.
Where could Estella and Vestan have gone?
Are they still in this anomaly?
If there are no hidden rules, the thod to leave the anomaly should only be the door guarded by the Courtyard Giant Snake.
According to Denon’s statent, after he arrived at that door, no one else went through that door.
However, before he arrived at that door, these two angels had already disappeared.
He Ao rubbed his brow.
The Archbishop shouldn’t be able to leave the anomaly, but just because it wasn’t possible before doesn’t an it’s impossible now.
So they could have probably left through the door and went out of the Dusk Wilderness quite early.
But if that’s the case, when they left, He Ao should have still been in Vilensis.
Yet He Ao didn’t sense any disturbance made by angels. Were they deliberately hiding themselves?
Or perhaps they didn’t go to Vilensis at all?
He Ao raised his head and looked at the surrounding wilderness.
Is there really so hidden rule allowing departure from another location here?
He took a deep breath.
Changing perspective.
If Estella was leading, she wouldn’t have to leave now.
So this ‘event’ of departure was most likely orchestrated by ‘Vestan,’ the Archbishop.
From previous information, the Archbishop should be unable to detach from the anomaly due to so reason.
And judging by his carefulness, even when dealing with He Ao, he directly triggered operations of a level 0 anomaly, showing he is a cautious person.
And cautious people typically would try to keep their plans under control, the chance of purely gambling is very low.
Essentially, he must have so thod to guarantee his departure from the Dusk Wilderness.
Then where would he go?
He Ao suddenly recalled Denon’s words.
‘Primordial Wilderness.’
This place sounds like so area close to the origin of the anomaly, and based on what Denon heard, no one previously entered.
But the original anomaly is still an anomaly.
If the Archbishop’s restrictions only prevent him from leaving the anomaly, then transitioning from the Dusk Wilderness to the Primordial Wilderness shouldn’t be restricted.
But entering the Primordial Wilderness is probably not that simple. What thod did he use to enter?
This is certainly a very high-level ‘secret,’ even Denon doesn’t know.
The ti is still too short; the understanding of anomalies is not deep enough. If Estella were willing to say sothing…
At this mont, He Ao suddenly thought of sothing and turned his gaze toward the edge of the wilderness.
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Xiluo City
The drizzling downpour lashed the expansive courtyard.
Children ca and went, playing in the corridors, with bright lights illuminating the classrooms where so were preparing welcoming supplies inside.
Reid quietly walked along the lit classroom corridor, gazed at the empty classrooms, and then ascended the stairs, moving forward floor by floor.
As the surrounding children diminish, the entire building beca silent, with only the rain outside growing louder, carrying a hint of pre-storm gust.
Reid looked up at the window, noting the storm outside seed more boisterous than usual.
His pace slowly reached the fourth floor.
The uniford security guard, composed of ashes, remained at the end of the corridor, keeping watch over the invisible entrance.
The corridor was quiet, the floor tidy and clean.
He reached the entrance, gazing inside at the deep passageway leading to the orphanage on the inside.
The security guard still stood there, as always.
Reid slowly advanced, entered the corridor, crossed the entrance, and suddenly the pattering sound of rain quieted down, a kind of invisible heat with faint dust spread through the air.
The inner orphanage was much quieter than the outer one, with nearly no sound at all.
Soon, Reid followed the corridor to the stairway and continued to ‘patrol.’
After passing by a certain door on the third floor, his footsteps suddenly paused.
Then he slowly retraced a few steps, stopping at a tightly shut door.
This was the director’s office, the inner orphanage’s director’s office.
Reid lowered his head and glanced at the tightly closed door and the shiny door handle.
He reached out, gripped the door handle, and gently turned it. With a ‘click,’ the lock disengaged, and the tightly closed door slowly swung open.
Everything in the office was as usual, surprisingly quiet, with a shimring crystal sphere calmly placed on the empty desk.
Standing at the door, looking forward, one could see the tall and looming shadow behind the window.
Reid stood at the doorway, carefully observing the surroundings in the office, finding no one inside.
After a brief contemplation, he stepped into the office, approached the desk, and gazed at the crystal sphere resting on the table.
The orphanage within the crystal sphere still stood, raindrops steadily falling.
He reached out and touched the crystal sphere.
And at the mont he touched the crystal sphere, it trembled slightly, suddenly shattering and transforming into drifting mist.
“Sigh…”
Just then, a gentle sigh sounded behind him.
The Crystal Ball held by a hand slowly appeared behind him, then quickly flipped over.
The sudden sound of rain seed to echo from beyond the sky.
——
Dusk Wilderness
Thick fog wafted between the mountains, undulating like coiled dragons.
He Ao passed through the small archway between the mountains, his gaze fixed on the hazy space-ti rift ahead.
He sensed the surge of Divine Sense within him, adding five more threads to his mind.
He had co from the palace region, stopping by the Spring of Wisdom along the way where he absorbed so of the spring’s energy.
At this mont, he hadn’t yet pushed his body’s limits, but his Divine Sense had already accumulated over sixty threads, and the current situation leaves him no more ti to absorb and increase.
As he pondered, He Ao lowered his gaze, observing the surrounding fissures.
In his mind, the murals deep inside Estella’s cabin began to surface.
Among those murals, only the last one seed ‘newer’, depicting sothing unrelated to the previous murals.
The last mural showed nurous space-ti rifts and ford ‘doors’ amid the disrupted rifts.
The appearance of the space-ti rifts on the mural closely resembled the ones he saw now.
He Ao raised his hand, as twisted flesh pulsed beneath his skin, the power of Super mory began to spread outward.
The chaotic space-ti here indeed showed signs of so kind of ‘oscillation’, though faint and elusive.
This area inherently has unstable space-ti, so these signs seem reasonable.
He Ao gazed at the space-ti rift in front of him, through which he could vaguely see certain shattered land fragnts.
This is the norm in this World Tree region; these space-ti rifts were possibly once stable gates, through which one could freely traverse various ‘spaces’.
But now, these spaces seem destroyed, only allowing glimpses of fragnted remnants through the rifts.
That’s why this place is called ‘Dusk Wilds’.
In the twilight, only a world of endings remains.
He Ao ventured deeper along the roots of the World Tree.
Faint green flas appeared around him, floating in the air like pairs of eyes opened in the darkness.
These are abnormal life forms dwelling near the World Tree region.
Using Vestara’s Spear as a dium, He Ao influenced these life forms to help locate the area with the densest rifts nearby.
Ultimately, the flas guided He Ao to a corner filled like a warehouse stacked with flour, densely packed with countless space-ti rifts.
This seed to be directly under the World Tree, He Ao stretched out his hand and touched the towering, crystallized stump of the World Tree.
He turned his gaze towards the dense rifts ahead and signaled the surrounding flas to disperse.
He raised his hand, his palm passing through the gaps of the space-ti rift, then glanced at Sui on his shoulder, gently saying, “Close your eyes.”
Sui was slightly taken aback before covering her eyes.
Surely, the Archbishop knows how to disrupt space-ti rifts; though He Ao doesn’t understand his thods, it’s okay, since He Ao has his own way.
The twisted flesh beneath his skin writhed violently, purple light spread and covered his body, terrifying and surging power descended from the void.
This was a secret technique he learned from the Life Goddess to open a space-ti channel.
This technique’s essence is disrupting space to forcibly create a passage.
Boom—
The surrounding space-ti suddenly trembled, the howling space-ti rift began to tear violently.
The thunderous sounds reverberated between Heaven and Earth, as the space-ti rifts squeezed and twisted like dancing.
The surrounding space-ti also beca chaotic at that mont.
Yet the anticipated passage did not open; the twisted and terrifying space-ti rifts writhed violently like fierce worms around.
The gaps across Heaven and Earth were further expanded, torn, and grown by these fierce rifts.
He Ao imdiately grabbed Sui, swiftly avoiding the erosion of the surrounding rifts.
Boom—
Simultaneously, a certain rumbling sound resonated from the world’s depths, producing more rifts around him, and further tearing the surrounding space.
The rifts were densely spreading, tearing apart all stable space-ti around.
And these originally stable looking spaces, as these rifts spread, as if triggering a fission reaction, were continually torn apart and shattered.
Wrong guess?
Fell into a trap?
He Ao gazed at the dense space-ti rifts erupting around, constantly moving back, increasing distance.
Yet, the expansion speed of these space-ti rifts kept accelerating; if he continues to avoid, eventually, he’d be consud by them, even if he ignited power to escape, the spread rifts may not recover, and who knows when the next chance would be.
Using the Life Goddess’s thod failed to open the channel; the space-ti on this wasteland was internally sealed, preventing easy breakthroughs; these rifts only existed within the wasteland, not at its boundary with other space-ti.
Accelerating again, He Ao slightly furrowed his brows.
His mind again floated images of murals on the wooden house walls.
Guessed wrong? Or missing a crucial item?
Was there a ‘key’ on the mural?
What was the key? Where could these rifts lead to?
Hold on, if the Archbishop was heading to the Primordial Wilderness, a place no one ever entered, how does one enter now?
Due to so change?
This ti, what was the biggest change in the Northeast 26 Cities covered by anomalies?
It’s the Future Building!
While pondering, He Ao reached into his pocket, quickly retrieving a slightly blurry photo.
It was the photo he obtained at the orphanage.
The entire quaking space suddenly fell into a montary quiet.
Is this effective?
What kind of judgnt chanism is this, just carrying it doesn’t count, it must be shown.
Does a key have to be revealed to count as a key?
Does it need insertion to count as a key?
While contemplating, He Ao raised his head, gazing at the space-ti rifts ahead that paused for a mont, then continued to spread forward, remaining silent for a while.
He then stopped retreating, directly tucked Sui into his arms, holding the photo, he leaped into the dense rifts in front.
The quaking rifts sward like a buzzing swarm towards him, but as they were about to touch his body, they parted aside like a whale opening its giant mouth, engulfing him in an instant.
Yet in He Ao’s view ahead, he only saw a fleeting phantom of a red door, with a simple number 1036 printed on the door handle.
He Ao extended his hand, grasping this door handle, his photo emitted a faint gleam, the blurred image within turned clearer.
He Ao turned the doorknob, pushed open the door, and stepped through.
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