In that Divine’s Dream filled with the Cloud Sea,
Solamus sensed Noen’s instantaneous decision, his mouth agape, so astonished he didn’t know what to say.
The frail-bodied Stone Slave boy appeared far more resilient than he had imagined.
Over the years, although no Trialist had passed the trial, the Angel Leader witnessed countless individuals fall during the Angels’ trials.
Solamus and the Great Angels discovered that it was often those with strong, courageous bodies who possessed the ability to pass the trials.
This inevitably made the Angels wonder since the Angels’ trials clearly tested more than a person’s courage and abilities.
Faced with this issue, Solamus thought that perhaps it was because those with strong bodies could often conquer their spirits, molding them into the shapes they desired.
Solamus’s insight convinced the Angels.
That was why, when Angel Schiller chose Baird, it made the other Great Angels envious.
However, the current Noen subtly shattered Solamus’s previous notions.
One conquered the spirit with the body,
but Noen had tad the body with the spirit.
Solamus turned around and gazed toward the location of the Divine Throne.
"God,
is he the Trialist I’ve been waiting for?"
......
The boy whose feet had just touched the ground still didn’t know
that he had completed the Angel’s trial.
After Noen had completely broken away from the old servant before his eyes.
The scene in front of him suddenly shattered.
Like the instant dissipation of a sea mirage.
When Noen opened his eyes again, he saw the dazzling sky.
Casas was frantically slapping his face.
"Noen, Noen."
"I... I’m here."
Noen mumbled.
Seeing Noen open his eyes, Casas began to laugh crazily, excitedly saying,
"Noen’s awake, Noen’s awake!"
The other slaves also cheered for Noen’s awakening, slapping each other’s shoulders, and then pulled Noen up from the ground forcefully.
"What... happened?"
Noen asked quietly, sowhat groggy.
At that mont, Casas ca over, excitedly saying,
"Don’t you know?
We woke up early today and found you missing, thought ghosts had taken you, and we searched everywhere for you, finally finding you here."
As he spoke, Casas looked around, sowhat astonished,
"Co to think of it, this place seems a bit like the direction of the sea mirage we saw yesterday.
Could it be the Prophetic God warning us?"
Hearing this, Noen said,
"I don’t know, young master."
"It doesn’t matter; we need to move on."
Casas said aloud.
The guide sitting nearby fell on his buttocks, surprised,
"After enduring such an event, you still want to move forward?"
His words reached everyone’s ears, and they couldn’t help feeling a bit scared.
Noen’s sudden disappearance, though he was eventually found and brought back, left a significant psychological shadow on them.
Just because Noen was found, did that an the others could be found too?
Seeing hesitation on so faces, the guide stood up vigorously,
"Co with and leave this place, there’s no need to lose your lives here! You have no idea what you’ll encounter on the Path of Death!"
The guide’s words made everyone waver, as they looked at each other unsure whether to proceed or not, unable to make up their minds.
Finally, all eyes turned to Noen.
The guide also looked at Noen, realizing that among this group, the noble Casas was not their leader.
Noen spoke softly,
"If you want to leave, then leave, but I must get there."
...
In the end, after much persuasion from the guide, two of the slaves still followed the guide and left.
Watching the three figures disappear into the vast desert, Noen and his party set off once more.
With fewer people, their pace did not slow down; on the contrary, it quickened considerably.
The cals left a series of hoofprints on the ground, following the lead of an old cal, one after another, like a long rope.
And like the cals, those traveling through the desert followed Noen in the sa manner.
They walked for nearly an entire morning.
In the barren desert, no trace of plant life could be seen.
During the hottest part of midday, they found a huge Wind Erosion Stone where they took a short rest in its shadow to escape the scorching sun.
Casas and Noen distributed water and food to everyone; ever since the fall of the Yibia Family, the lines between master and servant were no longer clear, and now the boundaries were even more blurred.
They gathered under the Wind Erosion Stone, sharing the sa shade and listening to Noen telling fascinating stories.
However, this mont of joy didn’t last long.
Suddenly,
Casas, with his keen hearing, heard the wind ruthlessly tearing at the ground.
"Listen, everyone, listen!"
The slaves put their ears to the ground and heard sothing pounding the earth.
Then, in an instant, sand swept across from the distant north!
Sand and stones instantly swirled and tossed, creating devilish noises as they danced wildly in the air, perating everywhere.
"Sandstorm!"
Casas’s face turned pale,
"It’s a sandstorm!"
After a mont of stunned silence, the group hurriedly packed their things, while the tethered cals beca restlessly fraught with agitation.
The ferocious sandstorm ravaged the desert land.
Although everyone had considered the dangers of the Path of Death, they had never anticipated the sandstorm to be so sudden and violent.
The sand trembled on the ground as they rushed desperately through the desert, trying to outpace the storm.
But the sandstorm drew ever closer, like a venomous snake setting its sights on its prey.
The sky was instantly darkened, and in the blink of an eye, yellow sand filled their entire view.
"Bend down! Bend down! Take cover behind the cals!"
Noen called out urgently.
Without hesitation, they all bent over, seeking shelter behind the massive bodies of the cals from the onslaught of sand.
The cals cried out in the sandstorm, beaten by the pelting sand on their furry bodies.
The group struggled valiantly against the sandstorm, Casas half-opening his eyes, trying to see what lay ahead, but the sand felt like needles stabbing at his eyelids.
The powerful wind forced them to stagger backward; they huddled together, looking disheveled and exhausted.
Waves of sand and terrifyingly large grains pelted them like arrows, threatening to turn them into dust and bones at any wrong step!
The very earth seed to tremble at that mont!
Noen craned his neck bit by bit, wanting to see what was ahead.
Suddenly, Noen’s eyes widened involuntarily.
A robust figure with broad shoulders and a sturdy build appeared alone in the vast desert, walking at a steady pace, even leisurely.
He was clad in tough Dragon Skin, like a legendary hero whom even the sandstorm could not disturb.
Noen watched the figure in astonishnt.
The youth would soon know...
That man was nad Baird,
A hero fated to win three grand victories.
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