Chapter 442: Chapter 441 The Depths of Sky River
A sudden change occurred, but Ivan noticed no danger, only that the environnt had transford. Understanding the pattern of change was all it would take.
After closely identifying the changes, he quickly realized sothing.
“Swamp ant, try flipping your body and fly for a bit.”
“Can this work?”
Swamp ant, with its own doubts, surrounded by the Ze King Aura, suddenly flipped over.
And sure enough, everything around it returned to normal, to everyone’s amazent.
...
“It’s just space being disturbed, causing so sort of inversion,” Ivan explained.
“Oh,” the swamp ant nodded, half understanding, not really caring as all it needed to do was obey orders and act.
Good luck wouldn’t always favor soone. Their path beca increasingly treacherous, from spatial inversions to chaotic void winds and spinning spaces, and so on.
Both the man and the ant were physically robust, no matter how much tossing and turning they endured, it didn’t affect them much.
But after being tossed around continuously, even Ivan had difficulty distinguishing up from down, left from right, or the cardinal directions.
He couldn’t help but pull out a Token, trying to activate it to sense the direction out. Thankfully, sothing responded, guiding him in the right direction—the response ca from the Traction Lighthouse.
This Traction Lighthouse really was unique, and his expression eased slightly.
Swamp ant continued onward, and not long after, Ivan suddenly sensed sothing and telepathically warned,
“Be careful, sothing is lurking.”
“Where?”
Hearing his words, the swamp ant was confused yet on guard.
Then, a faint black Ze King Aura spread out. Under the Domain Aura’s effect, it finally noticed a creature lurking on the left, silently crouching, ready to strike.
This was a creature of the void, capable of cloaking itself in a layer of void, with extre stealth capabilities.
A sorcerer’s sensory ability wouldn’t easily detect it, but combining it with a Domain Aura would work. Ivan’s Golden Bloodline could also do the trick; he had sensed it first through the Golden Bloodline.
Indeed, the Golden Bloodline here was like a dragon in water.
“Goodness, it’s really well-hidden. Let take care of it,” the swamp ant said, ready to release so stress.
“There’s no need; you should conserve your strength for the journey.” Ivan had already prepared an attack, sending a different Black Magic Hand snatching toward it, reaching the creature in the blink of an eye.
The creature looked like a strange frog, only realizing its exposure just as danger neared, letting out a shrill and unpleasant howl.
The Black Magic Hand, charged with space energy, reached down—accelerating space, sealing space, crushing space—all demonstrated powerfully in this one strike.
With one palm, the void frog was directly crushed.
“That’s impressively powerful,” praised the swamp ant.
“Not bad, the environnt here is quite suitable for utilizing space techniques, allowing to exert up to 150% of their power,” Ivan was also satisfied.
Previously impossible tasks were easily accomplished here, greatly benefiting the exploration of spatial techniques.
Had he not been in search of the Artifact of Space, he certainly would have found an appropriate place to stop and further study space energy, which would have been far more efficient than before.
In any case, finding the Artifact of Space ca first.
“Don’t be envious, I’ll teach you when we get back.”
“Uh—well, that’s not out of the question. I only really need to learn the basics to get by.”
Faced with Sorcerer Ivan’s earnest offer, the swamp ant had no choice but to agree, stressing it’s own statent.
Ivan could not dismiss this.
The man and the ant continued forward, but it seed their good luck had run out. The void creatures around them increased, all differing from those outside and incredibly skilled at ambushing.
But none of this posed a challenge to Ivan. He just happened to be in need of practice targets, easily taking care of each one.
At a certain mont, the swamp ant’s movents beca uncontrollable, not responding at all and it began to unwittingly speed forward.
“Not good, what’s happening now?”
“Spatial acceleration.”
“Spatial acceleration?”
“Yes, it’s several tis, even more than ten tis stronger than what we used before, so it looks different.”
Ivan’s situation was different; he hadn’t completely lost control over his body. He swiftly threw up several layers of Ant King Sky Shields to tightly encase both himself and the ant.
He looked around with a solemn expression. Everything around him was a blur, clearly moving backward at high speed.
Such a forceful pull was too much not just for a swamp ant but, even if full power was applied and then doubled, it was almost impossible to remain stable. It was better to just go with the flow.
He hoped that Witch Dao Fortune would still bring so good luck.
About a quarter of an hour later, everything returned to normal as if nothing had happened, and the swamp ant finally regained control of its body.
“Whew! Finally stopped,” the swamp ant exhaled deeply, feeling utterly powerless a mont ago.
“We’re not in bad luck, we should have reached the depths of the Great Sky River.”
Ivan scanned the surroundings, his eyes twitching violently. The situation made him feel as if, on a treasure hunt, he had stumbled into incredible fortune, advancing his progress far ahead of the others.
They had accelerated into the depths of the Great Sky River.
Right now, there were no blue skies to be seen, no earth, no grass or trees, no tangible colored things, nor could any miscellaneous sounds be heard. Only pristine nothingness remained around them.
Wherever his gaze fell, there was no boundary.
He couldn’t help but look back. The acceleration passage wasn’t visible, yet it existed just a short distance behind them, constantly undergoing changes.
A one-way path, it was impossible to return from there.
He tried once more to activate the Traction Lighthouse Token that pointed the way, the signal was still there, albeit much weaker. Overall, the situation was still fairly good.
“Sorcerer Ivan, which direction do we head in now?”
“Continue forwards, reduce speed and advance.”
Ivan pondered for a mont and then pointed vaguely into the distance.
…
Elsewhere, within the Great Sky River, a peculiar, miniature airship was moving slowly.
The airship had no cabin; it resembled a small whale. At this mont, a sorcerer materialized in the vastness and moved straight toward the airship.
As the figure approached the side of the airship, a small hatch imdiately opened. After the figure stepped inside, the hatch closed again, concealing itself.
In the airship, over a dozen figures sat, their auras sinister, vicious, or fiercely wild – a variety of fierce-looking figures, seeming nothing like sorcerers.
At that ti, one of them spoke, “You’ve arrived. How did the task we entrusted to you go?”
“Apologies, Dean Watkin, I have not found the opportunity,” the newly arrived figure replied, noticing the unchanged expression of the inquirer. He hastily added,
“You must know, he and I have grievances. Any unusual behavior from , and he might notice. Moreover, the attention he receives is not sothing ordinary enchanters can compare with; in a place like Sky Flow Valley, it is really not fitting to take any risks.”
“Yosef, you fool, so you’re saying you haven’t acted at all, just wasting ti,” the questioner couldn’t help but scold.
“My deepest apologies, Dean Watkin, and to all the distinguished gentlen here,” Yosef replied.
This man was Yosef from the East Capital guild, and at this mont, he was bowing his head in front of people he didn’t regard highly in past years.
If Ivan were there, he would recognize that it was Monde Watkin who was berating Yosef – the Dean Watkin of Mongna Ant Land Cottage who had been absent for so long.
By now, Monde had beco a Level 3 Sorcerer, whereas Yosef remained at Level 2. With lesser strength, Yosef had no choice but to lower his head.
“This fool has accomplished nothing, what do you all think?” Monde mocked further before consulting with the others.
“You’re familiar with him, aren’t you? You lead the pursuit, and we’ll support from the side,” a hook-nosed man beside Monde suggested. The others exchanged glances and nodded in agreent.
“I’ll try my best,” said Monde.
“Not try your best, but must assassinate. Killing that great scholar not only brings us his bounty but also stirs up turmoil in the sorcerer world, many birds with one stone,” the hook-nosed man said.
“Sorcerer Monde, don’t underestimate our organization. We in the Green Sprout Guild have many tricks up our sleeves. This ti, that great scholar will definitely not escape,” another dissatisfied man added forcefully.
Hearing the words of the others, Monde could only nod continuously, committing to the assassination.
Not far away, Yosef stood silently, thinking to himself that this ti that arrogant fellow was dood.
Reviews
All reviews (0)