The sudden withdrawal of the Cruel Scholar from Angel’s Land of the Soul, without any further probing, actually revealed a significant amount of information.
Sanders put himself in the position of the Cruel Scholar and considered that, according to external assessments of the Cruel Scholar, it was an extremely unique Demon God, even more knowledgeable than many Wizards and a Demon God that pursued scholarly study and research to an extreme. If it acted according to its behavior pattern upon finding something unusual with Angel’s soul, it would undoubtedly have a desire to research and would not so easily abandon exploration. The only reason it would give up probing, perhaps, was that… it failed.
After clashing with the entity behind Angel’s soul, it lost.
This was the most likely possibility, and based on this likelihood, all the subsequent actions of the Cruel Scholar, including its decision not to imprint the true name sigil onto Angel, were explained.
Because for a Demon God to imprint a true name sigil, it must be engraved upon the soul!
The reason it did not do this was because—it, did, not, dare!
Upon this realization, Sanders couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief, but at the same time, he was filled with curiosity about the existence behind Angel’s soul; even a grand Demon God’s strength seemed insufficient. What mysteries were hidden behind it? However, as curious as he was, he understood one principle very clearly—without the prerequisite of power, curiosity could kill a cat.
So, the Cruel Scholar didn’t dare to imprint the sigil and was very curious about Angel, which is why it left the statue by his side, wanting to observe through it?
According to this logic, everything fell into place with the facts.
Sanders felt that this might just be the truth.
Sanders shared his conjecture with Angel in a straightforward manner, “Perhaps the Cruel Scholar is wary of the existence behind your soul, and that’s why it didn’t dare to imprint the sigil.”
After a pause, Sanders added, “However, you need to remember that even if your soul is special, it’s not your power, and it might even become a danger to you… Plus, if your physical body dies, your soul will just be a lonely vessel in the boundless world, never reaching the other shore.”
Sanders made these remarks to make Angel realize not to place any hopes on unknown powers.
Only what one controls and understands can truly be considered one’s own.
Angel nodded as if enlightened, “Then, carrying this statue with me, is there any danger? I heard the will of the Cruel Scholar say that this object seems to be usable, and later I met Yadasai, who told me this is a Descent, what is a Descent?”
“A Descent is a container that accommodates the will of a Demon God to descend,” Sanders explained, “And what they call ‘using’ it, is actually just like those fervent believers in the Evil God, praying from the depths of their hearts for the mercy of the Demon God, which can then actively send down its will.”
“If you actively pray for the descent of a Demon God, the cost is beyond your imagination. So, you must absolutely not use it,” warned Sanders in a gentler tone, “As for whether this Descent might have any dangers, I do not yet know. However, as it stands, your situation differs from others who have been marked by a Demon God, so if there’s an impact, it should be very limited. After we return to Barbarian Cave, I will check the literature and archives.”
“Also, since the Descent can contain the will of a Demon God, it might maintain consciousness and observe you from the shadows, so you should always keep the green Pattern for shielding active; and if you have any secret affairs to conduct, try to open the Nightmare Realm and keep it outside the Nightmare Realm,” Sanders advised.
After speaking, Sanders looked at Angel and sighed deeply.
How come this young man always seemed to attract more trouble? Previously, when Angel was not under his watch, it was one thing, but now in Lassudral, and in such a short period of time, he had managed to provoke someone like the Cruel Scholar… Sanders rubbed his temples, feeling a sense of weary fatigue.
As Sanders sighed, the Void Tower suddenly began to shake violently.
Chunks of rock started to fall sparsely from above.
Angel and Sanders exchanged glances, and their figures instantly sprang into action. They were very close to the main gate, so they soon arrived in front of it.
The gate was vast enough to accommodate a giant. At that moment, the gate was wide open; when they got there, they first saw an endless cloud of dust outside.
The dust could either be from fierce battles stirring up the earth or from the debris formed when Lassudral collapsed. However, the dust was soon covered by a blanket of fog.
“Pitter-patter—” A soft and alluring female voice suddenly filled their ears.
Then, fine rain began to fall from the sky.
Upon seeing this sight, both Angel and Sanders simultaneously thought of a name: Nitotipu!
“Nitotipu’s rainclouds have enveloped the entire range of the Void Tower,” Sanders mused, “What does it plan to do?”