Looking at the figure curled up beneath the dome, Isabella’s mood suddenly became very complex.
Had Angel really failed?
Emotionally, she felt a bit of schadenfreude, but if she were to return to reality, Isabella’s rationality had not left her; she was well aware that if Angel’s breakthrough failed, it would undoubtedly be a significant loss for Black Castle. The friendship pact that had been settled with Illusion Demon Island might also encounter unexpected issues.
Although she didn’t care about the alliance with Illusion Demon Island, her most admired, beloved, and cherished mentor placed great importance on it.
Because of this, Isabella was actually feeling very conflicted. She wished for Angel to fail, yet she didn’t want to see her mentor disappointed.
At this thought, Isabella couldn’t help but look towards her mentor.
Now that Angel’s advancement had failed, what would Isabel think?
But to her surprise, Isabel’s expression was bizarre, her brows deeply furrowed, her face filled with confusion and doubt.
Isabella couldn’t help asking, “Did Angel fail?”
Isabel hesitated for a moment, neither shaking her head nor nodding, but slowly said, “I don’t know, but when I look at him, I have a feeling.”
“As if staring into an abyss.”
Staring into the abyss? The people on the Ghost Ship did not understand what Isabel meant.
Isabel didn’t explain, she just softly said, “I can’t predict what will happen in the next second. It could be a failure, or perhaps…” an even more intense outburst.
Isabel did not finish her sentence.
Others were confused by her words: Wasn’t the situation very clear now? What else could happen in the next second other than failure?
While everyone felt puzzled, an unexpectedly terrifying sense of oppression suddenly appeared.
This sudden oppressive force even made Isabella feel a strong discomfort.
However, the source of the pressure did not come from beneath their feet but rather from above their heads… the profound void.
…
Meanwhile, in the Inner Layer World, within the Soul Realm on the second sub-level of Black Castle, in a quiet room.
Frost, wearing a gear mask, was meditating with his eyes closed. The injuries inflicted by the Reincarnation Casket of the Undead were not as superficial as they had appeared; he had stayed in Black Castle hoping to find a peaceful place to heal.
Black Castle was just the right place.
As it was located in the Inner Layer World, the Primordial Magic here was so dense that ordinary wizards couldn’t absorb it, which was perfect for Frost.
What’s more important, Black Castle also had an Angel who greatly intrigued him.
The air was tranquil, and gentle energy flowed quietly.
Without warning, Frost behind the mask suddenly opened his eyes.
He looked up at the ceiling, as if he could see through the thick layers of earth to gaze upon the even higher and deeper void.
“What’s going on? In such a short time, it’s appeared again?” Frost murmured to himself.
After pondering for a moment, Frost stood up and with a single step vanished into thin air.
In the Middle Layer World, beneath the dome, Angel’s situation seemed very wrong. Sanders pondered for a moment, then walked towards Angel.
But as he had just taken two steps, a figure in a black robe appeared before him, blocking his path.
The figure in the black robe turned its head, revealing a bronze gear mask—it was Frost.
“Angel is at a critical moment right now. You better not get close. If anything happens, can you take responsibility?” Frost’s voice reached Sanders’s ears.
Sanders prudently stopped in his tracks.
“What is happening with Angel now?” Instead of questioning why Frost was there, Sanders asked about what concerned him the most.
Sanders himself had gone through countless breakthroughs, but he had never seen a situation like Angel’s.
It had seemed like Angel had already succeeded in the breakthrough, and Sanders had even begun to relax, but then an unexpected change occurred in the next second.
The Transformation into a Magic Vortex had been successful, and the expansion of the Spirit Sea had ended. In Sanders’ view, the breakthrough should have been over at this point, and after spending some time stabilizing the Magic Vortex and nourishing the Psychic Model, everything should have been complete.
But Angel had encountered a mishap at this moment.
To this day, Sanders had no idea what could go wrong in the final stage.
Now that Frost had appeared and spoken such meaningful words, it seemed like he knew about Angel’s current situation, which prompted Sanders to seek confirmation from him.
Frost looked up at the dark void and whispered, “Soon, you will know.”
…
Time rewound to not long ago.
Angel had reached the final step of stabilizing the Magic Vortex, allowing the Magic Vortex Embryo to come into contact with the Primordial Magic of the outside world for the first time.
Would the Magic Vortex be able to turn the Primordial Magic into an essence of pure energy?
Angel carefully absorbed the primordial magic power from the outside world; in the suitably concentrated Middle Layer World, the primordial magic power he absorbed was just right. As the primordial magic power entered the Magic Vortex Embryo, Angel’s mood also began to hang in the balance.
Soon, in the process of the Magic Vortex Embryo’s rotation, some of the overly active and mixed energy-primordial magic powers were intercepted by Angel midway.
This was a normal occurrence.
These intercepted primordial magic powers were not unusable. It was only because the Magic Vortex Embryo had a fixed threshold for the primordial magic power it could absorb that, in Angel’s current situation, they were temporarily unsuitable.