However, Jiebo couldn’t fathom why this seemingly ordinary omen could attract the descent of the world’s consciousness.
What kind of spell is being created?
While Jiebo was full of question marks, in another distant part of the sea where his true body was, he suddenly perceived a call in his consciousness.
“Jiebo?” It was a low and husky voice filled with the vicissitudes of life.
Not only Jiebo’s true form heard the voice; Bai, who was by Jiebo’s side, heard it as well. Moreover, due to being blind, Bai was even more sensitive to sound and could even locate the current that carried the voice.
“Mentor?” Jiebo immediately recognized the speaker and respectfully asked, “May I know what you need from me?”
“I remember you have a water incarnation near the Whisker Sea. There is world consciousness descending there. Do you know what is happening?” Florenza inquired.
“The Mentor has perceived it too?” Jiebo was slightly startled. He remembered that his mentor was supposed to be in the far-off Endless Sea, yet he could sense what was happening in the Whisker Sea.
Jiebo: “My water incarnation is actually nearby at the moment. According to the omen’s fluctuations, it seems that someone is there creating a spell.”
“A Law Creation Phenomenon? That is possible,” Florenza mused for a moment, “but something still seems odd.”
“Odd?” Jiebo didn’t understand what Florenza meant.
“I just feel that this time, the world consciousness seems a little different from the past,” Florenza paused, “or maybe I’m thinking too much. Nevertheless, if you get the chance, try to see who is creating the spell.”
If it were an ordinary Wizard, they should be able to embark on that path with this Creation.
Jiebo nodded, about to say that his water incarnation couldn’t enter the range of the dark clouds, but he realized Florenza’s voice had already faded away.
…
Florenza was not the only one who could sense the situation in the Whisker Sea.
A small group of people standing at the pinnacle of the Wizard Realm in the Southern Domain had also faintly sensed the will of the world descending on the other side of the ocean.
However, these individuals were all seasoned and weathered, some indifferent, some casually glancing over, some observing with keen interest. But none were truly curious enough to pursue the matter to the end.
They also realized that the source of this omen was Creation.
At such a time, to intrude on someone else’s Creation would be considered distasteful. Even the most extreme Wizards wouldn’t do such a thing.
They weren’t too interested in what kind of Spell Technique was being created since the omen didn’t seem that strong.
Yet, it had been a long time since anyone had seen a Law Creation Phenomenon involving the world’s will, so they were somewhat curious about the person behind the Creation.
At that moment, in the Seventh Continent of the Stone Mulberry Dynasty, within the Pongul Theme Park.
Sanders was sitting across from a young man with a beaming smile within a rusty iron-clad Wizard’s Tower.
This young man appeared harmless, smiling innocently, but to mistake him for an easy target would be courting death.
The “Nerve Wanderer” Sterling, a Wizard who had embarked on the path of True Knowledge more than six hundred years before Sanders and was also an Alchemist who specialized in mechanical nerves.
Sanders’ visit to Sterling was, of course, due to some conditions in Jon’s body. Though Sterling focused on mechanical nerves, he was very knowledgeable about the human body; his hobby involved keenly transforming the nervous system into mechanical nerves—a task impossible without understanding the human body.
Chatting with Sterling was straightforward, and Sanders quickly received the answers he sought, even gaining some additional information. The only thing he regretted was the cost of conversing with Sterling.
Sterling was an excessively money-loving Wizard. To chat with him, no matter who you were, a price had to be paid.
Sanders didn’t want to recall how much he had spent, but at least the answers he received from Sterling were satisfying.
Just when the conversation was nearly over and Sanders was about to take his leave, both men paused for a moment.
The fluctuation from the descent of the world’s consciousness above the Whisker Sea had finally reached them.