With this in mind, Greerwu stopped its wishful thinking and lifted its head to look into the distance.
Now that the True Spirit Force had all disappeared, did it mean that peace had returned? Greerwu glanced at Aoluxiya’s spirit in the distance, pondering… Should it go and take it now?
However, Greerwu hadn’t made any move when a sudden change occurred—
Clouds appeared from nowhere, rumbling ominously as they filled the sky.
When a flash of lightning lit up the horizon,
A grand and enormous divine presence enveloped this continent.
“This feeling… it’s the Abyssal Will!” Greerwu raised its head to look at the surging dark clouds in the sky, its eyes filled with terror.
Why would the Abyssal Will suddenly descend?
In Greerwu’s memory, only when events that could overturn the world took place would the Abyssal Will appear. For instance, when bestowing the authority of the Demon Lord’s throne, or when a new Demon God was born… Only then would the Abyssal Will come forth.
But now, with no Demon God born and no Lord advancing in rank, why would the Abyssal Will manifest?
Greerwu’s confusion could probably only be explained by Angel.
Angel, feeling the magnificent divine presence, finally let go of the tension in his heart. It was just as the message left by that person had said: once he had spread the True Spirit Force across this land, the will of the Abyss would appear.
With the emergence of the Abyssal Will, it also meant that he was temporarily safe.
The nearly collapsing continent was now brimming with vitality. For the world consciousness, this was a positive event, and only after the land had recovered from its state of collapse would the world consciousness dissipate.
During this period, it was absolutely impossible for outsiders to enter, and he didn’t have to worry about danger from elsewhere.
Angel looked back at his surroundings, still the same brownish-red barren land with no apparent changes. He had thought that the reinvigorated continent would be lush with vegetation, blooming flowers, and cascading waterfalls; it seemed he was mistaken.
It seemed that the vitality of the continent was not determined by its natural landscape.
Pitter-patter—
Following another lightning strike, a downpour suddenly began.
Rain threaded into white curtains, and a great amount of steam rose from the distant Magma pools.
The smell of sulfur at the tip of his nose gradually turned into the fresh scent of rainwater. Angel raised his head to look at the sky. Although the dark clouds were rolling and lightning snakes were darting through, inexplicably, he felt that the previous deathly stillness in the sky had vanished.
Soaked in this rain, Angel didn’t feel discomfort but instead felt a sense of pleasure deep within his heart.
Especially since the minute sound of rainwater seeping into the earth made Angel’s pleasure even greater.
Angel pondered carefully for a moment and then realized the source of his pleasure. It was not the rain itself, but the land beneath his feet.
Unknowingly, he seemed to have formed a strange connection with this world.
Extremely intimate.
Could it be that because he had released the True Spirit Force to nourish the earth, this wonderful connection had formed?
If one were to treat this continent as a sort of creature, in a sense, Angel had saved a being that was on the brink of death.
So the diffuse consciousness of this land felt intimacy towards Angel?
Angel vaguely sensed that perhaps this was why that person didn’t unseal the Sparkling Green Tree themself but instead entrusted the task of unsealing it to him?
Perhaps this was the truth, but Angel was still somewhat confused—could there be any benefit to feeling an intimate connection with this land?
This question was quickly answered.
For Angel soon discovered the first benefit of feeling an intimate connection with the continent’s diffuse consciousness.
When he was on this land, it seemed that he was not affected by the Abyssal Will.
The coming of the Abyssal Will made all the creatures on the land feel its divinity. Angel could feel it too, but he was only inwardly shocked by the Abyssal Will; he did not suffer any other negative effects.
Greerwu and Popota looked completely different now; under the coverage of the Abyssal Will, Greerwu bowed its head, trembling slightly but still able to move; while Popota was in a worse state; as a being from the Otherworld, he faced even greater oppression, almost lying flat on the ground, unable to move his hands or feet.
As far as the Abyssal Will was concerned, Angel was also a being from another world, but now he was unaffected.
“It looks like this benefit isn’t too bad,” Angel murmured to himself, then started to walk towards Toby’s location.