This time the vine gave a clearer answer than before.
——Hanging Jail Stairway.
But this answer... is useless! He knows the Wood Spirit is in the Hanging Jail Stairway, but where exactly?
Faced with Angel’s further inquiry, the giant vine was like a confused snake, tilting its head in puzzlement. The emotional fluctuation conveyed, after Angel’s interpretation, roughly meant: Why don’t you know?
Angel found it somewhat amusing: Why should I know?
"I was dizzy and came to ask you, thinking you hadn’t been to the Hanging Jail Stairway, how would you know where the Wood Spirit is precisely?" Angel sighed inwardly and bid farewell to the vine, continuing to walk towards the depths of the door.
After walking about twenty meters, Angel instinctively looked back. He saw not far away, the vine still maintained its "confused head-tilt" posture, appearing as if it hadn’t yet figured it out.
Angel chuckled, thinking: Demon Plant is Demon Plant, completely different from the Wood Spirit. Even if this Demon Plant has lived for a thousand, ten thousand years, the awakening of Spirit Intelligence still hasn’t made great progress. While spirit life forms, even if just a stone with Spirit birth, its initial intelligence far surpasses ordinary magical creatures.
Just like that Wood Spirit, even though it just gained intelligence, it learned a wise but foolish skill—pretending to be dead.
If the Demon Plant were in the Wood Spirit’s situation, it wouldn’t consider the power difference, encountering approaching creatures, it would come attacking tooth and claw regardless.
That’s the difference.
Thinking this, Angel continued walking forward.
The road behind the door was finely tuned, and with the defense of Demon Plants, there were virtually no signs of damage inside. The walls on both sides even had exquisitely carved candlesticks, though the candlestick no longer had lamp oil.
After walking nearly a hundred meters, Angel finally encountered the first geographical change after entering.
An upward staircase appeared before Angel.
The staircase wasn’t very long, Angel could see the end of it at a glance: another door.
Fortunately, this door wasn’t guarded.
Before stepping on the staircase, Angel took one last look back at the distant vine, which still maintained its puzzled expression.
Seeing its "tilted head" posture, Angel seemed to hear someone whispering beside his ear: "Why don’t you know?"
Angel shook his head, deciding not to think further, and slowly stepped onto the staircase,
But inexplicably, the more Angel tried not to think, the more his thoughts veered there.
"Why don’t I know? Why should I know?"
Angel pondered as he walked upwards.
Suddenly, Angel paused, a thought flashed through his mind, he looked up abruptly: "Yeah, why wouldn’t I know?"
He began to realize why the vine had such a query.
Angel had placed himself in the human position from start to finish, but forgot that from the vine’s perspective, Angel was a "Wood Spirit." And Wood Spirit perceiving its kind should be very easy, right? So why don’t you know?
Thinking of this, Angel couldn’t help but mock himself: "So, in the end, the clown turns out to be myself?"
Previously, he stood on the high ground of superiority, comparing the intelligence gap between the vine and the Wood Spirit from above, only now realizing that while he was looking down on others, they were questioning his ignorance.
After coming to this understanding, besides self-mockery, Angel’s heart also felt incredibly embarrassed.
Fortunately, everyone else was in the Exile Space, only he outside, otherwise, he’d be even more embarrassed.
Angel was now too embarrassed to look back at the vine, quickened his pace, and arrived at the door at the end of the staircase in a few steps.
The door was pulled outward, not locked.
After confirming there were no mechanisms or traps on the door, Angel eagerly opened it.
Upon opening the door, Angel saw a layer of black curtain. Literally, a layer of black dark curtain.
Faint spatial fluctuations swirled on the black curtain.
Angel hesitated for a moment, summoned a Hand of Magic Power, and gently reached forward.
The Hand of Magic Power smoothly passed through the black curtain, at the same time, from the feedback returned to Angel from the Hand of Magic Power, Angel could confirm the inside and outside of the door were two different spaces.
Which means, inside the door is an Other-dimensional Space.
The Hand of Magic Power could smoothly return, indicating the Other-dimensional Space wasn’t one-way. This somewhat eased Angel’s mind, if it were a one-way space, he’d need to think seriously before stepping inside.
With the Hand of Magic Power’s probing, Angel confidently stepped into the black curtain.
Angel’s figure merged into the black curtain, like passing through a water membrane. When Angel’s figure appeared again, he was already on a platform illuminated by Fluorite.
The platform wasn’t large, the illumination from the Fluorite was sufficient to cover it, beyond the platform, was a vast expanse, no walls to shield, leaving the platform would plunge into a chaos space resembling the Void.
The only road on the platform was a mystical staircase leading to an unknown destination in the Void.
The staircase standing out among nothingness, along with being in an Other-dimensional Space, gave Angel an illusion, as if he had returned to the Hanging Jail Stairway in the Nightmare Realm.
Indeed, this place was too similar to the Hanging Jail Stairway.
Angel even suspected this might already be the Hanging Jail Stairway? Could it be another entrance to the Hanging Jail Stairway?
Angel couldn’t figure it out for a moment, but didn’t delve deeply, whether this is the Hanging Jail Stairway or not, he’ll find out after exploring. More importantly now, is to release everyone from the Exile Space.
Before outside the door, Angel worried the vine would sense what’s happening, so he didn’t release anyone. But now being in the Other-dimensional Space, it’s not a problem anymore. The vine’s perception is strong, but without medium simultaneously present in both spaces, it can’t sense the Other-dimensional Space.
With the ancient Exile Space door reopening, everyone filed out.
Two apprentices came out, exhaled longingly. Dox and the Black Earl were unaffected—of course, excluding the Black Earl’s stuffed-up nose.