Before Angel even got close to the golden blood, he felt the terrifying and surging energy it emanated.
Unquestionably, it’s indeed the Thief of Time; even a single drop of blood is this powerful.
After giving it a compliment, Angel added another: However, now it’s mine!
Delightedly taking out the Chain-type Potion Bottle, Angel gently inhaled toward the golden blood.
No response.
A second attempt yielded the same lack of response.
"Is this potion bottle broken?" Angel wondered as he sensed the potion bottle, but there was no issue.
Or could it be that this drop of golden blood couldn’t be contained using a potion bottle?
After some thought, Angel attempted using the Bennett Spout Bottle, but again, no response.
"Strange, has it already solidified and is no longer liquid?" Angel wondered, conjuring a Hand of Magic, deciding to touch the golden blood with it.
But just as the Hand of Magic was about to touch the golden blood, Angel paused.
The Hand of Magic was blocked by a soft layer of something.
This soft sensation was like jelly, somewhat cold to the touch. Most importantly, when the Hand of Magic touched it, the soft jelly moved slightly, with a little resistance, trying to push the Hand of Magic away.
"Hmm... this familiar sensation."
Angel squinted his eyes and activated the energy vision—
In the vision of energy, it was not just a drop of golden blood in front of him, but also a fat and large sludgy blob.
It was the mutated Void Traveler, Wang Wang.
The reason he couldn’t collect the golden blood with a potion bottle or tapered flask earlier was because that drop of golden blood had already fallen into Wang Wang’s belly.
Because Wang Wang’s main body is actually transparent, and Angel hadn’t activated the energy vision earlier, it looked as if the golden blood was floating in the air, but in fact, it had already been swallowed...
...
After a few minutes, Angel sat cross-legged on a patch of glowing velvet grass in the void.
"When did you arrive?" Angel asked Wang Wang curiously.
Wang Wang looked at Angel but did not speak, instead using its sludgy body to shape a hand, pointing to the golden blood in its belly, then gesturing towards Angel.
"Are you saying it’s in your belly, and you can’t speak because of it?"
Wang Wang nodded.
Angel: "Then why don’t you spit it out?"
Wang Wang shook its head vigorously and gestured something complicated, but Angel couldn’t understand.
If it were human sign language, he might be able to guess, but Wang Wang is not familiar with human civilization. Its makeshift sign language was hard to interpret.
Angel could only stare at Wang Wang, cluelessly.
"Forget it, stop gesturing. I’ll ask, you answer. Just nod or shake your head, nod for yes, shake for no."
This time, Wang Wang understood and nodded.
"When you arrived here, was I here already?"
"Do you know whose golden blood this is?"
"Is it useful to you?"
"Was this drop of golden blood given to you by the Dalmatian?"
Angel asked one question after another, gathering that Wang Wang appeared when the golden blood transitioned from void to solid. This drop of blood might or might not be useful to it and was not something the Dalmatian intended for it.
In other words, this drop of blood was likely still a benefit meant for Angel by the Dalmatian.
As for why Wang Wang swallowed it, Angel’s various indirect questions failed to uncover the correct answer.
The more he asked, the more confused Angel became.
"If you don’t digest the golden blood, can’t you speak?" Angel asked again.
This time, it was the Dalmatian who shook its head.
Angel’s eyes lit up: "Then when can you speak?"
This question didn’t require a yes or no answer, but the Dalmatian thought seriously and created an hourglass with its body in front of Angel.
The top of the hourglass was liquid, dripping down one drop at a time.
Angel immediately understood; the Dalmatian was using this method to tell him when it could speak.
"About ten hours?" Angel calculated and thought that time wasn’t too long, so he decided to wait. It was also a good opportunity to digest the previous spatial information.
So, Angel and Wang Wang sat on the glowing velvet grass, waiting for the hourglass time to run out.
After ten hours, Angel finally looked up at Wang Wang.
What he saw left him stunned.
Because Wang Wang had become... Gold Wang Wang.
Literally ’gold’ Wang Wang.
Earlier, Wang Wang was completely transparent, invisible to the naked eye, but now, Wang Wang was coated with a layer of gold, looking like a solid gold slug statue.
This golden color came from the golden blood itself.
The tremendous and overwhelming aura was exactly the same.
"Did you digest the Thief of Time’s blood?" Angel asked, astonished.
Wang Wang: "No, I just hid it back in the sky."
The sky? Angel looked at Wang Wang puzzled.
After a prolonged discussion and explanation, Angel understood that what Wang Wang referred to as the sky was actually a non-dimensional space, similar to the high-dimensional passage where it had taken him for void traversal once before.
And within Wang Wang, there exists such a space outside of this dimension. — Angel was surprised to learn about this hidden secret within Wang Wang, but after thinking about it, he was somewhat relieved. The Spirit Sea, Land of the Soul, and Mind Space within humans are similar, though more conceptual, whereas Wang Wang’s is more concrete.
"I name the space within me ’the sky’.
It hid the golden blood in the sky, so now it can speak. Otherwise, the vast energy of the golden blood would hinder any mental expression.
"Is this ’sky’ unique to you or is it common to all Void Travelers?" Angel asked curiously.
"All my kin have their own sky, but theirs are not the same as mine. However, how they differ, I can’t explain." Wang Wang looked troubled.
Angel roughly understood. Wang Wang is a special existence among Void Travelers. Its dimensional traversals are high-dimensional walks, evident of its uniqueness. So it’s normal for its ’sky’ to be special too.
"All my abilities come from within the sky."
Because of this, when the golden blood enters the ’sky’, it can simply utilize its power. For example, releasing the terrifying aura of the golden blood to scare off ignorant beings, although the side effect is turning into ’Gold Wang Wang’.
Having roughly understood Wang Wang’s and the golden blood’s situation, Angel then asked, "Tell me, after being swallowed by the Dalmatian, what did you experience? Also, when did you arrive, and why did you swallow this drop of golden blood?"