By the time it was completed and permanently fixed in the Witchcraft Slot, he would be able to retain this model of the gate constructed with special energy.
His decision was undoubtedly bold.
Because he had no idea what benefits or detriments the special energy could bring, or whether it would cause any harm to him?
Yet he still went ahead with it, primarily because, at that moment in the strange world, Angel lacked an emotional module and was absolutely rational. After analysis, he believed the special energy would not harm him.
At the same time, Angel intended to take Jon back to Earth, so he couldn’t afford to miss out on anything related to the “Eye of the Sky,” including this special energy.
Also because half of the Gate Model he constructed was made of special energy, Angel couldn’t be sure whether the final effect would be purely spatial displacement?
Could those special energies cause some other effects? This too was an unknown.
Moreover, Angel used his own magic power, which contained Illusion Technique properties, to construct the Gate Model—could this also affect the final result?
The answers to all these questions could only be known once the Gate Model was set today.
…
Time slowly passed.
Popota suddenly felt something unusual and raised his head in confusion.
He first looked into the distance, where the sun was now tilting, casting a rosy glow on the sea surface in the distance. Looking closely, there seemed to be nothing amiss.
He then turned his head to look at Angel, who was sitting cross-legged on the cliff top not far away. Angel was still with his eyes closed, showing no sign of movement.
Hesitating for a moment, Popota couldn’t help but mutter to himself, “Could I have sensed it wrong? And… didn’t Angel say he was going to test a Trick? Why hasn’t he made a move?”
Not daring to disturb Angel, Popota shook his head and continued to lift the Pliant Worm’s nest, observing the queen worm’s changes.
…
At this moment, near the coastal area of the Old Earth Continent, a figure emitting a faint blue light, stood by the edge of a tranquil, emerald-green lake.
This faint blue light figure, upon closer inspection, appeared almost transparent, as if composed of liquid.
However, its facial features were extremely distinct.
If Angel were here, he would probably immediately recognize that this figure bore an uncanny resemblance to “Son of the Ocean” Jiebo.
The only difference was that this watery figure did not have the Pattern on the brow.
And this figure was indeed related to Jiebo because it was the aquatic Avatar Jiebo had sent.
Jiebo had previously placed several such Avatars in the nearby seas, with this one particularly concealed within the Whisker Sea.
“Through the underground aqueduct of this lake, I should be able to directly reach the location where Gold is,” Jiebo murmured to himself.
Since he was here to find Angel, he had to start from “Silvery Star,” who might know of Angel’s whereabouts.
As Jiebo was having these thoughts, his brows suddenly furrowed tightly, and he swiftly turned to look at the Whisker Sea in the distance.
The horizon, both sky and sea, was tinged with the embarrassed orange-red of the sunset.
“Such a strange feeling,” Jiebo frowned, wondering why he was feeling so uneasy when there seemed to be nothing wrong at first glance?
“It’s a pity that this is just an Avatar. I can’t analyze the specific sensation,” Jiebo sighed. “It would be better if it were my true self here.”
As time progressed, the unfamiliar sensation in Jiebo’s heart grew more intense.
He glanced at the lake beneath his feet and then back at the distant ocean.
“Should I go check it out?”
Jiebo weighed his options for a while, then turned away from the lake, walking towards the sea.
Since he knew Angel was in Old Earth Continent, finding him could wait. But that unsettling unusual sensation was a rare occurrence.
Jiebo decided to check it out.
Not just Jiebo, but also at the outskirts of Conniea, on a farm, Silvery Star suddenly furrowed her brows, looking perplexedly around. Failing to notice anything unusual, she chose to disregard it.
And in the locked quiet chamber of the underground laboratory, Gold also opened his eyes.
Although Gold noticed something unusual, he didn’t think too much, or rather, he didn’t dare to at such a critical moment. He couldn’t afford to relax.
Gold closed his eyes again, sinking into his thoughts.