After You Nu left, Adanis still felt somewhat uneasy.
Her brow was tightly furrowed, and her eyes unconsciously turned into a silver-white mirror. The mirror reflected scenes like racing horse lamps, scenes not monitored by the Magical Energy Array, but belonging uniquely to her... memory.
Memories so distant that they required the use of her talent to recall.
Ten thousand years ago, in one night, the glory of Naraku City vanished, descending into the mortal realm.
During that time, it was a huge blow to those sheltered under the great tree of Naraku. One by one, Dominators left, and those who didn’t leave mostly fell into an eternal slumber in despair.
But for the newborn Adanis, Naraku meant almost nothing to her.
Moreover, Adanis and Olao had always been hidden in the Qingkong Poetry Room, where a powerful Magical Energy Array set by Margaret ensured no one could find them, let alone intrude. Even the Wise Sovereign could not enter after it was built, except when invited by the master; after the master left, the Wise Sovereign couldn’t come in anymore.
Thus, the Qingkong Poetry Room was considered one of the rare sanctuaries within the Underground Aqueduct.
However, for a sanctuary to remain forever unstained by dust is very difficult.
In the millennia after the master left, Olao still held expectations for the descendants of Noah, and back then Adanis listened to Olao, not rejecting the descendants of Noah. Like Olao, she anticipated they would come and take them away.
In the end, each descendant of Noah was worse than the last. They couldn’t even reach the Qingkong Poetry Room, many of them already defeated on the way.
It’s important to note that at that time, Adanis hadn’t set up sentries nor did she have the Wise Sovereign to obstruct them, yet still, the descendants of Noah performed terribly.
Even those who reached the Qingkong Poetry Room were nothing but greedy.
During that time, Olao grew more and more despondent day by day, affecting the Qingkong Poetry Room to transform from clear skies to a somber nocturne.
Day by day, year by year, "clear skies" turned to "darkness," and it was never like before, leaving only endless deathly stillness. The Poetry Room finally became what it is now... a remnant.
It was then that Adanis began testing the descendants of Noah.
She believed that only those who passed the test had the qualifications to enter the remnant. Back then, although Olao did not agree in his heart, he did not stop it.
As more descendants of Noah came for the test, Adanis saw through their greed more and more.
Thus, what was originally just a test for the descendants of Noah became resistance and even expulsion.
For this, Adanis even developed a set of skilled procedures: block outside, banish to the Sea of Void Mirror, erase all memory, and return to the human world.
Because the Sea of Void Mirror erased many memories of the Naraku descendants, it also led to fewer and fewer descendants of Noah knowing about the remnant.
For Adanis, this was a good thing. She didn’t like the descendants of Noah, and by now, she had discovered some of her own... secrets.
She already knew that the arrival of the descendants of Noah offered no benefits, only changing the current situation.
Therefore, Adanis’s attitude towards the descendants of Noah became increasingly dismissive, no longer even testing them. As soon as there was a chance, she would directly banish them to the Sea of Void Mirror.
Adanis knew that Olao was not very satisfied with her actions. However, Adanis also knew that Olao wouldn’t stop her.
Olao ignored Adanis’s actions and even rarely mentioned matters regarding Noah.
Adanis knew she had won.
As long as she persisted, even the influence of the master would gradually be worn away by time. By then, Olao would truly have a new life, free from any shackles.
As for things Adanis often said, like "compared to the descendants of Noah, she more anticipated the coming of Naraku," initially it might have held some truth, but now, it was purely meaningless talk. Or rather, it was a platitude to appease Olao and the Wise Sovereign.
Adanis thought that even if it took a few hundred years, a thousand, or even another ten thousand, as long as she erased Olao’s shackles, they could truly be free.
Yet this time, Olao’s abnormality left Adanis deeply uneasy.
The scenes in the mirror eyes gradually shattered, and Adanis awoke from her immersion.
Although her eyes returned to their calm indifference, one could still see the lingering unease from her earlier disturbance.
"If things go as usual, You Nu should easily handle a few ordinary Wizards." Adanis thought to herself, "But this time is different, the Wise Sovereign manifestly appeared with unusual activity. If he lends a hand, there might be changes."
Thinking of the Wise Sovereign made Adanis feel even worse. This unusual behavior from Olao was already a variable; the Wise Sovereign stirring up trouble at this time compounded the uncertainty.
However, the timing chosen by the Wise Sovereign is so coincidental, was it unintentional, or deliberate?
With so many variables, where would the final result lead? It’s impossible to predict now, but Adanis understood that as long as the result did not drive them away, it would certainly be disadvantageous for her.
Relying solely on You Nu wasn’t safe; she needed to prepare a few more contingency plans.
With this in mind, Adanis narrowed her eyes and her figure gradually merged into the darkness...
When her body emerged from a prismatic light, she had entered a room filled with red light.
This room wasn’t large; it would feel cramped with five or six adults present. Moreover, the floor was covered with solidified red wax, making the room appear even more confined.
Adanis wasn’t even standing on the ground but hovered mid-air.
The ceiling of the room was quite high, with a chandelier resembling a spider web hanging from it. The "lights" were actually red candles.
This was why the room was dim and filled with an eerie red glow.
Adanis looked around the small room but did not see her target. Her gaze unconsciously fell on the undulating, wave-like solidified wax on the floor, secretly wondering... could it be hiding beneath?
As Adanis stared at the red wax on the floor, she didn’t notice a blood-red hand quietly creeping up her shoulder.
This hand wasn’t large, roughly the size of an infant’s, but the continuously dripping red liquid and the blue-black nails made it look exceptionally horrific.
As the hand continued to emerge, a blood-red infant’s head, completely devoid of skin, appeared from behind Adanis.
Its expression was bizarre, with a smile so wide it reached its ears, revealing a toothless mouth.
It grinned strangely while reaching its hand towards Adanis’s neck, closer and closer...