However, this sensation of darkness lasted only briefly, almost just a blink, before things returned to normal.
At this moment, Angel looked down at the completed magical energy array on the parchment.
And it was, perfect and flawless.
He put down the engraving pen and rubbed his temple. He sensed his body’s condition slightly and found no issues, and from Feng’s gaze, Angel noticed no anomalies either.
Angel speculated whether it was because he hadn’t carved a magical energy array for a long time, and suddenly focusing intensely made his brain a bit fatigued, causing his vision to darken?
Although he thought this, he still felt something was amiss.
However, now that the magical energy array was formed, Angel set aside his thoughts for the moment, planning to consult Feng after seeing the results first.
On the other side, Feng admired the exquisite magical energy array on the parchment, his eyes filled with amazement. Regardless of whether Angel’s "housekeeping" speculation was true, this magical energy array alone was among the most beautiful he had seen.
The strokes were smooth, the underlying lines beautiful, and the energy supply remained stable throughout. This was already difficult to achieve, with the magic pattern’s depth and the reserved spaces full of meaning.
The new generation are all monsters.
If he weren’t just a strand of consciousness drawn by Feng, he would probably try everything to lure Angel to the Turing Rubik’s Cube. Not to mention the reason Angel arrived here, just the elegant magic pattern alone promises a bright future.
While Feng was marveling, the flawless magical energy array began to emit a faint glow. In the glow, a human figure could be seen dancing joyfully along the curves of the magic pattern.
"The coronation is about to begin," Feng said in a deep voice.
Angel also gathered his scattered thoughts, focusing on the scene emerging in the faint glow.
Naturally, Angel had some expectations about the color of the coronation hat, but he maintained a restrained demeanor.
He knew well that although this "Sunlight Garden" magical energy array was more complex than a single immaculate magic pattern, it was still far simpler than an advanced magic pattern.
Although Feng hadn’t commented from start to finish, Angel could see that Feng didn’t believe the "Sunlight Garden" would receive a black hat coronation.
Angel also wanted to carve a magical energy array from the "Advanced Chapter," but it was too time-consuming. The simplest advanced magical energy array required days to complete. With Mr. Feng sitting across from him, whether he succeeded or not, it would certainly be impolite.
For this reason, Angel chose the "Sunlight Garden." It was the most complex magical energy array he could complete in a short time.
Whether it would be effective, he would soon find out.
The figure in the glow remained blurry, dancing an odd dance, erratically moving back and forth along the lines, seemingly inspecting the magic pattern.
When the inspection was nearly complete, the figure stopped, took a hat from its bosom, and casually tossed it.
This act of tossing the hat was like a special coronation ceremony, bestowing new life upon the magic pattern.
However, neither Angel nor Feng were thinking about the so-called "coronation ceremony" at that moment; their eyes were all fixed on the black top hat...
Yes, black.
"It really is black?" Feng stared in disbelief at the black hat still hovering in the air on the screen. The hat fell, merging into the magic pattern.
Only then did the dust settle.
With the disappearance of the black hat, the entire magical energy array appeared as if it had been eroded by time, undergoing some unknown abrupt change.
The entire parchment was shrouded in a dense black fog.
The black fog exuded an extraordinarily intense mysterious aura, seemingly declaring its presence.
Feng stared intently at the black fog, trying to see through it to understand what changes had occurred to the parchment, yet the fog obstructed all view.
While Feng patiently awaited the dispersal of the black fog, he suddenly caught sight of Angel out of the corner of his eye.
He noticed that Angel was inexplicably frozen in place.
And Angel’s eyes were lifeless and vacant, as if he were dead, devoid of any luster.
Upon seeing this, Feng seemed to realize something, slapping his head abruptly: "Oh no, I almost forgot about this."
Feng intended to reach out to touch Angel, but just as his hand was about to make contact, he stopped again: "No, I can’t touch him."
Feng stood up, anxiously pacing around Angel, muttering to himself: "Why did I forget to mention it... a black hat, how could it be a black hat on the first try?!"
"What did Rekton say back then? Yes, yes, the battle of wills... Since Angel could make it here, his will should be tenacious enough to resist, right?"
"It should be, right?"
While Feng was muttering to himself, he failed to notice that Angel’s eyes gradually regained their vitality.
When Angel regained his senses, he felt a sharp pain in his head.
He pinched the bridge of his nose with one hand, breathing heavily.
Angel’s heavy breathing drew Feng’s attention to the situation beside him. Feng looked at Angel in surprise: "You, you woke up so quickly?"
After speaking, Feng seemed to realize how inappropriate that sounded and quickly added: "I mean, are you alright?"
Angel rubbed his nose, and after a while, he nodded: "I’m fine, I just need to rest a bit."
After a pause, Angel raised his eyes, which were slightly exhausted: "Do you know what just happened, sir?"
Feng didn’t answer directly but instead asked: "Why don’t you tell me what you just experienced?"
After a moment of recollection, Angel replied: "When the black fog appeared, I felt my vision suddenly go dark... Oh yes, the same thing happened when I was making the final stroke of the magic pattern. Except it only lasted for an instant at the time, but the previous blackout in my perception seemed to last almost a month..."
The reason he said "seemed" was because after Angel woke up, he immediately contacted Earl Mi, and according to Earl Mi’s feedback, Angel learned that only a few seconds had actually passed.
"And then? After the blackout, did you perceive anything else?"
In that darkness, Angel perceived nothing, but many meaningless mysterious symbols or information rushed into his mind.
Those mysterious messages that Angel couldn’t comprehend seemed like a torrent, washing over Angel’s thought process.
For an ordinary person, these bizarre pieces of information might have driven them insane.
But Angel felt alright since he had previously been swallowed by a Dalmatian and perceived a large amount of mysterious information in the dog’s stomach. Though Angel couldn’t decipher these mysterious messages, they left a sort of ethereal impression on his mind, which later became the basis for Angel’s creation of the mysterious concrete objects.
And the mysterious information Angel encountered this time was entirely purposeless, seeming to exist solely to wash over and drive people mad.
Having experienced the real assault of mysterious information before, these meaningless messages had no effect on Angel.
The only side effect was the influx of chaotic information that left his brain feeling exhausted, making him want to sleep.