It’s worth mentioning that Polo Ye now only had seven tentacles left.
Polo Ye performed an experiment before, cutting off a tentacle and allowing that tentacle with a wisp of consciousness to touch the mysterious fruit.
Wanting to see if close contact with the mysterious fruit would make them transform into blood rain like the outside.
It proved to be the same.
Its tentacle turned into a rain of blood staining the center red.
During this, Gluz Deward also tried to contact the Observer, asking for help at least to drag them to the perimeter... But with laws and magic vortexes all unusable, for the Observer to save them, he would have to enter the center himself. Wouldn’t that be seeking death? Thus, the Observer could only refuse.
Yet now he couldn’t find an exit on the outer walls, could the exit indeed be somewhere in the middle?
Does he have to return to the center again? But he lacks an effective way to ward off the pull entirely.
The Observer felt somewhat heart weary.
What kind of existence have they provoked this time... him, a Legendary Wizard; Polo Ye, with legendary combat power; even Gluz Deward at the level of a Level 5 Wizard, despite being just a Divine Thought.
Such a powerful lineup was unexpectedly swallowed by a small puppy that appeared completely non-threatening, without any resistance.
What terrifying existence is that small puppy exactly?
Is there a Great Demon King in the form of a Dalmatian in the void?
Why hasn’t he heard of it before?
The Observer rubbed his somewhat swollen temples, genuinely unable to comprehend what kind of existence the Dalmatian truly was; perhaps it was at the peak of legend, or even something greater...
But none of that mattered anymore; what mattered was, what was the Dalmatian’s attitude towards them?
Aha, Angel!
Angel must be connected with the Dalmatian. Ever since Angel returned to the center of the Mist Belt, he conveyed a sense of having no fear, probably bolstered by the Dalmatian.
If only they could find Angel, perhaps they could reveal the truth and leave this place.
But, Angel... where are you?
...
In the dark void, Angel sat on glowing plush grass, eyes half-closed, silently contemplating, quietly waiting.
Time passed for so long, long enough for Angel’s thoughts to become untethered steeds that traveled through various dimensions.
The transformation he awaited finally appeared.
Angel vaguely heard a low whistling sound from above.
He suddenly opened his eyes, lifted his head, looking towards the void’s height. However, he saw nothing, perhaps because the distance was too far?
After waiting another two minutes, Angel finally saw a trace of anomaly.
A golden meteor, trailing a long tail, was plummeting downward.
A golden meteor? What is this? Angel gazed far, trying to discern the true nature of the golden meteor, but whether due to some obstruction, he couldn’t see the meteor’s composition.
Moreover, more peculiarly, the golden meteor indeed appeared to be falling "down," but it gave Angel a familiar and strange feeling.
As if it wasn’t truly falling "down."
Rather, it was falling towards the real dimension from a higher dimension; this descent was of diminishing dimensions, not spatial distance.
Angel wasn’t sure whether this was his imagination or the multi-dimensional structure he had glimpsed not long ago, making him perceive everything in multiple dimensions.
But regardless, the sensation of the golden meteor’s descent strangely felt abnormal to Angel.
Putting aside these peculiar feelings, Angel focused his attention on the golden meteor.
As the golden meteor approached, its shape gradually appeared in Angel’s view.
It wasn’t a meteor.
But rather a drop of glowing golden liquid descending from an unknown place.
Upon realizing it was just a drop of glowing golden liquid, a picture suddenly flashed in Angel’s mind.
Not long ago, in Clock Forest.
The Thief of Time tried to push open Angel’s Wheel of Time Door, but was pricked by something unknown.
A drop of golden blood rolled from the Thief of Time’s fingertip. The blood fell into the void and disappeared.
"Could that golden liquid actually be the blood of the Thief of Time?" Angel pondered, staring at the golden meteor high above.
Although it was merely a conjecture, Angel had a hunch that his speculation this time was right.
The Dalmatian made him see the scenes of Clock Forest, there must be a reason behind it, right?
Perhaps, its implication was a clear revelation—that golden liquid was the blood shed by the Thief of Time.
And the Dalmatian acquired it!
Thinking of this, Angel looked at the golden liquid in the sky, his eyes turning a bit excited. Though he didn’t know the purpose of the Thief of Time’s blood, anything from such a formidable existence was immensely precious, especially a drop from the fingertip.
So... is this the Dalmatian giving him a gift?
Surely, it’s my good puppy, it didn’t let me down.
Angel praised in his heart, silently waiting for the golden blood to descend from above.
Yet, very quickly, Angel shook off his excitement. Because he noticed something... that golden blood seemed not to be real.
Just like the previous Clock Forest, it appeared to be but an illusory shadow.
Could it be that the Dalmatian isn’t giving him a gift, but telling Angel: Do you want the golden blood? If you want it, you can have it, go search for it! It’s here in this void!
Angel silently imagined, feeling a bit uncertain in his heart: Could the Dalmatian really be that stingy?
Truth proved, the Dalmatian indeed wasn’t that stingy.
He was still Angel’s good puppy.
Because, when the golden blood was only a few hundred meters away from Angel, it broke through the dimensional shackles, gradually transitioning from an illusory shadow to reality.
In Angel’s vision.
That drop of golden blood, at this moment, was suspended in mid-air, like starfire being inflamed by flames; it was shedding the illusory foam, gradually transmuting into reality.
Why Angel confirmed it was transmuting was because aura appeared.
Previously, the golden meteor had no aura, and now, that massive, abundant, resembling the powerful aura of time’s flow, gradually emerged as the illusion turned toward reality.
This transmutation process was not fast, perhaps requiring tens of seconds, or even several minutes, to completely succeed.
Angel silently waited, observing.
Initially, he just harbored hope, wanting to see the real golden blood at once. But soon, he was fully captivated by another matter...