Angel was also attracted by the loud noise.
Looking in the direction of the sound, the source of the noise was the mysterious fruit on top of Number 03’s head!
The moment the fruit emitted the sound, it also shook slightly, and its peel began to turn red.
"Thump—"
The second sound, after a minute’s interval, rang out again. It still echoed across the sky, wrapped with a peculiar and terrifying wave of air, sweeping over a vast area of the sea. Furthermore, the mysterious aura, which had been suppressed and hidden by the pull of attraction all this time, started to disperse with the sound.
"This sound seems somewhat like a heartbeat?" Angel murmured softly.
Heartbeat? The Observer glanced at Angel. The metaphor was indeed fitting, but could a fruit actually have a heartbeat?
"Sir, is the fruit about to mature?" Angel asked.
The Observer pondered for a moment and said, "Can’t be certain. It seems like it’s about to enter another metamorphosis. Maybe this metamorphosis represents a new growth phase, or perhaps, it’s about to mature."
"So what should we do now?"
Observer: "Nothing needs to be done, quietly wait."
Angel nodded and didn’t ask further questions. As the Observer suggested, he quietly watched the fruit in the distance.
The fruit could undergo new changes at any time, and missing its disorder would make Angel’s return futile. Therefore, at this moment, Angel discarded all other miscellaneous information and focused solely on the mysterious fruit.
A minute later, the fruit emitted another sound.
With the loud noise falling, the power to draw the flesh and blood of sea beasts grew increasingly strong. The wave that Number 03 was standing on, originally only tens of meters high, began to slowly rise.
At this time, Number 03 was not controlling the wave, but was standing atop a crimson column of water. Beneath the column was a blood-colored sea, appearing both evil and enchanting.
More sea beasts perished, expanding the blood-red sea even farther.
The rhythmic "Thump" sound continued to ring out. It was now both the "heartbeat" rhythm of the mysterious fruit and the death knell for batches of sea beasts, as well as the roar boiling the sea.
Angel did not know how far the sound could influence, but in the area where they were, the whole sea was agitated, as if it were boiling water.
Blood water kept bubbling, resembling a crimson lava.
The "Thump" sound continued, and in places beyond Angel’s sight, mysterious fluctuations spread with the boiling sea, extending beyond the Mist Belt, toward farther oceans.
This strange scene quickly caught the attention of others.
In a secret watchtower near Sidro Island, a graceful woman with purple long hair arrived at the top of the tower.
She was dressed in a fitted black evening gown, standing on the terrace at the top of the tower, gazing into the distance.
"The second time today, the sea has boiled again." The purple-haired woman frowned: "What on earth is happening?"
As the purple-haired woman pondered, a wave rushed at her forcefully. Her long curly purple hair flew back and her skin stretched backward with the force.
However, she did not shield herself from the wave but instead extended her spirit tendrils outward.
After a while, as the wave gradually weakened, she stood dumbfounded on the spot...
"Is this mysterious fluctuation?"
The purple-haired woman suddenly raised her head and looked intensely toward the Mist Belt, realizing that the mysterious fluctuation was coming from there.
"Such violent and uncontrolled mysterious aura doesn’t seem to be manhandled. It feels more spontaneous."
Spontaneous?
"Could it be that after Silver Palm Island, another mysterious object is about to be born in Devil’s Sea? Or perhaps, this is the mysterious object of Silver Palm Island?"
No matter the situation, going over to take a look would reveal the truth.
The purple-haired woman waved her pale arms, with black feathers growing rapidly beneath them visible to the naked eye. The feathers were elegantly formed and long, complementing the swinging of her arms like swans intertwining in a lake.
Her wings spread out, and dressed in a dignified gown, the purple-haired woman flew into the sky. After circling twice over the watchtower, she did not fly away immediately but transmitted a sound into the tower interior: "Helen, activate the information tower at Shaloo Ridge immediately, inform Mrs. Pe that a mysterious object might be emerging from the Mist Belt. I’m going to check the situation."
A slightly chubby adult female walked to the watchtower window, gesturing a reassuring sign to the skyward silhouette of the swan-like woman.
"Si Man, I’ll handle this side, you be careful yourself."
The swan-like woman, Si Man, smiled gently at her close female companion: "Don’t worry, I won’t be reckless. If Mrs. Pe comes, remember not to confront her, and the welcoming ceremony is to kiss her toes three times... I know you might not accept it, but please, for yourself and for our future."
Helen nodded: "I understand."
Si Man said no more and streaked a white mark across the night sky, flying at an unrivaled speed toward the Mist Belt.
Si Man and Helen were just a shadow of the transcendent crowd receiving the mysterious aura, and many more transcendents sensed the extensive spread of mysterious fluctuations.
Among them were also some transcendent trade guilds conducting business in Devil’s Sea.
Most of these trade guilds had backgrounds tied to the White Shell Marine Transport company. They immediately relayed the news to Sky Mechanical City.
Devil’s Sea Mist Belt suspected of a mysterious object’s emergence!
As one of the major trade hubs in Southern Domain, Sky Mechanical City diligently spread the message. It did not take long for several wizard organizations to receive the news.
Although a mysterious object is extremely significant, due to the precedent of Silver Palm Island, many wizard organizations have become more rational and did not dispatch large forces to explore.
However, a mysterious object ultimately represents profound heritage. Even though no organized expedition took place, one or two wizards were sent,
opening a Plane Corridor to the direction of the Mist Belt.
For a time, nearby the Mist Belt, transcendents began to gather sporadically.