"Membrane of Rhythm."
When the blurry speck of light on the Ability Tree finally solidified, Angel immediately explored it with his thoughts.
As a flood of information surged, the veil of the new authority gradually lifted.
Initially, Angel was puzzled as to why it was called "Membrane of Rhythm," until more information came pouring in...
Under the wash of varied new information, Angel could clearly feel his brain’s load increasing, tolerable for now, but continuing at this rate would soon fill him with indigestible information like Sumishe before him.
Angel simply relied on the tree’s ability to block out this information.
This information would remain stored within the light spot and could be read later if truly necessary.
Once the information was blocked, Angel’s thoughts became much lighter, his heavy consciousness turned buoyant, and as this buoyancy grew more apparent, his consciousness itself began to rise.
He passed through the Mist of the wilderness, through layers of floating clouds, through the deep blue Sky Dome, until his consciousness shattered the boundaries of the Wilderness of Dreams, emerging outside the sky.
At this moment, he seemed to adopt a macro God’s View, standing in the pitch-black Void, observing the softly glowing Dream Domain—the Wilderness of Dreams.
In this view, the Wilderness of Dreams appeared as small as a Miniature Garden.
Within, no civilization, creatures, or buildings could be seen, the only noticeable presence was the massive ancient tree piercing through the sky and embedding into the earth’s veins.
That was the Civilization’s Mother Tree.
The Mother Tree’s consciousness was asleep; indeed, Angel was now truly controlling the Mother Tree. Angel seemed to transform into two consciousnesses, one overlooking from above the Sky Dome, the other silently gazing upward from the earth.
This feeling was subtle, explicitly divided, yet Angel felt no sense of being split.
It was as if his consciousness truly reached everywhere, with the consciousness in the sky and the consciousness within the Mother Tree simply two small projections within the vast consciousness, hardly mattering.
While Angel was immersed in this bizarre sensation, the Dream Domain representing the Wilderness of Dreams began to undergo distinct changes.
The Dream Domain’s exterior started flickering with a colorful light flow.
Once the colorful light flow appeared, it swiftly enveloped the Wilderness of Dreams like flowing water.
The original exterior of the Dream Domain was a non-material conceptual boundary, whereas now outside this layer lay an energy light membrane akin to a rainbow.
From Angel’s perspective, gazing down from the height, the Wilderness of Dreams turned even more enchanting.
Initially, Angel didn’t know what this colorful light flow was, but as he pondered the essence of the "colorful light flow,"
where there is thought, there is gain.
In the blocked stream of information, one piece was unsealed, directly flooding into his mind.
"Rainbow Light nurturing dream realm life?" From the information, Angel perceived the essence of the light flow, exceedingly complex and filled with concepts difficult to articulate, challenging to translate its name into a universal language. The only known fact was its existence, the foundation of the "Membrane of Rhythm."
Angel controlled his consciousness, slowly descending from the heights to closely observe this layer of rainbow-hued membrane.
The closer he got, the more beautiful and dreamlike Angel found it.
Moreover, there was a faint sense of familiarity.
Angel continued closer, attempting to directly touch this rainbow-colored membrane, yet his consciousness couldn’t reach it; as his consciousness descended, it was pulled irresistibly into the Wilderness of Dreams’ interior.
Consciousness spun, falling from the heights.
Ultimately, Angel’s vision turned dark, returning once again to the Mind Space, standing before the towering Ability Tree.
He quietly gazed at the newly appeared speck of light.
Although the previous brief journey hadn’t offered deeper information, he had essentially understood the effect and operating mode of this "Membrane of Rhythm" from the surface-level information.
"The rhythm, the rhythm of life’s birth?" Angel softly questioned, then exited the Mind Space.
Thought moves incredibly fast; even though Angel had toured the Mind Space and immersed himself in the new authority for quite some time, only a few seconds had passed in the external world.
Sumishe hadn’t awakened yet, lying peacefully on the ground, sweat still slightly glistening on his forehead but not newly forming, and his rough breath had become calm.
Sanders and Rhein exchanged whispers beside Sumishe.
"How is his condition now, did he succeed?" Rhein inquired.
Sanders nodded: "It seems he has completed carrying. But, I feel something is strange..."
"Strange?" Rhein queried puzzledly, "Could it be due to the use of the Abyss of Magic’s Nightmare Realm causing a mistake?"
"I don’t know." Sanders couldn’t pinpoint what was strange. He looked up toward the mist above: "In the past, once authority was successfully carried, the Wilderness of Dreams would show some feedback, but now there seems to be no movement at all."
Though Sanders’ vision couldn’t penetrate the mist, his authority allowed him to sense the energy flow of the Wilderness of Dreams.
Just as Nami Midori entered the Wilderness of Dreams, constructing its body to absorb vast energy, Sanders, even in reality, could feel the energy being off.
But what puzzled him was, Sumishe seemed to have succeeded, yet so far, he hadn’t discerned any anomalies in the energy.
Rhein: "The feedback from Wilderness of Dreams, you mean an anomaly?"
Sanders nodded: "You could say that."
Rhein had never truly undergone the process of a celestial authority falling onto a person, thus found it hard to imagine the changes, only guessing: "Could it be that the authority Sumishe inherited is inherently obscure?"
Sanders didn’t know either, as Sumishe had not awoken yet, the specific circumstances remained unclear.
But just then, Angel’s voice came over: "It’s not that there are no anomalies; the anomaly has appeared; it’s just in a place we can’t see."
Sanders and Rhein both looked toward Angel.