“Kulakuka Tribesman.” A hoarse voice reached the ears of the flying piglet knight, who turned his head sharply and saw that the speaker was the frightening Wizard he had been secretly watching.
“Honorable Wizard,” the flying piglet knight said weakly, his voice faltering, “I… I didn’t mean to observe you. If, if I say I was just passing by, would you believe me?”
Sanders didn’t reply to the flying piglet knight but instead changed the subject, “I don’t care what you were doing before, but now, go to Black Castle and find Isabel. Tell her to figure out how to drive away the Magical Core giant outside.”
Sanders pointed outside the dome.
Though he too could kill the Magical Core giant, there was no need to. Moreover, doing so would rupture the dome, significantly affecting Black Castle, especially since the dome was there to protect the Garden of Living Souls.
Of course, he could also break through space to get outside the dome. But this would not only waste casting materials but also the disturbances caused by him breaking through space could very well affect Angel’s breakthrough, which would be unwise.
Therefore, Sanders had called this flying piglet knight who had been sneakily observing from the side.
The talent of the flying piglet knight to “open doors” would not cause a significant disturbance, nor would it affect Angel’s breakthrough.
After confirming that the flying piglet knight nodded in agreement, Sanders finally released the restraint and let him go.
When the flying piglet knight had left, a strange fluctuation emanated from Angel. Sanders raised an eyebrow and turned to look.
“The Soul has also begun to enter the surge phase?” Sanders murmured, “It seems that he has moved on to the second step of the Magic Vortex seed – the end is not far away. I wonder how much energy has escaped and whether he can maintain it?”
Sanders naturally understood that Angel had now entered the trials of the Land of the Soul.
That would be followed by the trial of the body.
However, Sanders was not worried about Angel for these two trials. With a Special Soul combined with a body comparable to that of a Bloodline Wizard, if Angel couldn’t pass these two trials, then other wizards might as well not bother.
What truly concerned Sanders was the battlefield of the Mind Space.
Compared to the terrifying energy mass of an ordinary person, if the energy leakage caused a collapse effect without the Ancient Silver Flower, could Angel really hold on?
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Angel himself did not consider whether he could hold on.
That’s because at least for now, he did not need to ponder upon it – driven by the Magic Vortex seed, there hadn’t been a single trace of energy leakage thus far.
This was actually somewhat surprising to Angel; before the Magic Vortex seed merged with the energy mass, according to his calculations, there was more than a forty percent chance that there would be energy leakage.
Angel himself had already prepared to multitask and control any escaped energy, but the result was unexpectedly smooth.
For now, the energy mass remained intact, rotating around the Magic Vortex seed as its center, steadily progressing towards the final Whirlpool of Magic Source.
What Angel now truly faced was not the battlefield of the Mind Space, but rather, in the Land of the Soul, he was undergoing one wave after another of “Storm” tests.
This was the battlefield of the Land of the Soul – the Soul Land Storm.
To say it was a storm was not quite accurate. It was more like waves of Soul Force surging from the depths of the Land of the Soul.
The Land of the Soul itself is illusory; like the Spirit Sea and the Mind Space, it seems to exist within the body, yet it’s more like an existence beyond dimensions.
The Land of the Soul holds many mysteries, such as the “eternal peace and enduring consciousness” sought by the Soul Sect, which results from the exploration of the mysteries of the Land of the Soul.
Among the many mysteries, there is one that all wizards will come to understand – the Soul Storm encountered during the breakthrough to become an Official Wizard; it is also known as the Soul Metamorphosis.
Wave after wave of Soul Force from an unknown source begins to erode your Soul.
If your Soul is sufficiently resilient and withstands the onslaught, a qualitative transformation occurs. This metamorphosis is difficult to articulate, but the ultimate result of the Soul’s transformation can be termed: a Wizard-Level Soul.
Amid these waves, the Soul undulates like being in the midst of a storm, and might even be dissipated and scattered.
This is the reason why it’s called the “Soul Land Storm”.
It’s a test of the resilience of the Soul.
Wizards are transcendent beings with well-rounded development. If you don’t pay enough attention to your Soul, you would be like a speck of impurity in a torrential sea, swept by the surge into the boundless Abyss.