Warlock Apprentice

Although Greerwu also coveted the True Spirit Force, having witnessed that scene before, he dared not entertain such aspirations; even the Demon God’s True Spirit was killed in an instant. If it were him, he guessed that just a breath from the opponent would eradicate him countless times over.

Greerwu quietly awaited Angel’s next move.

But at that moment, Angel stopped.

He was not far from the tree, and he stopped because every organ in his body was protesting.

Angel knew it was the consequence of merging with the “Right Eye” and the repeated collapses and reconstructions of his physical body. To call it a “disease” was not exactly correct—it was simply because his physical condition had improved so rapidly that issues arose with his mental consciousness, habits, and balance of strength.

Looking back at the path he had taken, one could see marks on the ground that were sometimes shallow, sometimes deep, all evidence that he could not control his strength.

Right now, beneath his feet, there wasn’t just an impression but even a crack.

Angel felt that if he applied just a bit more force, he could probably create a deep hole.

He certainly didn’t want to approach the Sparkling Green Tree and risk some accident due to poor control of his strength, such as the tree toppling over… Of course, Angel thought this was unlikely as the Sparkling Green Tree wasn’t really rooted in the ground, so even if the earth cracked, it wouldn’t fall. But while the tree might not fall, it was quite possible that during the Liberation of the Green Vein, he might slip up due to poorly controlled strength at his feet.

There weren’t many people here, so embarrassing himself didn’t matter. But if he slipped even slightly during the Liberation of the Green Vein, accidents could happen—after all, the foundation of this tree was the True Spirit Force of a Demon God! If anything went awry, Angel would be unable to bear the consequences.

Angel paused, quieting his mind, making an effort to control and adapt to the force of his footsteps.

While Angel was self-adjusting, Popota in the distance raised his head.

Popota had not anticipated that his body would collapse so quickly. His plan had been to take the Primeval Flame, then to ignite the Baiyuan ancestral altar, leaving a legacy of fire for his clan, before returning to silence.

But now, after being beaten nearly to death by the Lord of the Flameless, Popota’s body had begun to rapidly deteriorate. Though previously he was as grotesque as an alien, he still retained a “human” outline. But in an instant, Popota had almost become a heap of rotting flesh.

Like the lowest level mud monster.

This simple act of looking up, with just a slight effort, caused chunks of flesh on his face to melt away like rotten green fluid.

He strained to look towards Angel, wanting to say something, but his vocals were mostly ruined, producing only hoarse, unintelligible noises.

“Angel…” Popota gave up trying to speak verbally and began to project mental waves, “Help me… the legacy, Hua Que, and the future…”

“Serves you right!” Popota’s mental waves were also captured by Greerwu, who looked at Popota with anger. But Popota at this moment no longer had the energy to pay attention to Greerwu. His soul was about to descend into The Profound Abyss, and he only hoped to do one last thing for his clan before his death.

The only one Popota could ask for help was Angel.

Popota continually sent out mental waves, and after a while, Angel finally turned his head to look at him.

When Popota’s gaze met Angel’s in that instant, he saw a cold glint in his eyes, his mind went blank, and he felt an overwhelming sense of oppression that made him instinctively bow his head. The words he wanted to say got stuck in his throat.

Angel slightly narrowed his eyes, withdrawing his gaze.

In a place where no one could see, he let out a soft sigh. He was getting a better handle on his strength, but his eyes… Angel wasn’t quite sure what had changed, but whether it was Greerwu or Popota, it seemed they both felt discomfort after looking into his eyes.

It seemed that digesting all the changes his body underwent this time would take much longer.

However, although Popota hadn’t said anything before, Angel roughly guessed what he wanted to convey. Seeing his current state, Angel didn’t feel sympathy. Popota had to bear the consequences of his own choices.

Moreover, Popota had implicated Angel in the past, something Angel could not forgive.

But looking at Popota’s condition reminded Angel of Hua Que in the graveyard well beneath Black Castle, and he couldn’t help but sigh.

Initially, when he desperately needed the Soul Pearl to rescue Toby, Shava still offered to give the Soul Pearl to Angel despite also needing it to keep her soul from falling into decay. It’s evident that, at her core, Shava is a very kind girl.

That’s precisely why Angel had expended the effort to set up an Illusionary Realm for Shava at the bottom of the well.

Shava’s situation was already dire, having encountered misfortune in her youth, her body cold and lifeless, she waited alone in the well for the darkness to pass. Now looking at Popota’s current wretched state, although it was all his own doing, Angel was finally beginning to understand why the Baiyuan Clan was referred to in the books as “the most unfortunate blessed clan.”

After reflecting on this, Angel put aside his complex thoughts and refocused his attention on the Sparkling Green Tree.

He took a step forward.

The reddish-brown ground revealed shallow, varying footprints. Although they were still somewhat unbalanced, at least his control of force had improved.

After all, he didn’t need to apply his strength as effortlessly as usual right now. He just needed to make sure he didn’t have any accidents.

Step by step, under the watchful eyes of Popota and Greerwu, Angel reached the side of the Sparkling Green Tree.

Observing the True Spirit Tree up close for the first time, Angel truly felt its immense grandeur. At the same time, he also noticed that the True Spirit Force emanating from the Sparkling Green Tree was extremely similar to the energy that had previously infused his body, likely sharing the same origin.

The wind blew, causing the branches to sway.

It was as if they were welcoming Angel’s arrival.

…

When Angel neared the Sparkling Green Tree, he distinctly felt a burning sensation in his right eye.

A green pattern appeared directly in his pupil.

This pattern, as if urging Angel to touch the trunk of the Sparkling Green Tree. Meanwhile, the tree itself also radiated an allure that made Angel want to draw closer to it.

Angel knew this was the resonance of the green stripes.

The green stripe in his eyes and the green stripe that imprisoned the True Spirit Force to create the “Sparkling Green Tree” were inherently one and the same. That’s why such a situation arose.

And naturally, the one who prompted this incident was the person suspected to be Shava.

In the memories she left Angel, most of them were of the time when he fought against the Lord of the Flameless, and although part of it included her possession. of Angel during his battle with the Lord of the Flameless. Angel didn’t feel any sense of participation. Instead, he simply saw these memories as a first-person film.

But there was something among them that wasn’t a memory.

It was a message left by that person, a very straightforward one:

—— “Liberation of the Green Vein.”

Although it was just this simple message, liberating the green pattern was an extremely significant act.

In the message she left, there were also certain images that showed an enormous tree shadow appearing over this continent, almost covering it entirely.

And this tree shadow was an illusion of the Sparkling Green Tree.

This image, it seemed to be a “World Illusion Technique,” but she didn’t leave this image to teach Angel the Illusion Technique. Instead, it was to remind him of something:

—— The emergence of the tree shadow was overt and had already attracted countless gazes here.

That’s why she left the message “Liberation of the Green Vein.”

When the green stripe binding the True Spirit Force was liberated, this tree would transform into pure True Spirit Force. Carried by the winds raised by the collective consciousness of the continent, it would scatter across every inch of the land.

And this continent itself was one on the verge of destruction.

As the True Spirit Force began to spread over the continent, the energy within it could rejuvenate the land.

Since the rebirth of the continent was also beneficial for the Abyss world, the collective will of the Abyss would help as well. At this time, no external lifeforms would be able to set foot on this continent.

It could be said that, in a short period, the possibility of Angel being discovered by other powerful beings was fundamentally eliminated.

After all, the beings who coveted and dared to make a move on True Spirit Force were all incredibly powerful.

This was the message left for Angel by that person.

Of course, whether to follow this advice was also up to Angel’s own will.

If he was strong enough, he could opt to capture all this True Spirit Force for himself. However, that would inevitably lead to threats from outsiders.

After some thought, Angel decided to follow the intentions of the message.

After all, he had no way to obtain this True Spirit Force, and even if he did manage to grasp all of it, the resulting upheaval would attract countless pursuers, possibly even Demon God-level beings.

Most importantly, the Lord of the Flameless was only a True Spirit that had perished; his original being was not dead, and he was very likely to covet this True Spirit Force.

No matter how he thought about it, Angel believed that liberating the green pattern was the best choice.

But still, Angel had some doubts: If that were the case, why didn’t that person liberate the green pattern herself? Or rather, why confine the True Spirit Force into the shape of a tree to begin with, instead of just letting it return to the earth?