Warlock Apprentice

In the dim and lightless Plane Corridor, Angel and Sanders were flying swiftly.

Silent all the way, until Sanders confirmed that they had positioned themselves far from the Sin World in the Plane Corridor, Angel then broke the silence first.

”I wonder if the Lord of the Deep has noticed the anomaly in Popota’s soul.”

Sanders: ”If the Lord of the Deep is still interested in the mystery of the Lord of the Flameless’ True Spirit’s fall, He definitely would have noticed the anomaly in Popota’s soul immediately. However, Popota’s Consciousness Spark has already entered the Wilderness of Dreams, and all information related to memory has been erased, so He can’t glean anything from Popota.”

”Unless He descends upon the Wizards’ Realm, snatches Popota’s body from the territory of the Extreme Sect, and maybe then He could find some residual clues.”

But Sanders thinks this possibility is even lower. A Demon God like the Lord of the Deep, if He really dared to invade the Southern Domain, a miracle from the Origin World would surely descend in the next second.

Even if miracles don’t manifest, the World Will would certainly try its best to drive out the Lord of the Deep.

So, the Lord of the Deep is unlikely to gamble with His fate for such a trivial matter. In other words, at least for now, the Lord of the Deep cannot obtain any valuable information from Popota.

As a result, Angel doesn’t worry about being targeted by the Lord of the Deep.

After confirming this fact, Angel finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The reason he was willing to help Popota was that he was afraid of being targeted by the Lord of the Deep. This burden, which had weighed on his mind, was finally lifted at this moment.

Relaxed, Angel finally had the mind to talk about other things.

”The Sin World is indeed different from other subsidiary planes; just a hint of the Demon God’s breath brought a response from the World Will—it truly is the headquarters of the Extreme Sect,” Angel remarked with a sigh.

”Being favored by the World Will isn’t always a good thing,” Sanders said flatly.

Angel: ”Like the Baiyuan tribe?”

Sanders nodded: ”Being favored always comes with a price. The Baiyuan tribe is a prime example, and so is the Extreme Sect. However, the Extreme Sect is smarter than the Baiyuan tribe; they know their positioning well.”

”They never saw themselves as the favored; instead, they lived as a sword in the hand of the World Will.”

Although the World Will lacks self-consciousness, it has certain biases in its rules. For example, the Will of any world absolutely does not allow anyone to excessively damage its domain; nor does it like Otherworldly beings entering its world.

The Extreme Sect understands that the World Will has such biases, so they cater to this preference by eliminating all Otherworldly beings to gain favor from the World Will.

This is a classic example of living as a weapon.

Like a puppet, they kill wherever directed. The World Will doesn’t like Otherworldly life entering, so they forbid any Otherworldly life from entering the Wizards’ Realm. They even expand their Authority, banning some Otherworldly materials as well.

Therefore, the Extreme Sect, wearing the banner of the World Will, acts with dictatorship and dominance, which makes most Southern Domain Wizards dislike them and disdain associating with them.

Sanders: ”Living as a weapon has its benefits. As long as the World Will needs this sword, the Extreme Sect will continue to exist.”

Angel: ”What if one day, the World Will doesn’t need this sword anymore?”

”If it doesn’t need them anymore, the World Will wouldn’t do anything to the Extreme Sect. However, since they’ve offended everyone in the Wizards’ Realm, they shouldn’t expect to have a good time either.”

”I would love to see that day come,” Angel said, although he hadn’t had a direct confrontation with the Extreme Sect members, he naturally disliked their style. After all, Jon is an Otherworldly life form.

Sanders shook his head: ”I don’t wish for that to happen. Although I don’t like the Extreme Sect, their existence maintains the balance of power in the Southern Domain. If they really collapse, reconstructing such a balance wouldn’t be easy again. It could perhaps lead to another period of chaos where demons run amok.”

The ”demons run amok” period that Sanders mentioned was not the so-called ”chaotic times” but a chaotic age invaded by Otherworldly beings, as there was precedent in the Southern Domain Wizards’ Realm.

When the era of ”demons run amok” arrives, for this current generation of humans, it’s comparable to an apocalypse.

Perhaps handling Popota, such a tricky issue, lightened the mood of Angel and Sanders significantly. They casually chatted about various topics, and even with opposite standpoints, it didn’t affect their calm exchange.

After chatting about the matter of the Extreme Sect for a while, Sanders returned to the main topic of their current endeavor: ”Popota has already entered the Wilderness of Dreams? How do you plan to arrange him?”

Angel: ”I’ve placed him in the Wilderness of Dreams, at the Marine Theater.”

Sanders raised his eyebrows: ”Looks like you’re planning to let him follow Jon?”

Angel nodded: ”Yes, he needed some assistants over there.”

Sanders seemed to understand something, nodding and saying: ”That works too. With the establishment of the New City, having someone like Popota, who has an extraordinary background, involved is much more beneficial than those with limited scope.”

Sanders knew that Jon was the designer of the New City, and he had heard that Jon would also guide the construction of the New City, so he subconsciously assumed that Popota assisting Jon was for the building of the New City.

Angel did not offer an explanation, although his original intention was to have Popota assist Jon in developing the Mother Tree network. What Sanders said wasn’t wrong; since Jon would also be involved in guiding the construction of the New City, Popota would likely contribute as well.

Mentioning the topic of the New City, Sanders showed more interest compared to other topics.

After all, the New City centers around Transcendents, and compared to a mortal city like Originheart City, Sanders would naturally be more attentive. Moreover, Sanders knew well how enormous the benefits an Extraordinary City could bring.

Angel also had some thoughts on the construction of the New City, so during the subsequent leg of their journey, their conversation focused on the construction of the New City and its future development.

Until a glowing Space Rift appeared in the pitch-black void, they stopped their conversation.

”We’re here.” Sanders walked through the rift first, and outside was still the Windmill Town they came from.

After Angel emerged from the Plane Corridor, Sanders immediately returned to the Puppet Hospital, intending to organize all the information one last time before entering the Wilderness of Dreams to undertake the Authority.

Angel bade farewell to Sanders and returned to the relics.

Sitting back in the silent study room, Angel rested for a moment before releasing a table with a lone lamp still lit from his bracelet.

The dim light revealed the items on the table.

A Soft-bodied Insect nest and a densely written handbook.

This was where Popota previously cultivated Pliant Worms; the handbook was also personally written by Popota, containing insights into cultivating Pliant Worms, with ink that had yet to completely dry, indicating Popota had been perfecting this handbook until the last moment.

Angel casually flipped through it; Popota wrote the cultivation insights in great detail—every detail was considered.

If Angel wanted to continue cultivating Transforming Soft-bodied Insects, handing this handbook to any Transcendent, even a Junior Apprentice, would allow them to follow it step-by-step to complete the entire cultivation process.

Soon, Angel turned to the last page of the handbook.

This page did not contain any cultivation insights but was a final message left by Popota for Angel.