Frim didnât throw Saul directly into the Abyssal Eye, but he also didnât plan to let Saul easily cope with this test.
He brought Saul to the deep ocean where no one would normally approach, where even looking up, one could see an obvious depression on the horizon.
âThatâs the Abyssal Eye,â Frim told Saul.
Saul laughed dryly, âYouâre not going to throw me in there, are you?â
âYouâre still useful now. If you become uselessâŚâ
Then Iâll throw you in there.
Having said this, the warm yellow light sphere exploded like a punctured balloon.
Saul immediately began free-falling. Before he could start circulating magical power, he felt his spiritual body burn as if scorched by something. With no time for any resistance, he fell into the sea with a âplop.â
This ocean was near the Abyssal Eye. Although the actual distance was still very far, the pollution concentration in the water was much deeper than during the Red Seaâs black tide assault.
More terrifying than the black tide that emerged from the Storm Eyes Saul had previously encountered. The only good news was that there were no anchor points in the seawater.
So Saulâs clothes were almost completely corroded the instant they touched the seawater.
The defensive formations previously inscribed on his robes dissolved rapidly like paper.
Massive pollution rushed toward him like wolves seeing sheep, pouring through every pore and inch of muscle on Saulâs skin, entering his body to destroy, pollute, and aberrateâŚ
Saulâs eyes snapped open in the water, and both eyeballs immediately dissolved. His mouth stayed shut, but it was uselessâhis lips were rapidly dissolving too, revealing a row of eerie teeth.
Soon, all of Saulâs flesh and organs disappeared, leaving only a pitch-black skeleton sinking toward the seabed.
Frim could still sense everything Saul was experiencing through the severely polluted seawater.
He watched Saul become a skeleton missing its right arm, sinking silently, still not intervening.
If Saul could only achieve this much, if he died here, Frim wouldnât feel it was any loss.
Saul had originally prepared to deal with the pollution in the sea. But who knew Frim would directly destroy his defenses before throwing him down, determined to see how he would save himself after being polluted.
Unable to defend himself immediately, Saul was naturally corroded into a skeleton by the terrible black tide pollution.
Fortunately, this wasnât his first time in this form. Although his soul body was violently shaking and magical power was running wild uncontrollably in his body, he could still sense his consciousness remained clear.
But clear consciousness meant the pain wasnât reduced at all.
Saul endured the agony of his soul body feeling like it was being kneaded on a nail board, gradually beginning to stabilize his mental power.
Then, he first took out the Soul-Fixing Needle formation he had been studying these days, inscribing this complex formation within his soul body.
Saul still hadnât completely analyzed this complex formation. But he had already extracted a simple prototype from it.
Although it couldnât compare to the original Soul-Fixing Needle formation, it still had some effect.
But now Saulâs magical power couldnât be directly channeled, and the magic crystals originally embedded in the metal nameplate had melted the instant they touched seawater.
With his self-rescue plan blocked, Saul didnât panic. He raised his hand and took out another item from his storage device.
It was the tear he had gotten from mermaid Pearl.
The moment he grasped the mermaidâs tear, Saul felt like he was merging with the ocean, becoming part of the sea.
Not only that, he felt the originally cold and turbulent seawater suddenly become obedient.
Enduring his discomfort, Saul struggled to mobilize the usable parts of his mental power, urging the pearl to gather the surrounding seawater.
Water elemental particles suddenly approached, squeezing out the pollution in the sea in a short time and wrapping around Saul.
Saul immediately took advantage of this time to redirect his magical power and activate the Soul-Fixing formation in his hand.
The formation circulated like iron nails being driven into Saulâs brain, immediately making him dizzy and almost drop the nameplate in his hand.
The next second, Saulâs eyes snapped open and the world suddenly paused.
Several magic formations appeared around him again, so densely packed they almost completely blocked his figure.
But Frim, watching Saul from the sea surface, was somewhat disappointed. âTheyâre all just methods for removing pollution and protecting the soul body. This is how you survive black tides?â
Frim didnât know that although he was staring at Saul unblinkingly, the personâs mind had long since left this place!
Following the guidance of fate lines, amid the torment of black tide, Saul used the formations around him to carve out a passage for himself.
The world before him changed from black and white to prismatic, with countless lines twisting and intertwining overhead.
Saul felt himself also transform into a ball of thread like hemp rope.
The pollution he had suffered in the seawater showed no signs of following him. He remained the smallest bundle of fate lines here.
âSeems youâre not having an easy time in that world either,â the Death Demonâs voice rang out. âIf you donât like that world, you can cut the connection and return here anytime.â
It felt like a parent saying, âIf you donât want to work anymore, just come homeâweâll support you.â
âThank you, but I donât want to come back with my tail between my legs.â
The other stopped speaking. Colors shifted and lines unfurled, as if everything was indifferent.
In the Prismatic World, time was no longer so urgent. Saulâs thread ball kept rolling, thinking about how to respond next.
Before long, he activated the Prismatic Channel and immediately contacted his three Symphony of Fate targets.
âShaya, I need to trouble you. Leave immediately for the Borderland.â
Shayaâs listless voice came through:
[Iâm currently a tree, so traveling is rather difficult.]
Saul frowned.
Shaya quickly continued:
[But I can separate a puppet. Although it canât do much, if itâs just delivering a message, thatâs possible.]
Saul just wanted Shaya to deliver a message.
âGo to the Borderland, to the Purity Wizard Tower, find a wizard named Keli or Byron, and tell them itâs time for Saul to return.â
[Alright. Iâll try to get there within ten days.]
Shaya then remembered the rumors he had heard while hiding in tree roots these days.
[By the way, I heard your master Gorsa failed to advance to fourth-rank wizard a few days ago.]
Saul was stunned.
A few days ago?
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Advancement failure?
Master Gorsa was a very proud person, but his strength matched his pride.
Since he was already prepared to advance, how could he easily fail?
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Even the Glare family head had recognized him as the next family head, obviously very confident in his strength.
How could such a Master Gorsa fail during advancement?
Could there be some inside story?
Could Frimâs critical absence last time have been to sabotage Gorsaâs advancement plan?
But if his masterâs advancement failed, why didnât Frim look happier when he returned?
Since Royerâs resurrection, when Frim actively sought out Saul, he had carried a strange sense of urgency.
Previously, Saul was just kept at the Evernight Royal Palace with an ostensible reason for helping. Now he was directly imprisoned in the Maze Corridor, and Frim had thrown him into black tide without explanation to observe how he resisted pollution.
If Master Gorsaâs advancement had failed, why was Frim still so unhappy?
Could his plan not have been completely successful?
Could it be⌠he still wanted to kill Master Gorsa?
Although the process and facts differed somewhat, Saul had accidentally guessed Frimâs true purpose!
(End of Chapter)
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