Chapter 1037: Honest Disclosure

Above ‍​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​​‌​​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌​​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‍the Blood Slave Peninsula, the rain of blood no longer fell.

The ‍​‌​‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍dark red dark clouds in the sky seemed to solidify, and the original drizzling light rain transformed into blood-colored snowflakes in mid-air, fluttering down from the sky.

Eventually ‍​‌​‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍falling onto the earth, they deposited bit by bit.

But ‍​‌​‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍looking up, everything in the surroundings was not covered in white snow; the snowflakes that should have been pure white were tinged with a faint pink, decorating the tragedy that had once occurred on the land.

And ‍​‌​‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍all of this was simply because of one sentence from me: “Looking at it like this, do you have any plans to do something?”

But ‍​‌​‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍Ning did not know the Resurrection Spell, nor did she know burial spells.

To her, the dead could not come back to life, but... she still reached out her hand.

With just a wave, the world changed and transformed into a snowy scene.

And I still accompanied her forward.

The snow piled thicker and thicker, and before long it had already reached the depth of the calf, which was quite exaggerated.

But thinking that this was a method of a Grand Spellbook, it didn't seem strange anymore.

I always had a very peculiar feeling that Ning seemed to have done more than just this.

It wasn't until I saw snow mounds bulging in the snow, and Ancient Glacial Ice over a person's height crawling out, that I understood what Ning really wanted to do.

“Quite a grand gesture...”

I remarked with a sigh, and then I saw those Ancient Glacial Ice who radiated a blood-red color even when transformed into ice crystals, collecting the remains of those ordinary people one by one in the ice and snow.

“What are you doing this for?”

I asked, looking at the Ancient Glacial Ice.

The reason I said grand gesture just now was because this snow covered all the blood clouds, which meant more than half of the Blood Slave Peninsula!

The place where the snow descended was the place where the Ancient Glacial Ice were gestated.

These Ancient Glacial Ice did not have much power, being like ordinary people, because wind and snow of this level could only barely gestate fellow clansmen of this power level.

“Returning to the earth... is the destination for those soul-substances.”

“Earth burial is easier for the soul-substance of a life to enter the soul-substance cycle within the Earth Veins after death, right?”

“That is the meaning.”

Ning pondered this marvelous way of saying it, then nodded.

Regarding Ning's actions, I did not refute anything, although this matter of on-site earth burial... was still a bit eerie.

Stepping into modern society, it was basically all cremation, and cities were not suitable for becoming burial grounds.

But... at least one-third of the territory of the Blood Slave Peninsula had already become a dead city.

It didn't really matter.

Moreover, I didn't care about this, and this was respect for the lives of the Mandate Race from a Protector of the world.

Subsequently, I continued to walk and stop along with Ning.

“Did you think of something?”

When I stopped again with Ning, I watched her quietly.

It wasn't until she opened her eyes from her closed-eye posture that I asked tentatively.

“I don't know... I always feel that as time passes, information I have never known always surfaces out of thin air, accompanied by an extremely intense feeling of heart palpitations.”

“Is it information buried within the bloodline?”

I inquired.

Earlier when Ning was chatting with Tan Han and Shi Ruizhi, she mentioned that she still “remembered” what Tan Han and the others had done; it didn't look fake.

Of course, the main reason I asked this was to test another possibility...

“No, it has nothing to do with my race.”

“Then can you describe exactly what kind of information it is? Is it images, or sounds, or some kind of whispers, or an indescribable impression?”

I spoke to simply guide Ning to speak it out.

When Ning mentioned heart palpitations, I had a suspicion.

The Three Great Top-tier Academies were constantly threatening to destroy the Main World using the Umbilicus Mundi; one's home could be destroyed at any moment, how could one be at ease?

“It's as if something very important is being entangled and tightly bound by an unknown existence, and it's also like stepping onto an execution rack, watching the sword in my own hand about to pierce into my own heart...”

“Is the depiction actually so vivid?”

I remarked with a sigh.

This seemed very similar to the conjecture.

The very important thing, the “Umbilicus Mundi”.

Piercing the heart, “destroying the world”.

The rest: tightly bound, the execution rack, the sword in one's own hand, seemed to likewise refer to something.

This seemed to be the basic framework used by the Three Great Top-tier Academies to destroy the world?

“You seem to know something?”

After Ning finished saying the feelings she was apprehensive about in her heart, she looked up, looking right at me while I was in thought.

“If I say I don't know much either, do you believe me?”

“I do.”

“You do?”

I gave a light laugh: “I'm indeed not very clear about this matter, but I also know some other things, otherwise I wouldn't have fallen into contemplation.”

As I said this, Ning's curiosity was also piqued: “Can you tell me about it?”

“Of course but before that I need to mention a matter I spoke to you about before.”

“What matter?”

“A trade with the Main World.”

I turned my head to look at Ning, hiding nothing: “You only knew before that one side of the trade was you. Aren't you curious about what you were exchanged for?”

“What did you exchange me for?”

Ning followed the question.

“Exchanged for a thing that can decide the life and death of the Main World. That thing is called the Umbilicus Mundi. Destroy it, and the world is left with only one ending: death.”

“Does this have anything to do with me? Or rather, do you Witches intend to... destroy the world?”

“Wrong. We Witches aren't that bad. The ones who want to destroy the world are the Three Great Top-tier Academies I mentioned just now, or rather the three Transcendent races represented behind these academies: Wizards, Holy Angels, and Aphrodite Forest Elves.”

“So that's how it is?”

Ning soon figured out the relationship between herself and the world.

“So the Witches want to protect the Main World, to protect that so-called Umbilicus Mundi?”

“Yes. So... if you don't want to become the Protector of the world, you can leave it to the Witches, while you merely informed us of the things you knew as a friend of the Witches.”

“And if I want to become the Protector of the world?”

“Using the power of the Witches to achieve the things you expect is also your ability. Friendship is also a portion of power you master.”

After I finished speaking, I also left the time to Ning.

I admit I was a bit rushed in guiding her like this, but I don't regret doing so.

Moreover! When Ning used this topic to say the words “if I want to become the Protector of the world,” I actually already understood that she had accepted the identity she was born with more easily than I expected.

“So the reason you have been following me is actually to learn from my mouth the things you want to know.”

“To be honest... yes.”

“Actually, there's no need for you to be so roundabout. You could be more direct. Your strength is far more powerful than mine. Setting aside Transcendents, even you—you should be able to take me down within a day, right?”

“Where did this line of thinking come from?”

I looked at Ning with a strange expression.

If it weren't for me, the Witches might really not have had too much dealing with Ning.

After all, even the World Consciousness might not necessarily be able to become an object for equal negotiation with them.

But the one she met was me.

“This is an instinct carved into my race. Negotiating with power is more pure. It is only natural for the weak to submit to the strong.”

“You won't have friends if you act like this.”

“Does power need friends?”

“Then does friendship between friends count as power?”

“Friendship will have times when it breaks.”

“Fire will go out, and ice and snow will also melt.”

“I can't out-talk you.”

“Experience life more, discover more things you are willing to cherish. You will understand what a fun process it is to experience them.”

I said with a smile.

“Is it very fun?”

“It's very fun for me, but not everyone can enjoy it.”

I shook my head and said:

“Let's not talk about this. Now that we've come here, we should encounter the rescue team sent by the academy. Do you want to go take a look? This snow of yours might have brought them no small amount of trouble.”

“Is that so? I'm truly sorry. Do you need me to retract this power?”

“Better not. Falling snow is better than blood rain soaking the clothes. For us, it's just a matter of a Cleaning Spell.”

I lightly shook my clothes.

Even under the persistence of the derivative Cleaning Spell, not a single snowflake landed on my shoulder.

Having such an idea, we no longer wandered aimlessly.

After simply distinguishing the orientation, we headed straight for the “Blood Slave Academy Ruins”.

Under the blood snow, we soon discovered many busy figures.

Many people gathered at the edge of a giant crater.

Even without intentionally perceiving, I could feel a majestic energy with a bloody scent emanating from this source.

This was clearly the core of the blood sacrifice ritual in the Blood Slave Academy.

To think it was buried in such a deep place; if the ritual hadn't blossomed its power and overturned this area of the ground and buildings, no one would have known when this ritual would see the light of day.

“That... that's Assistant Xiao Han!”

When Ning and I descended here, someone discovered and recognized me immediately.

After all, among those mixing in the United Club, who wouldn't recognize me?

“I didn't expect you to come in person, Assistant Xiao Han!”

Soon, a captain walked out from the somewhat scattered crowd and came up to me very enthusiastically.

However, after expressing the surprise, she immediately began to voice her grievances tactfully.

After all, they knew that as long as the assistant before them made a slight move, she could seek revenge for the students who died tragically on the Blood Slave Peninsula!

“Regarding this incident, our Witch Academy will absolutely retaliate, but the matters at hand are not yet finished.”

“Right, right! Finish the matters at hand first! That... Assistant Xiao Han, did you come this time intending to provide support?”

“Um, barely. I can help you quickly smooth out the current material space anomaly and help you speed up the construction of a spatial tunnel directly back to the academy.”

“Truly thank you so much, Assistant Xiao Han! we've tried several times here, but the spatial spells have too much interference here. I was originally thinking of looking for places where the space is flatter further away to open a spatial tunnel.”

After all, their thought from the beginning was to open a spatial tunnel.

With so many people dying at once, the people who hurried here for rescue might not even be as many as the dead; those were nearly three regular large combat sequences!

Without vehicles—even if there were—wouldn't they be a laughingstock for the Transcendent academies along the way if they went back like that?

“Smoothing the space? Let me also lend a hand.”

At this time, Ning spoke up after hearing my conversation with the person before me.

“Ah? That... may I ask who this senior is...”

“Just call me Ning.”

“So it's Senior Ning!”

“I'm not a student of the Witch Academy, so there's no need to call me senior.”

“Not a student of the Witch Academy?”

The girl looked toward my side in hesitation, not knowing what the situation was.

“At least not for now. Just treat her as my friend.”

I took the initiative to explain after meeting her gaze.

As for how Ning would do it... actually, it was very simple.

The Great Snow Throne Spell she mastered possessed the power of the frozen world.

That was spatial power touched by the status of a Grand Spellbook; using it to stabilize space was completely overkill.

As Ning reached out her hand and made a hollow grip in the air, with the center of her palm as the center, a wave of ice and snow power blossomed.

Everyone felt as if space had been frozen.

After their bodies felt an initial trace of abnormality, with a slight movement, it was as if the ice layer clinging to their bodies shattered, and the whole person seemed to have arrived in a new world.

As the saying goes, laymen watch the commotion while experts watch the technique.

This move of Ning's immediately shocked everyone to no end.

Subconsciously, a trace of respect for the girl before them grew in their hearts.

Indeed, as expected of a friend by Assistant Xiao Han's side!

As for me... under the addition of the Body Cultivation eighth sense, Space Sense, I could feel that Ning's control of this power was still instinctive and looked a bit unskilled.

But I was too lazy to expose it.

The power of the Grand Spellbook was enough to suppress such a massive blood sacrifice ritual.

Once the energy dispersed, the material space would flatten out before long.

Before we had chatted for long, the appearance of a figure made me slightly stunned.

“It's the Shop Manager. I didn't expect you would actually find your way here?”

“Mhm. I also didn't expect you'd come personally, Xiao Han. Are you back from the Expansion Realm?”

“Yeah. After all, with such a major event happening, I couldn't rest easy and came personally...”

I spoke this way, then looked at the Shop Manager and added a sentence: “Sorry.”

After all, previously, the Shop Manager had explicitly stated the cruelty of Academy War.

And the facts were indeed as she had said, even more cruel than the description!

The Shop Manager was also stunned for a moment by my final apology, but she also quickly reacted:

“Why apologize to me? It wasn't your fault.”

“For the students who died on the Blood Slave Peninsula this time, the United Club has decided to bear all the resurrection costs on their behalf. As for the issue of damaged soul-substance under the blood sacrifice, I have already asked for a favor and entrusted a mentor to help perform the repairs.”

“Re... really? Assistant Xiao Han, is what you said true!”

As my words finished, before the Shop Manager could react, the others on the side immediately realized what I had said!

“Um. Now the urgent task is to open the spatial tunnel first. I will do my best for the rest.”