Chapter 1618

The migrator was too small; he was merely a dark star, his star soul also weak, utterly unable to block the folding of the layered ghosts, and was instantly slapped into the layers.

But more importantly, the other layers were copied from Seeing Ange's repaired fragments; only the migrator's star soul was freshly captured by him, so it was alive.

Hearing Seeing Ange say he was small, the migrator grew so angry he nearly exploded on the spot, furious, flying toward the direction the voice came from, but no matter how he flew, the space ahead seemed endless, with no visible end.

"Where is this? Let me out! Let me out!" the migrator roared angrily.

"Stop the noise; this is a consciousness space, our consciousnesses are imprisoned." The ancient man-eating snake said disdainfully.

The migrator had previously been arrogant, never expecting to lose composure like this when faced with trouble—truly useless—but the ancient man-eating snake didn't reflect either; when Seeing Ange had beaten it before, it had been even more flustered than the migrator.

"How… how did he imprison me? Using that shadow?" the migrator trembled as he spoke.

Without experiencing foreign ghosts, one cannot comprehend their terror; the entire void resounds because of them—is the primordial spacetime dragon terrifying? Terrifying, but the terror of the primordial spacetime dragon is traceable, whereas foreign ghosts are traceless; when you see that shadow, your life has already entered a countdown.

"You've received much starlight; quickly interpret it—see what that shadow is." The ancient man-eating snake suggested, then the next moment, it raised its voice: "Lord Seeing Ange, offending you and fleeing were his ideas, unrelated to me; please let me out, I am willing to offer you everything."

"Ancient man-eating snake, you…" the migrator was so angry he could not speak.

Everyone was stunned by the ancient man-eating snake's sudden words—just a moment ago it had urged the migrator to interpret starlight, the next it began distancing itself; this change was too great.

Anthony and the others exchanged glances, saying: "Really unrelated to you?"

"Yes, I also don't know he wanted to flee; if I did, I would certainly have advised him a few times, my lords—you have the Boundless Gate, over a decade has passed, I don't believe you've failed to project power into the outside world; I wouldn't have such a foolish thought—truly unrelated to me." The ancient man-eating snake said sincerely.

This was also its true inner thought; it had fought Seeing Ange, Anthony, and these people, and every advantage of theirs had been infinitely magnified; it did not believe that after so long, those with the Boundless Gate like Seeing Ange would not project power outward.

"Well, then come out." Anthony said; if it were something else, letting it annihilate with the migrator would be fine, but this ancient parasitic vine, the ancient man-eating snake, still had value—leave it to mingle with the strange trees.

The ancient man-eating snake only felt its vision darken, then a scorching sensation returned to its consciousness; focusing its gaze, it saw vast expanses of starflame diffusing and extinguishing, while the migrator was disintegrating.

However, the entire disintegration process appeared very gentle, because vast black mist enveloped the migrator, these black mists slowing the intensity of disintegration, turning what might have been an explosive disintegration into diffusion and fragmentation.

The ancient man-eating snake's mind and spirit were shaken; if the shadow's folding imprisoned their consciousness, belonging to uncanny means beyond their imagination, then now forcibly suppressing the disintegration intensity belonged to overwhelming power.

They could not comprehend the uncanny means, but this overwhelming power was truly soul-shaking; Seeing Ange's strength had already surpassed its cognition—was this still that guy from over a decade ago?

Realizing Seeing Ange's strength, the ancient man-eating snake slid to its knees, struggling out of the black mist, then immediately offered everything to the small sapling.

The migrator in the layered space first experienced anger, despair, then quickly imitated and said: "Lord Seeing Ange, I know I was wrong; let me out, I am also willing to offer you everything."

"No need; you already have no value—your only valuable star-migration technique, you just demonstrated it once, and the lord has already learned it." Anthony said lightly.

The migrator froze there—learned? He just demonstrated it once and it was learned? Thereafter, no matter how he roared, shouted, begged, or wailed, no one paid him any heed.

As for star-migration technique, Seeing Ange had indeed learned it, because when opening the triangular gap, he had already mastered the method of breaking barriers; star-migration technique merely enriched his posture for breaking barriers.

When you learn to sleep, sleeping on your side, on your back, or spread-eagled are all poses you can grasp at a glance.

"Melania, come, take your position—we'll migrate you out." Nai Ge Li Si commanded Melania, moving toward the gravity center.

Melania approached cautiously, while resisting, saying: "If gravity tears me apart, what then? How do I return after going out? Will the disturbance be large? What if other god-stars discover me?"

Anthony encouraged: "These are exactly what we want to know; now we rely on you to test—this honorable task is yours; if you fail, we'll erect a monument for you."

"Ah? No, I don't want a monument—no monument lasts as long as a god-star's lifespan; if the monument crumbles, I may not even die, I don't want a monument." Melania struggled in opposition, alas to no avail.

Through Melania's "fearless" attempt, Seeing Ange summarized two different star-migration methods: one migrates only the target god-star, just as the migrator fled before—opening only a small mouth to suck the migrator out.

The second migrates the migrator together with the target god-star; this can move multiple god-stars within an area, plus the migrator, together out—drawback is consumption multiplied severalfold.

After practicing several times, everyone fully grasped the essentials of star-migration technique; thereafter, whether in teams of twelve or six, they could smoothly open the star-migration gap and migrate out—the star-migration squad was now fully formed.

"The star-migration squad is formed—then can my true body be fully migrated in?" Six-Star God asked somewhat excitedly.

During this period, Six-Star God's mindset had been changing; initially he came here with a "die if I must die" attitude, anyway he was already aging; better to hide in the Boundless Land than to linger weakly under the pressure of the primordial spacetime dragon and foreign ghosts.

But after offering his consciousness imprint to Lord Seeing Ange, his mindset changed; he felt he could not leave his power to Melania, who would ultimately become Seeing Ange's enemy; when Seeing Ange sent him to fight, would he not be beaten by his own power?

If I can retrieve it, I will; if not, better smashed than left to Melania.

However, now that the star-migration squad is formed, isn't it possible to fully migrate his true body in?

"Your true body has already withered; migrating it in is unnecessary—just disintegrate it, don't leave it to Melania." Anthony said.

Six-Star God pondered, then said: "You're used to taking the little fire-man god-star as the measurement unit; I'll also use it as unit—my true body is sixty thousand times that."