Chapter 984

Ang rubbed his hands together, conjuring a ring between his palms, then twisted them with force. The ring expanded into a large circle, covered in complex magic runes and sigils.

Faradi was stunned. She looked back and forth between the runes on the circle and Ang, her lips parting as a look of intense, fervent longing appeared in her eyes.

Ang spread his hands, and smaller rings and circles nested within the large one, layer upon layer. He held it up with one hand, freeing the other to make adjustments.

The fervent, admiring look in Faradi's eyes faded, replaced by a flicker of fear. She stepped back twice, her lips moving silently.

Negris, who could read lips, saw she was saying, "A freak."

Strength might earn admiration, but overwhelming power only terrified people. Faradi realized this "Lay Brother An" was no longer the same species as her.

Hand-crafting a magic array was already impressive, but hand-crafting a multi-layered stacking teleportation array was simply monstrous—this was not something a human could do.

Ang was holding it with one hand while multitasking to adjust the coordinates. Had anyone ever seen a world transit station? This was a human-shaped world transit station.

However, ten minutes passed and it still wasn't finished. Anthony asked in a low voice, "What's wrong? The teleportation array seems much more complex this time. Is it troublesome? If there's danger, forget it; we can't let the Lord take risks."

Ang had always conjured teleportation arrays in seconds; the fact that he was struggling this long meant the difficulty was immense.

Negris nodded. "It is complex, but with the little ghost supporting it, we can just keep stacking. The problem isn't the array, it's the coordinates. The space where the coordinates are located is shifting; it's hard to lock on."

"Is it really inside a natural barrier?" Anthony asked.

Negris nodded. "It should be, and it's a spatial-type natural barrier."

So-called spatial barriers—the Farm Barrier is a typical example, and the Palace of Breath is a more complex type of multi-layered dimension, but both of those are man-made.

Man-made ones are relatively small. The Void is vast and full of wonders; there is another type of naturally formed barrier called a natural barrier. The "Devouring Abyss" of the Abyss Maw belongs to this type.

The Maw is a manifestation of the Law of Devouring, a part of nature, so the abyss it creates is a "natural phenomenon."

The "spatial-type natural barrier" Negris mentioned is likely similar to the Devouring Abyss. Of course, it couldn't be on that scale, or it would shatter upon connection rather than just being hard to target.

After some adjustments, Ang finally grasped the pattern of the spatial shifts. He twisted his hands, splitting the array in two. He pressed one half into the ground, imprinting the complex array patterns, and held the other half in his palm, then activated it.

Faradi curled her lip and muttered, "Definitely not human."

Imprinting the base into the ground while holding the core array in his hand meant Ang had to withstand the powerful energy transfer between the two. How was this any different from catching lightning with your bare hands and grounding it?

At this point, Faradi had completely abandoned the idea of playing matchmaker for Ang. Someone of this level needed at least a goddess to be a match... Wait, is the Goddess of Dawn married?

The Goddess of Dawn probably never imagined that her own believer was plotting to marry her off. After a final calibration, the coordinates were linked. Ang kept adjusting while releasing a Ghost Scout to teleport through first.

The Ghost Scout arrived in a pitch-black void. It was empty, with nothing in sight. Even distant objects were invisible to the scout.

But that didn't matter. The Ghost Scout was just a pivot point. Through it, Ang extended his perception to weigh all things.

The empty void appeared in Ang's vision as a grid of spatial blocks, like a transparent Rubik's cube with countless squares.

The spot where the Ghost Scout arrived was one of these squares, and this square was shifting slowly, as if an invisible hand were twisting the cube.

At the edge of the square, a phantom was hiding in the gap between two squares, peeking toward the Ghost Scout. This phantom must be the Goddess of Dawn. She thought she was well-hidden, but she was entirely within Ang's "weighing" range.

Ang turned back and said to Negris, "Come."

"Huh?" Negris was stunned. It was rare for Ang to ask for its help. It hurriedly shared Ang's vision.

"Whoa, the space is shifting? There seems to be a pattern. Let me calculate." Negris saw the countless squares and immediately understood why Ang had called it. It began to summarize the patterns.

This summary took another half hour. Seeing the teleportation window about to close, Faradi couldn't help but urge them: "Are you just going to send a ghost? Aren't you going? The window is about to close."

No one paid her any mind. Ang kept weighing, and Negris kept summarizing. Without confirming the situation on the other side, they wouldn't easily expose themselves to danger.

On the other side, the Goddess of Dawn didn't appear either. She only saw a ghost, clearly not the main party, so she wasn't about to reveal herself easily.

Time ticked by, second by second. By the time the window Faradi mentioned was supposed to close, the square where the ghost was located had shifted three positions.

Negris had summarized some patterns, but it hadn't seen any "teleportation window." It was just spatial shifting. What did that have to do with the window closing?

"Shift left six coordinate points," Negris said. Ang adjusted, and the original coordinates were linked again, though they had offset by six points from the marker.

"It can still teleport," Negris said, full of questions. "Is the 'window' she mentioned not a spatial limit, but just her being bad at math and only able to calculate up to that point?"

Two hours passed, and the pattern of the square's movement finally repeated. Negris slapped its waist. "Got it. I've summarized the transformation sequence. There are 736,921 ways it shifts. As long as you substitute the current position of the square, you can get the specific coordinate. It's simple."

Anthony was a bit confused. "Lord Negris, can you speak in a way I can understand? If I teleport over, can I come back? I won't be trapped there, will I?"

Negris was confident in its authority regarding knowledge. It nodded. "No, even if you can't teleport back, as long as you follow the movement pattern, you can leave this space within seven squares."

Anthony didn't doubt Negris's authority on knowledge. He nodded. "That's good. I'm going."

He stepped onto the teleportation array, and with a flash of intense light, Anthony vanished. When he reappeared, he was inside one of the squares.

"Who? How is this possible? The teleportation window has already closed; how could you still teleport in?" At the edge of the square, the phantom of the Goddess of Dawn couldn't help but emerge, asking in shock.