Chapter 477 - Origin World II (1/2)
Tang Yu looked at Wang Ling trying to see through who he was, but couldn't. Though he looked normal, calm, and collected, the definition of everything but.
Mysterious holding a sword though it was a part of him, his very aura reeked of danger, his eyes deep without end. He was less yet more, this man whose name he had yet to even know was someone he could not see as a fellow human.
[He's no elf, no beastman, and his smell does not conform to the Devil nor the Deities… he's something else. He controlled space in moments, and overwritten the flow of qi, further stabilizing the portal. No one could do that, not even the Sword God in her prime could do that.] the man of mysteries defiled his thoughts of what's normal.
He wanted to ask, actually, he did as he turned to Chang Ping, but the only response he got was, ”Not knowing is for the best.”
”Don't you trust me? I may be… me, but Master knows I can keep quiet about important matters.”
”That's not it, you'll ruin the surprise if you know too early. If you want to know, try to piece it all together by yourself, no one would stop you.” Chang Ping did not stop Tang Yu from trying to know Wang Ling didn't really care if he could decipher it anyway.
If Tang Yu learned who he was that just meant he needed to further hide his identity. While Tang Yu dawdled, everyone passed him by as they stepped into the portal and into the Spatial Tear.
Roan brought out a mini figurine of the boat he carried and threw it inside. The moment it crossed the portal, the sailer reacted to the mechanism it had within. The Cosmic Sailer that was in its miniature form finished enlarging.
”Ehhh, Sir Roan, I told you we'll be the ones to provide transportation, this time, right?” Qinyang said as she held onto a miniature sailer she and the twins used to cross the cosmos with to meet the man she saw in her dreams.
Roan looked at Qinyang then at away, ”Sorry, I forgot.”
THUD! The twins dropkicked him.
”So that's the Compressed Sailers of the Primordial Races? I have got to say, I am not delighted how far behind we are compared to them.” Cosmic Sailers were not something that could be contained in a miniature form like that, such runes were not accessible even by the greatest of minds in the Blacksmith Tower, however, the Primordial Races found a way.
These beings have existed for eons, they were older than the oldest ancient manufacturing method of weapons. They were there at the beginning of everything, thus, their boundless knowledge in the myriad of paths.
According to the legends, humans, elves, and beastmen were actually muddled after the Primordial Races. None had been able to confirm this fact, but no one refuted them either.
Everyone boarded Roan's ship, and did the confused and intrigued Tang Yu. When Wang Ling crossed the portal, he saw the empty void that was the in-between of space and time, the spatial tear.
Usually, it was a gray hue, but this particular path was golden. He turned to Tang Yu, ”Do I have to keep the other end of the path open when we travel from here?”