Chapter 619: The voice inside the Holy Grail (2/2)

He carefully scanned the duo for a while and coldly groaned. He then took a few steps back, revealed a gloomy and sinister smile, withdrew a Pearl of Annihilation, and flicked his index finger. The Pearl of Annihilation was sent flying at the duo.

When the Pearl of Annihilation was about to reach the two and explode, strangely, the space right ahead of them undulated with ripples, like the surface of still water disrupted by the falling of a small rock. The Pearl of Annihilation disappeared in an instant before it could explode. It looked as though it had sunken to the depths of the sea.

Then, yet another peculiar distortion and wrapping of space occurred in the region. Under Han Shuo’s attentive observation, this contortion of space only lasted for a brief moment before the space returned to normal.

Because of the connection he had with the Pearl of Annihilation, Han Shuo clearly sensed that the contortion of space in that region was caused by the explosion of the Pearl. He also discovered that they were a vast distance apart from where the Pearl exploded.

In other words, the Pearl of Annihilation had somehow been pulled into a spacetime fissure and exploded in some other unknown dimension.

After thinking it through, Han Shuo quickly came to recognize the situation. He was jolted but also glad of his prudent decision earlier not to rashly stampede at the two. Otherwise, he would likely have been pulled into that bizarre spacetime fissure, and very possibly be trapped in there for eternity.

How did they know about the abstruse edict of space? Han Shuo was absolutely puzzled as he stared at the Pope and the divine knight.

To use the edict of space, tearing space apart and forming fissures, drawing the enemy’s attacks or even the enemy itself into the spacetime fissure that was without any elemental energy, this was something that could only be done by a god cultivating in the edict of space.

The Light Pope and that divine magus should have both been cultivating the elemental energy of light. Logically speaking, they shouldn’t be able to produce such a miraculous and complex spacetime fissure. However, Han Shuo had seen it happen right before his very eyes; there indeed was a sphere of spacetime fissure. If he were to heedlessly charge ahead, he could very possibly fall into a trap formed using some advanced edictal law of space where no elemental energy could be found.

Therefore, without first getting a clear understanding of the situation, Han Shuo truly dared not to charge in. Of the eight elemental energies and four edictal forces, the most mysterious were the edict of space and the edict of fate. There was the least number of gods that cultivated in these two energies and it was rare to find experts accomplished in the cultivation of those energies. An average person would be wary when dealing with these two edictal energies, so was Han Shuo.

Completely baffled, Han Shuo couldn’t help but take a few steps backward. He silently observed the Light Pope and divine magus before him and expanded his consciousness. He spent all his attention on probing every inch of space around the duo and attempted to learn the secret to them forming the space edict trap around themselves.

There was nothing abnormal with the Pope. The elemental energy of light mixed with holy energy in his body flowed to the Holy Grail and olive branches in his hand. The Light Papal Tiara on his head was linked to his vast mental strength. All of the energy belonged to the elemental energy of light. Nothing questionable there.

Similarly, Han Shuo couldn’t detect any traces of the edictal force of space on that divine light magus tightly clasping the cross. Moreover, he had a weaker strength. There was no way that he could have formed the space edict trap around them.

What is actually going on? Han Shuo was at a loss. His heart that was as calm as still water now had a small ripple propagating through it.

Han Shuo’s brows were locked in place. He had yet to give up on figuring out the abnormality happening right before his eyes. His consciousness turned from centralized to distributed, turning into tiny threads hardly visible to the naked eye and wrapping around the Light Pope and the divine magus. The consciousness was a most mysterious energy. It was immaterial, incorporeal, and intangible. Han Shuo first tried to probe by slowly sending out one single strand of his consciousness towards the Light Pope.

He suddenly perceived a wonderful sensation.

A desolate black hole suddenly leaped into the perception of that strand of Han Shuo’s consciousness. That black hole was shooting out strange colorful lights. It was warping and throbbing, giving off a chaotic edictal energy of space.

Han Shuo was aware that that was a fissure torn in the spacetime. After carefully sensing through that strand of consciousness, he discovered that the strand of consciousness was indeed not affected by the spacetime fissure. It was not subjected to any attraction or distortion from any forces.

Han Shuo inwardly praised the wonders of demonic arts and his heart was greatly relieved. With the majority of his consciousness remaining behind in this mind, he sent that single strand of consciousness slowly forward. He carefully avoided the spacetime fissures in his path and made his way to the Light Pope bit by bit. Although the Pope was standing right before him, the path felt long and endless.

Han Shuo put his full and complete attention on the task. He could not distract himself by the slightest bit. His strand of consciousness was like a slippery mudfish that gracefully waded through obstacles in a swamp. He was very patient in approaching the Light Pope.

Gradually, with Han Shuo’s careful navigation, the incomparable consciousness managed to avoid and slip through those spacetime fissures and arrived in the cramped space where the Light Pope and divine magus were standing.

Han Shuo’s head was drenched in cold sweat. He repressed the great joy in his heart and tirelessly wandered about on the Light Pope’s body using that tiny strand of consciousness. He meticulously examined every inch of his body.

When that single strand of his consciousness arrived at the mouth of the Holy Grail and was about to enter it for further probing, he suddenly heard a voice coming from inside the Holy Grail, “Who are you?”