Warlock Apprentice

Angel lazily sank into the soft sofa, inhaling a deep breath of the cool fragrance in the air before opening his pale golden eyes to look at Dororo opposite him.

”You said earlier that you need something from me?”

Dororo nodded and said, ”Yes, I saw an image...”

Before Dororo could finish speaking, Angel asked, ”Again with the image? About me?”

Upon receiving Dororo’s confirmation, Angel’s eyebrows furrowed, and he muttered under his breath, ”Why is it that you and Hua Que both say you’ve seen my image?”

Have I become the Baiyuan Clan’s regular performance, complete with real-time updates? Angel mocked silently in his heart, raising his head to look at Dororo’s puzzled face: ”It’s fine, go on.”

Dororo was about to continue when Angel interrupted him again: ”Wait, since you said it’s an image, describing it verbally is not as direct as manifesting it.”

”Manifest?” Dororo was puzzled and confused when Angel casually flicked out a Nightmare Illusion Breath that flew toward Dororo’s brow.

If it were someone else, they would likely dodge immediately, considering the obvious importance of the brow. But Dororo didn’t even blink, neither dodging nor avoiding, letting the Nightmare Illusion Breath blend into his forehead.

As the Nightmare Illusion Breath entered his body, Dororo only felt that his thoughts seemed to clear up a lot, and simultaneously, there were some changes to the world he saw.

The colors he saw were more vibrant than ever, as if a breath enveloped his retina, continuously conducting in-depth calibration of his visual field.

However, apart from the change in colors, there was nothing particularly special. Just as Dororo was about to ask, Angel lightly waved his hand, and a glowing white panel appeared directly in front of him.

This white panel was like a painter’s canvas, seemingly awaiting the painter to fill it with colors.

Dororo gazed at the white panel, seemingly realizing something.

”This is a small trick of illusion technique, you can call it the illusion technique canvas. It connects with your pupils and can be controlled through the Nightmare Illusion Breath in your brow; you just need to think in your mind and...” Angel stopped mid-sentence as Dororo’s white panel had already presented a complete image.

It was precisely the scene Dororo had described earlier, where Angel in his current form crossed the Sky Bridge, walking toward Illusion Demon Island.

”Is this how it is?” Dororo asked.

Angel: ”...Yes.”

Angel’s expression was calm, but his heart was not. Although this illusion technique canvas was a small trick he came up with temporarily—and not difficult as it simply projects thoughts through Nightmare Illusion—the perfect reproduction wasn’t that easy.

In Angel’s view, Dororo would need at least ten minutes of practice to barely present an image on the illusion technique canvas.

But Dororo instantly presented it, showing his extraordinary focus and pure thought process. Many people’s projections onto the white panel tend to present some chaos, like intending to draw a lotus root but ending up with a pale arm, and if their thoughts were messier, it would be indescribable.

Moreover, Dororo’s command and expression of colors were very strong. A painter’s ability to make an image vividly come to life relies heavily on color coordination. Although the illusion technique canvas doesn’t require complex color mixing, presenting realism necessitates a deep understanding of colors.

Angel didn’t think Dororo had time to learn painting during this period, so this was his... talent.

Angel looked deeply at Dororo, convinced that the Baiyuan Clan was indeed the most favored race by the heavens.

”Since you’ve learned how to operate it, continue drawing.” Angel refrained from further explanation, allowing Dororo to unleash his imagination.

Dororo nodded, withdrawing his gaze from Angel and focusing intently on the white panel.

The image previously presented on the white panel now seemed soaked by heavy rain, slowly dissolving and disappearing. However, the clean white panel did not remain for long; a new image slowly emerged.

This was a most tragic scene.

The earth was cracked, all living things withered, and numerous dark ravines crisscrossed, occupying most of the image, stretching all the way to the horizon’s end.

The sky was blood-red, resembling a deep sunset yet akin to a blood mist ignited by fire. At the center of this crimson, a giant solitary eye gazed down upon the world.

”Is this the image you saw?” Angel asked, puzzled as he looked at Dororo.

Dororo nodded.

”You say it’s about me? But where am I?” Angel looked carefully at the image but could not find his presence.

Dororo: ”In the image I saw, there were no humans. I don’t know where you are, my lord, but I am certain that this image is related to you.”

Angel accepted this explanation because Dororo had no reason to deceive him.

Since the image was claimed to be connected to him, surely there must be a connection. Yet... Angel scrutinized every detail of the picture, still unable to discern what the image sought to convey or where the location in the image was.

Angel: ”Do you know where the location in the image is?”

Dororo shook his head.

”Is it in Flourish Continent?”

Dororo continued shaking his head; he had only seen the image and did not know where the place was.

Angel: ”Then... can this image possibly have no real meaning, like the one you just showed?”

Dororo thought for a moment: ”I believe this image is meaningful.”

Though Dororo simply ”believes” without any evidence, his ”believe” often represents the truth, as he’s within prophecy.

This image might indeed hold some significance that is yet to be understood.

Angel refocused on the image, attempting to find clues: ”Hmm... it looks a bit apocalyptic, is it depicting a catastrophe? Is the catastrophe’s source the eye in the sky, or could this eye be merely symbolic?”

Angel examined it for a long time but still gained nothing.

The crucial issue was his unfamiliarity with the image’s background, which made it challenging to speculate on the drawing’s connotations.

”Related to me, related to me... could it be that this background is actually...” the Wilderness of Dreams? Angel softly muttered the name to himself.

But he quickly dismissed the idea. The image’s cracked ground and visible beasts and plants weren’t the situation in the Wilderness of Dreams, and Angel was innately familiar with the Wilderness of Dreams; this image’s background was entirely foreign.

Ultimately, Angel remained bewildered and gained nothing.

Thinking for a moment, he decided to ask others later, like Sanders or some geography experts.