Free Web NovelChapter 517: Chapter 447: Entry
Viola imagined the scene:
The bewildered newcomer to the plane consciousness, upon "waking up," "senses" a terrifying presence within its body, an "alien object" poking around everywhere...
The anger and agitation on her face gradually replaced by a peculiar expression.
Seems... plausible?
Especially at this moment, the green plane outside the porthole, which destroyed all arrays, did not show any intent to pursue or destroy anything further.
On the contrary, the surface of its plane barrier showed a rapid and irregular writhing, with energy flow fluctuating in intensity, sometimes bulging and sometimes contracting, overall appearing...
"Just like a bristled cat, all tense and twitching..." Viola instinctively whispered.
She hesitated, feeling the metaphor was absurd yet surprisingly apt.
She looked at Jeming, her face still unnerved, but the tension in her voice had mostly dissipated: "So, according to your judgment, Starfall succeeded in creating a particularly timid living plane?"
Jeming did not answer immediately.
His gaze moved from the light screen to the "bristling" plane outside, his expression not relaxed but becoming even more solemn.
He nodded, then slowly shook his head.
"From the results of the living plane activation experiment, it is undoubtedly a success. It has gained an independent soul, able to freely manipulate plane energy and matter, even reacting to external stimuli with such... intense emotional responses." Jeming slowed his speech, "But whether Starfall Wizard herself is unharmed... that warrants a huge question mark."
Viola’s heart sank.
Jeming’s words startled her.
Indeed, the Starfall Plane is alive, but what about Starfall?
From beginning to end, there was no news about her.
Professor Clark delved into it, but until now, there was no sign of coming out, nor had he sent a clear signal.
Does this mean Professor Clark encountered trouble there?
The two fell into brief silence, the atmosphere in the control room shifting from previous battle urgency to a heavy concern.
Fortunately, Professor Clark did not make them wait long.
Not long after, once the soul of the living plane stabilized completely, the main control panel before Jeming lit up, receiving a message.
The message was short, the sender, naturally, was Clark.
It contained just two sentences:
[Situation is under control, can proceed with observation.]
[During entry, maintain gentle spiritual fluctuations, do not provoke the newborn consciousness.]
Viola and Jeming exchanged a look, seeing relief in each other’s eyes.
"Let’s go!" Viola decided promptly.
To avoid provoking the living plane, the two no longer relied on the warship.
Viola placed her hand on Jeming’s shoulder, the Law Solidification Power of the Sixth Level Wizard gently expanded, forming a stable protective shield enveloping Jeming.
In the next moment, the two left the warship, flying toward that still slightly "writhing," somewhat "nervous" green plane.
Unexpectedly, when they approached to a certain distance, a section of the seemingly tense plane barrier energy rapidly became thin and soft.
Then, like water waves, this barrier parted to the sides, revealing a "portal" wide enough for both to pass through.
"Whoa," Jeming couldn’t help but murmur in amazement, "This control power... truly ’alive’, manipulating its own body as if innately."
Such uninhibited opening and closing of the plane barrier are far beyond what ordinary plane managers can do with permissions and arrays, it’s akin to a living being controlling its own "limbs."
Though Viola had no mood to admire this spectacle, her expression grave, she identified the direction and, with Jeming, flew straight through the portal.
At the instant of passing through the plane barrier, a never-before-felt sensation enveloped them.
This wasn’t the usual energy environment transition felt upon entering a plane, it’s more like... entering the interior of a massive living organism.
The plane’s energy medium was saturated with a density of life force that couldn’t be dispersed, along with a palpable, curious yet slightly timid "sense of being watched."
Although it hid meticulously, its immense presence exposed its existence—without a doubt, this is the gaze of the soul of the plane itself.
Viola was focused, heading at high speed towards the remembered location of Starfall Wizard’s core laboratory.
The sights along the way were not severely damaged, but the mountains and rivers seemed infused with spirituality, the growth stance of plants particularly "vigorous," even the wind carried a certain rhythm.
Soon, a mountain peak originally cleverly disguised by illusion technique came into view.
But now, the illusion had completely dissolved, revealing atop the mountain a towering metal high tower.
This was Starfall’s laboratory proper.
However, the sight of the tower made one’s heart leap.
In the upper middle section of the silver-gray metal tower, a gigantic hole with a diameter exceeding ten meters was prominent!
The edges of the hole were extremely irregular, the metal torn and melted, residual energy forming dense sparks intermittently jumping and flickering, making slight crackling sounds.
This was evidently caused by someone forcibly piercing through from the outside.
"Should be the mentor’s handiwork." Jeming murmured softly.
The two flew into the tower following the damage marks.
The internal structure too was severely damaged, but the main pathways were fairly clear.
They swiftly reached the large laboratory in the core area of the tower, following the strongest energy fluctuations.
Inside the laboratory, it was a mess, many precision instruments toppled over, energy pipelines ruptured, the floor littered with crystal stone fragments and metal debris.
Yet in the relatively clean central region of the laboratory, two silhouettes suspended quietly.
One they recognized was Professor Clark, dressed in a gray robe, his expression serene.
He standing with his hands behind his back, observing the dome of the laboratory.
That part wasn’t metal, it had transformed into a nebula-like flow of energy screen, with seemingly countless points of light running according to some mysterious trajectory within.
And the other silhouette...
Upon seeing her, Jeming’s pupils abruptly contracted.
Viola meanwhile, as she recognized the person, froze for a second as if struck by lightning, then she darted forward, her voice sharp with intense emotion:
"Starfall! You bastard... how did you turn out like this?!!"
Suspended beside Professor Clark was indeed Starfall Wizard.
She was still wearing that elegant magic robe adorned with silver stars, her face still the familiar intelligent countenance, even with a hint of smile that Jeming found quite familiar at her lips.
But...
She had no physical body.
Appearing before them was a soul form, crystal-clear in features, condensed yet possessing a half-transparent texture!
Magic robe, hair, face... every detail vivid, yet that sense of "substance" completely absent.
Starfall Wizard’s material body vanished without a trace.
At this moment, this soul-state Starfall showed no concern over her status, cheerfully waving at Viola who had rushed over and behind her, Jeming, her voice crisp yet echoing with a strange ethereal sound:
"Yah! Viola! Little Jeming! You’re here! Welcome, welcome! Oh dear, don’t be so excited, I’m perfectly fine!"
