Chapter 446 - 335: Otherworld Teleportation Technique

The next day.

Morning light filtered through the stained-glass windows, casting mottled patterns of light and shadow on the floor of Titus’s bedchamber.

A faint, fresh fragrance lingered in the air.

Ian stood before the window, the cuffs of his dark gray long robe hanging low as his gaze fell upon the courtyard outside.

Several tall sunflowers were in full bloom, their fiery red petals trembling slightly in the morning breeze.

"Father’s condition... has stabilized," Aidele’s voice came from behind him.

She walked to Ian’s side, the hem of her purple long robe sweeping across the floor.

"The dark purple marks under his skin have already receded below his chest."

"His breathing is stronger than before, and occasionally... his fingers will twitch."

Her expression had relaxed considerably, the worry in her eyes gone.

"Elder Soron said that at this rate, he might wake up in less than a year."

Ian turned around. Aidele looked much better than she had a month ago, a touch of brightness in her complexion.

"That’s good."

Ian felt a sense of relief. He would be leaving soon himself and wouldn’t have the energy to keep watch over Titus.

Aidele hummed in acknowledgment, her gaze lingering on his face for a few seconds.

"You came to see me... not just to ask about Father, right?"

Ian didn’t answer immediately, his gaze shifting to the sunflowers outside the window.

Silence spread between them.

The fragrance in the air seemed to grow a little stronger.

"I need... your help. I need the Justice Clan’s knowledge regarding Otherworld Transmission."

Ian organized his thoughts and quietly stated the purpose of his visit.

Aidele’s body tensed slightly.

She looked at Ian, a flicker of surprise in her deep, cyan eyes.

"You’re preparing to go to... other worlds?"

Her voice was a little strained, as if something was caught in her throat.

"That makes sense."

She quickly regained her composure, turning her attention back to the topic at hand.

"You’re a Level Three Wizard. It is indeed time for you to be exposed to this kind of knowledge."

Ian nodded. "I have already advanced to Level Three, so I need to make some preparations first."

Aidele lowered her head in thought for a moment, then walked to a bookshelf in the deepest part of the bedchamber.

It was filled with all sorts of ancient books, scrolls, and manuscripts.

She stopped at the third shelf and took a dark gold scroll from the far right.

The scroll was very old, its edges frayed, but the dark gold threads on its surface were still distinct.

Aidele handed the scroll to Ian.

"This is a manuscript left by our ancestor, Kandela Justice. It was part of my father’s collection."

Her heart trembled slightly as her fingertips brushed against Ian’s palm.

"Our ancestor traveled through many worlds and recorded a great deal. I hope it will be of some help to you."

"Also, you are a Level Three Core Honored Guest Elder. The clan’s library might also have the knowledge you need. You should go take a look."

Ian accepted the scroll. It was surprisingly heavy. He couldn’t tell what material it was made from, but he could faintly sense a weak Rule Fluctuation emanating from it.

"Thank you."

He felt a flicker of joy and carefully stored the scroll in his Dimension Ring.

Aidele watched him, her gaze complex.

She turned, walked to the window, and stood shoulder-to-shoulder with Ian, looking out at the courtyard.

The sunflowers swayed in the wind, their petals drifting down like a splendid scarlet rain.

"Ian."

She spoke suddenly, her voice so ethereal it was nearly carried away by the wind.

"No matter where you end up going... you’ll always be welcome here."

After speaking, she turned her head and looked into Ian’s eyes.

Ian was stunned, his mind reeling slightly. He hadn’t expected Aidele to say something like that.

’Her words held something that went beyond the scope of "allies."’

’It was like a slender thread, trying to entangle me, catching me off guard.’

"If I have the chance, I’ll come back."

But even he couldn’t be sure when that would be.

Aidele hummed in response and said no more.

She turned her head back and continued to gaze at the flowers outside the window.

The sunlight illuminated her profile, tracing a soft outline. The tip of her nose was slightly red, and her eyelashes cast delicate shadows beneath her eyes.

Ian stood in place for a few seconds before turning to leave.

The sound of his footsteps echoed in the spacious bedchamber, gradually fading away.

The moment the door clicked shut, he heard Aidele’s extremely faint sigh.

It was like the wind rustling through a flower bush, gone in an instant.

「Back at No. 7 Wisteria Lane, on the third basement level.」

The Crystal Stone Lamp cast a cold white light, illuminating a stone platform.

Ian unfurled the dark gold scroll, spreading it out on the platform’s surface.

The scroll was very long; once unrolled, it covered nearly the entire stone platform.

It was written in the ancient Wizard Language. The script was neat, but the ink had faded.

Along the edges were hand-drawn star maps, coordinate charts, and diagrams of Phase Nodes.

Ian took a deep breath. His fingertips hovered above the paper as his Spiritual Power extended like fine threads, seeping into the faded ink.

Instantly, a massive amount of information flooded his mind.

It wasn’t a coherent whole, but rather fragmented records, like a travelogue jotted down by a traveler on the road.

[Star Calendar 43726. Discovered a natural Phase Node at the edge of the ’Sea of Darkness’ World Cluster.]

[Node Coordinates: ████████]

[Traversal energy consumption reduced by 73%; stability increased fivefold.]

[But the node drifts over time, shifting by approx. 0.03 spatiotemporal units annually. Periodic recalibration required.]

Ian’s pupils contracted. This manuscript was over five thousand years old.

’Phase Node... I’ve seen this term in the manuscripts of the Abyssal Ancient Race.’

’But the records from the Justice Clan’s ancestor are far more detailed and practical.’

He continued to read.

[Star Calendar 43859. Encountered the shattered ’Jade Dream Realm’ world. Attempted invasion. Met with intense rejection.]

[Resistance strength of the remnant World Will: Level Four Peak.]

[Accompanying party of seven Level Three Wizards was suppressed instantly. Their Elemental True Forms disintegrated, and their Souls were annihilated.]

[Only I managed to force my way in by relying on a Morning Star Level Seed of Rules, but I paid the price of heavy injuries.]

[Conclusion: Below Level Four Morning Star, one has no power to resist the suppression of a complete World Will.]