Chapter 1048: Section 1049: The Vision of Canaan
In the next minute, the other two half-blood demons successively awakened.
Each of their enhancements was not as obvious as Pulapa’s and hard to discern from their appearance, but the undisguised joy in their eyes made it clear that this experiential trip was definitely fruitful.
Now, only Canaan and the Three-Headed Crocodile remained in the Ocean Rhythm Illusionary Realm.
Angel thought it could either be a matter of accumulating experience over time or just that the demons’ innate talents were so high that they could endure the Illusionary Realm much longer than humans.
Not to mention the previously awakened Pulapa, just the few half-blood demons that had woken up had mostly persisted around three minutes, far surpassing the human average.
Actually, the Ocean Rhythm, from a certain point of view, was a survival game. In the end everyone would die, it was just a matter of who could last the longest.
From this perspective, humans’ resilience was indeed far inferior to demons’.
Even if the Ocean Rhythm Illusionary Realm would selectively erase memories, the innate instinct engraved in their bones made them refuse to give up and use every possible means to survive.
In this respect, comparing demons to humans made it clear who was superior and who was inferior.
As time ticked by, and another minute passed, a faint mist began to seep from the Three-Headed Crocodile’s body.
This scene caught the other demons by surprise.
Their enhancements were still at a stage only they were conscious of, but the enhancement of the Three-Headed Crocodile was visible to the naked eye. Moreover, the mist increasingly thickened, and its huge body radiated a shimmering light.
“Could it be that the Three-Headed Crocodile is also about to enhance?” the other demons looked at one another, their eyes filled with indescribable shock.
An enhancement for Pulapa was bearable–even if it truly advanced to the level of a lesser demon, its strength would be mediocre. However, the Three-Headed Crocodile was different; it was a demon naturally powerful despite being stuck at the rank of a lesser demon, and it was so much stronger than these half-bloods.
If the Three-Headed Crocodile did enhance, it might even become a major piece of news throughout Lassudral!
Angel watched the Three-Headed Crocodile with eager eyes; if this big fellow truly conjured a miracle, he wouldn’t have to worry about customers anymore!
However, regretfully, even though the blue light on the Three-Headed Crocodile’s body kept flashing, it did not reach the point of forming a Milky Way. It merely caused the Misty Cabin to be bathed in fluctuating blue light, and in the vague transparency, it truly had a sense of ‘illusion.’
The Three-Headed Crocodile opened its bell-like eyes, its revival speed much faster than the previous half-blood demons.
It could feel the earth-shattering change within its body, an unprecedented exhilaration from birth until now, which made it want to roar out loud.
But before it could roar, it caught the shop owner’s cold gaze and heard a command, “Shut up!”
If it had been any other time, the Three-Headed Crocodile might have gotten angry, an indigenous person daring to speak to it this way. But at this moment, looking at the owner’s frail frame, it felt incomparably imposing…
There were indeed miraculous beings among the indigenous people!
The Three-Headed Crocodile restrained its joy and communicated silently with the other three awakened half-blood demons using spiritual power. Normally, it would not deign to interact with half-blood demons, but the joy in its heart made it lower its standards, sharing the insights from this experiential trip with them.
Once their quiet exchanges were close to ending, all eyes were on Canaan.
It had been almost seven minutes, and this female half-blood demon still hadn’t come around?
They now knew that their experiential trips were all the same, struggling to survive in that violent sea. They themselves had held on for so long, feeling they were at their limits, and this little one was still persisting?
For a moment, the way they looked at Canaan changed. They were well aware of the ferocity of that sea, and enduring this long was testament to Canaan’s willpower.
Moreover, they had just pooled their insights and it seemed that the longer one lasted in that violent sea, the greater the rewards.
Canaan had persisted for so long, how terrifying would her gains be?
A minute later, Canaan gave them an answer.
A gigantic Phantom Shadow emerged from within her, initially sitting cross-legged just like Canaan. But as mysterious changes unfolded within Canaan, the Phantom Shadow kept growing… and growing…
In just ten seconds, it had become a colossal Phantom Shadow over twenty meters tall.
While it might not be much compared to Lassudral’s buildings, all the nearby demons took notice of the suddenly appearing Phantom Shadow.
This Phantom Shadow looked like a slumbering… Sea Demon!
Since when had a Sea Demon come to Lassudral? While the other demons were puzzled, the closed eyes of the Phantom Shadow suddenly opened.
Synchronously, Canaan in the Misty Cabin also opened her eyes.
The moment she opened her eyes, she felt the pulsating water energy within her body, and at the same time, Canaan realized her dorsal fin, pectoral fins, and even her tail fin had all grown out.
The repressed energy in her body seemed to have doubled, and it was still proliferating ceaselessly.
The exhilaration of growing stronger made Canaan roar out loud.
This time, Angel did not stop Canaan’s actions because he noticed that as Canaan roared, the Phantom Shadow standing behind him rose as well, making the same movements as Canaan.
Moreover, the roar of the Phantom Shadow blanketed the majority of the nearby areas. Almost all the demons around heard the Phantom Shadow’s excited roar.
The roar seemed to carry the surge of the ocean’s waves, and in the terrifying tidal waves, there appeared to be a giant sea demon, lifting the trident of the Sea God, issuing a command to all Water System creatures!
At this moment, outside a building akin to an amniotic sac, Pulapa was fervently persuading others to try the Misty Cabin’s Ocean Rhythm. Upon hearing that roar, it stopped in its tracks, turning towards the direction of the Phantom Shadow.
After a moment, surprise flashed in Pulapa’s eyes, “Look, another unique phenomenon! The Misty Cabin has wrought a new miracle! Listen to me; experiencing the rhythm of the ocean once will greatly enhance your powers!”
The few Half-Blood Demons who had previously shown little interest in what Pulapa was saying, now, with the suppressive joy in that roar, could not help but feel doubtful—could what Pulapa said be true?
At the entrance of the Hunting Museum, Rin also lifted her head.
As a Fire System demon, Rin should have loathed the sensation of ocean waves in the air, but at that moment, she did not show any signs of disgust. Instead, she slightly curved her lips into a smile, looking towards the distant dense forest where the Misty Cabin was located.
It wasn’t just Pulapa and Rin; at this moment, all the demons who heard the roar from the sky’s Phantom Shadow halted their steps and began to explore the source of the Phantom Shadow.
When they discovered that the phenomenon was again coming from the Misty Cabin, a message that had been actively spread by Pulapa and already dismissed by them, now came back into their thoughts.
“What ‘Magic Power’ does the ‘Misty’ Cabin possess to consecutively yield such breakthrough phenomena?”
With Pulapa, it might have been a fluke, but this time it looks like it might be an offspring of a sea demon?
Unaware of the outside world’s discussions, Angel’s feelings at this time were somewhat complex. He had been thinking that if another unique phenomenon occurred, the Misty Cabin would certainly get noticed and naturally attract more customers.
But when the results of the first batch of customers were so good, even beyond his expectations, his mood became both joyful and complicated.
The talents of the demons were truly frightening. So far, Angel had only allowed six demons to join the experience journey, and yet, unique phenomena had emerged one after another. It’s difficult to imagine what it might look like if more demons joined.
Although Angel had previously told Fafnir that he was just doing business and did not care whether demons and humans were hostile towards each other, looking at all these powerfully talented demons, Angel still felt a pang of regret, as if he were nurturing potential enemies.
He hoped that one day he wouldn’t encounter these demons on the battlefield.
After sending away this batch of customers, Angel had intended to rest for a bit. Given the current trend, it should not take long for a new batch of customers to arrive.
However, just then, Angel heard some movements behind him.
Turning around, he saw the Half-Blood Demon that had caused a huge commotion earlier and produced a massive Phantom Shadow, seemingly having returned after a departure.
Angel remembered that it had mentioned its name—it was Canaan.
Angel smiled and pointed to a sign on one side, “Our shop does not serve repeat customers, only once per customer.”
“I’m not here for a repeat experience,” Canaan lowered its head, “I just want to ask the owner a question.”
Suddenly Canaan lifted its head, eyes filled with suspicion, “Are you really an Indigenous Person?”
Canaan’s words sent a chill through Angel’s heart—had his Disguise Technique been seen through?
“Why would you say something like that all of a sudden?” Angel replied, still smiling, but his gaze swiftly glanced at Fafnir who was nearby.
Canaan seemed to notice Angel’s gaze and quickly said, “I’m just puzzled… because the way you speak Abyss Language is very peculiar, it doesn’t sound like an Indigenous Person’s accent.”
“Is there a uniform standard for accents in Abyss Language?” Angel raised an eyebrow.
“I used to live in a mixed settlement, nearly inhabited by tribes of Indigenous People from the barren lands, so I’ve heard many accents. The owner’s accent doesn’t seem to match those of the tribes, but rather it resembles… a human who’s used to speaking the common tongue, applying the pronunciation rules of the common tongue to Abyss Language.”
Canaan delivered the last sentence in the common tongue.
After finishing, Canaan looked at Angel with an inquisitive gaze.
Angel remained expressionless, yet inwardly he felt a sense of poignancy; it wasn’t the Disguise Technique that gave him away, but the accent.
However, even if uncovered by Canaan, Angel could not possibly admit to it, simply snorting coldly, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Just because you haven’t heard it, doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist. Moreover, what does it have to do with you?”
As Angel spoke, Canaan also noticed that the dark-skinned woman was looking at it with a profound gaze, and a sense of danger began to slowly climb up its spine.
Quickly, Canaan said, “I didn’t mean anything by it, I just wanted to say that after those few Half-Blood Demons left, they also started to doubt the owner’s identity… It’s not about the accent, but in Lassudral there’s a custom that Demon Language is the formal language, and Abyss Language is seldom used.”
Angel was becoming a bit impatient, “What exactly are you trying to say with all this?”
“I mean, if the owner doesn’t mind, I can help the owner receive the customers.”