In the brilliant void, Cassandra was suspended among the stars, like a silent deity.
The planet she had plundered away from gradually receded behind her, turning into a dim dot in the void.
The surrounding energy fluctuations tended to calm, presenting a peculiar state of harmony, a natural phenomenon after large-scale planar conquests.
Cassandra calmly examined the space containers she carried with her.
They were neatly arranged, each emitting a unique energy fluctuation, like jewel boxes filled with dazzling gems.
"The crystal civilization of the Type II Plane indeed has some merits in energy conversion."
She mused to herself, a satisfied glint in her amethyst-like eyes:
"Especially the collective consciousness structure of those fluid creatures, which might provide me with some additional inspiration."
The black-haired witch began to inspect the samples she had harvested one by one, her elegant long fingers lightly touching each container, sensing the energy traits within.
The fluid creatures encapsulated as if frozen droplets, emanated a faint but steady life pulse in the crystal containers.
Just then, a delicate crystal suspended between her hair suddenly emitted a faint hum and began to flash with urgent, dazzling light.
This was the activation signal of the long-distance communication device.
"Contacting me now?" Cassandra frowned slightly, then relaxed:
"It should be that the planar communication window has stabilized after a plundering."
She gently touched the crystal, an energy fluctuation transmitted from her fingertip, and the crystal immediately projected a semi-transparent human figure.
It was an old man with a decrepit but indomitable demeanor, clothed in an elegant black robe.
"Cassandra, it seems you have quite enriched gains this time."
Uther’s projection scanned the surrounding space containers, a hint of admiration in his eyes.
Cassandra nodded slightly:
"It was a decently efficient conquest. The value of the crystal civilization here was beyond my original expectations. However, your planar coordinate calculations are as precise as ever, Master."
Uther chuckled softly:
"It’s merely basic astronomical calculations, nothing much."
He paused for a moment, his gaze gradually deepening:
"But today I contacted you not to discuss planar conquests, but concerning some recent changes in the Crystal Tower."
Cassandra’s expression immediately became serious: "Does it refer to the arrangements after my departure?"
"Partially, but more importantly about the newly arrived Primordial Wizard, Ron Ralph."
This name made the black-haired witch somewhat wary:
"Does he have any issues? According to my intelligence, he’s just a Treasure-level genius who advanced through the Path of Truth, although rare, it’s not beyond control."
"On the surface, that’s indeed the case." Uther’s tone became meaningful:
"But through ’Void Remnants’, I’ve observed some interesting phenomena. The ’favor’ effect of this young man was unexpected, with a purity level even surpassing your level back then."
Cassandra’s eyebrows slightly raised:
"This is indeed surprising. My record was broken so quickly."
"Not only that." Uther continued, his voice getting deeper:
"He seems to possess some traits I cannot fully discern. Whenever I try to delve into his spiritual structure, I always encounter a peculiar resistance, as if confronting a mystery with multiple protective layers."
"You mean he has some hidden abilities?"
Cassandra keenly captured the key point.
"Very likely. What intrigues me more is that Eve seems to have gained some unexpected benefits from him."
A subtle and meaningful gleam flashed in Uther’s eyes:
"Under Ron’s favor influence, her ’Demon Devouring’ symptoms have shown faint but genuine signs of alleviation."
This sentence struck Cassandra like a bolt of lightning, and the witch’s cold expression showed rare fluctuations:
"Eve’s condition has improved? Is... is this not a temporary phenomenon?"
"At present, we cannot make a definitive conclusion, but data doesn’t lie."
Uther replied:
"Her recent magic power fluctuations have stabilized, with a reduction in anomaly peaks by about 12%. This is unprecedented in all attempts over the past decades."
Cassandra’s breath slightly quickened, a flash of excitement in her amethyst-like eyes.
But almost at the same moment, her expression returned to normal.
An almost invisible pale purple energy ripple spread from her brow; it was a High Tier Emotion Control Technique—’Forced Meditation.’
"I understand." Her voice resumed its usual calm:
"But we cannot draw conclusions prematurely, as there have been similar ’improvements’ before, which ultimately ended in failure."
"That’s true." Uther nodded:
"Like Alto’s hyperfrequency immersion experimentation, it initially seemed effective but ultimately exacerbated the symptoms."
Cassandra’s gaze turned slightly grim: "Don’t mention that foolish old man, his recklessness almost got Eve killed."
"This is also why I believe we should maintain a stance of observation rather than intervention this time. Any excessive interference could disrupt naturally formed balances."
Uther sighed lightly: "Moreover, Eve and this young man have already established a certain special teacher-student relationship."
"Do you think this relationship is worth maintaining?" Cassandra furrowed her brow, asking cautiously.
"I believe it’s worth a try." Uther pondered for a moment: