Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
Roel Ascart had gained a deeper understanding of the Crown’s Stones, one of his core powers, in the most recent Witness State, when his soul was fused together with the ancient calamities.
That was the reason he intuitively sensed the presence of folded space in Tark Stronghold.
Tark Stronghold appeared impenetrable on the surface, but in terms of spatial resilience, it was much frailer now than it was in the real world after being devoured into this space.
And the area Roel was intending to head to would be even frailer than this.
If there was anything spatial magicians had uncovered over their centuries of research, it was that layers of space became increasingly unstable when stacked upon each other. This was similar to how the foundation of a building was the strongest, and it slowly became increasingly unstable the higher up one went.
Anyone who carelessly stepped into a space too frail to carry their weight would be forever lost in the crevices of the void.
There had been cases of spatial scholars dying in that manner in the midst of their research, which was why Wilhelmina was particularly worried about him.
In truth, Roel had prepared a hand regarding that.
As the white fog enveloped his body, his senses abruptly blanked out as if he had passed out, but he could still keenly sense Wilhelmina’s presence, albeit in a different dimension. The two of them were linked by the heart beating energetically in her chest.
Wilhelmina might have overcome the rejection effect, but that didn’t mean she had completely assimilated Roel’s heart yet. Rather, the heart had become his return coordinates. As long as she was around, he would be able to find his way back home.
This layer of guarantee calmed Roel’s nerves.
With the white fog enveloping him, he began to descend. It was a disorientating sensation, but having experienced numerous spatial spells in recent days, he was already starting to become accustomed to it. In fact, he had even made preparations for all kinds of situations.
From his past experience, he
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