Age of Adepts

As the old voodoo doctor mumbled to himself, the mosquito beat its translucent wings and vanished from sight as it rapidly circled the hut.

In just a few seconds, the mosquito had covered every corner of the hut. Even the dark corners of the room did not escape its notice.

Unfortunately, it found nothing!

Ye’ke couldn’t help but become confused as he continued to hear the mosquito’s beating wings.

Could the divine spear have been mistaken? He had personally raised this mosquito. It excelled at scouting and sensing any life force present in the area. The mosquito would not miss it if there were indeed any enemies nearby.

These confusing inconsistencies made Ye’ke doubt himself.

After using a few spells to confirm the results and finding nothing, Ye’ke was finally confident that the bloody spear humming was most likely only a mistake. The mistake could only be regarded as a whim of that unpredictable Fate.

Ye’ke was relieved. He reached out, grabbed the mosquito, and shook lightly. The mosquito instantly turned back into a wooden doll. Ye’ke put it back on his belt and stood up. He extended his trembling, frail arm and tried to pull out the spear that was stuck in between the sacrifices.

The hall was empty. Not a single person could be seen.

However, a large platform was placed at the center of the hall. The statue of a massive, life-like Feathered Serpent stood there.

Sinister scales, flared feathered wings, a long and slender tail, terrifying fangs, and a chilling, gleaming pair of eyes.

Even though it was only a stone statue, Greem could sense a trace of soul aura on it, one unique to high-grade lifeforms. A faint mental flux engulfed every inch of space in this hall. There was no room for anyone to sneak around.

If Greem and Shadow Demon’s auras hadn’t merged completely with the shadow of the stone pillar, they would not have escaped the spiritual senses of that statue.

At this point, Greem didn’t dare expose even a trace of his aura. He could only borrow Shadow Demon’s ability to sense everything happening within the hall passively.

The Feathered God was not here, but a spatial singularity to her den certainly existed here.

Don’t ask why Greem knew this. It was because Alice told him.

And how did Alice know about this? Heheh! In all honesty, ever since Alice advanced to Fourth Grade, this native god of an inferior plane no longer had any secrets in front of her. If she wanted to, Alice could even peek at her ‘gracing’ her male Feathered Serpent guards with her ‘presence.’

Witches of Fate might not amount to much in battle, but they were horrifyingly powerful when it came to certain unusual domains!

According to Alice’s description, that singularity existed inside the statue of the Feathered God.

The inside of the statue was empty. There was plenty of space for a singularity the size of a finger.

It would have been exceptionally difficult to sneak into the Feathered God’s den while avoiding the detection of the mental consciousness attached to the statue if it were Greem alone.

It was nearly impossible.

However, with Shadow Demon’s help, this was as easy as breathing.

Greem gave an order, and the Orb of Shadows inside Shadow Demon trembled slightly.

An insignificant tremor appeared in every shadow inside the temple. It was a negligible surge of power, but it did not escape the Feathered God’s notice.

The Feathered God’s mental consciousness was projected into the temple at the same instant the shadow powers rippled.

The eyes of the statue lit up as an overwhelming consciousness descended on the temple. The consciousness quickly calmed down the flux in the shadows.

Mm? The doing of an enemy? Or commotion in the Shadow World that spread over here?

The Feathered God’s consciousness formed a delicate web and swept the temple in an attempt to quell her questions. However, she found nothing out of the ordinary.

No enemies. Something must have happened in the Shadow World then. Something large enough to affect the material world!

In the past, the cautious Feathered God would most certainly have attempted to extend her Spirit into the Shadow World to search for the cause of the tremor in the shadow powers. However, the extended exhaustion of her Spirit and stamina had caused her to become less diligent.

Moreover, her temporary absence had caused the little life inside the egg to throw a tantrum again.

The Feathered God was frustrated once more. She had no time to investigate the reasons behind the tremor in the shadows. She turned and returned her consciousness to her den.

She had no idea that in the instant her consciousness was projected to the statue through the singularity, an enemy skilled at stealth had brazenly slipped back into her den.

Just as the Feathered God possessed the statue to search for an enemy, Shadow Demon had arrived in that unusual divine domain with Greem’s mental consciousness in tow.