"Hear what?" Think was extremely sensitive to things she couldn't hear but Su'er could. At this moment, she reached out and wiped the tears flowing down one of Su'er's cheeks and asked.
"...A crying sound," Su'er's voice suddenly became extremely hoarse. He had not yet fully come out of that huge grief and palpitation, and his mind was also infected by it. "You just said it's dead, so is this the phenomenon that occurs when an Phantasma dies?"
"As far as I know, no. At the very least, I didn't hear the crying sound you mentioned at all," Think had no time to deal with Jibril. She knocked on the outer shell of the Great Escape with a serious face. In the next second, the vehicle of the few of them flew towards the front at the fastest speed.
It was different from any sight he had seen in the past. That silent curtain of light was not an explosion, at least not an explosion that Su'er could understand. But even he, who knew nothing about the profoundness of magic, knew how serious the damage it caused was.
The seawater that was wiped out by the curtain of light was like butter that was scooped out by a spoon, forever missing that part. The seawater that followed was like leaning against an invisible high wall. No matter how high the waves were, they could not fill it. But the most dazzling thing was everything under their feet - it was the sea, but it could no longer be called a sea of water, but a sea of light.
It was as if blue flames were continuously gushing upwards, but Su'er could not feel the slightest bit of temperature. It was a blue as transparent as the sky. Even he could see it clearly. The very bottom of this sea of light was a pure white color. He could not see the scene at the very bottom at all. He didn't even know where the seawater at the very bottom had gone.
"This is... spirits?" Think's pupils suddenly contracted. She muttered in disbelief. Even she had never seen such a wonder.
There were too many. It was as if a balloon had been pricked, and the air that had gathered in the balloon was released. The only difference was that what gushed out was not air, but an unbelievably large number of spirits - Su'er, who was wearing the special glasses, could see the gushing and splashing spirits. When he took off his glasses, he could only see the blue and white light.
A light that even a race like Imanity, who should not be able to see spirits, could see.
As the light passed over the scar on his shoulder, Su'er inexplicably thought of the blood that continuously flowed from his wound when he was injured. So, was this fountain of spirits in front of him a wound of this planet, of this world?
Of course, this was just his thought.
However, the sorrow and palpitation that had echoed in his heart before always clung to Su'er's mind, making him unable to ignore the past.
"...Was this caused by that Phantasma?" Su'er retracted his gaze from the blue light that was constantly gushing out from below and couldn't help but ask Think.
They had put in so much effort. Even Jibril had once again devolved from a powerful state back to her loli-like appearance, and it would obviously take at least a few years for her to fully recover. They had paid such a high price, but that Phantasma just happened to die... Did we waste our efforts?
If so, how could that Old Deus in a state of suspended animation be awakened?
Su'er kept thinking in his heart, seeking a way forward.
"It was her," Think didn't know what Su'er was thinking. She just replied softly. Her arms spread out as if she were calling for something from the void. With her movement, the blue and white abyss below suddenly boiled. The surging blue flame streams even grazed past Su'er's cheek, shocking him into a cold sweat.
Without the time to ask any extra questions, Su'er's entire mind was attracted by the strange object that was slowly rising from the blue and white abyss. Just by looking at it, he could feel that unspoken nobility. Blue flames were flowing on its surface, but everyone knew that they were not flames.
It should have been a perfect sphere, but one side of it had turned into a broken hole. The surface also had surging waves, which froze the posture of the water at that moment, making people subconsciously feel a sense of regret and anger - for such a perfect object to be damaged. However, when such a thought passed, Su'er suddenly realized what it was.
The remains of that Phantasma. Her most important core.
"It's really dead, isn't it?" Jibril, who didn't know when she had woken up, suddenly lay on the front of the vehicle and sighed heavily, "It looked like it was trying to escape from beginning to end, but I didn't expect it to choose this path at the last moment of its life... How amazing."
"Hey, weed?" Jibril suddenly chuckled. She turned her head and looked at Think with a wicked smile, "My mission was completed perfectly, you know~, but that super amazing spell formula you bragged about didn't control this Phantasma, you know? Pff hahahaha~"
"Hey, hey, hey~, can you tell me? What does the great Miss Weed feel like now? Hello? Can you talk? Hey?" Jibril was so arrogant that she was about to stand on her head. She poked Think's arm with a mischievous look.
"...It's just because Devil's power property is too special. My spell formula is flawless!" Think glared at Jibril fiercely and answered with an unwavering tone.
"Well, well~~~, you're so good at lying~, so what does the great Miss Weed plan to do now? Go find a new Phantasma? I'm telling you now~, I can't do that again in a short period of time," Jibril felt Su'er secretly pinch her shoulder. She shrugged and said.
"Hah, why would I go find another Phantasma?" Think let out a disdainful chuckle and said confidently, "Don't forget what our original goal was. It was just to wake up that Old Deus in a state of suspended animation."
"Look at what's below us. Isn't the way right here?"
Think's eyes were sparkling with an almost gushing desire for knowledge and curiosity. She was so excited that she couldn't control herself. This was undoubtedly a wonder that had appeared for the first time in her life so far, and it existed only here on this planet.
"Can you feel these spirits?" Staring at the blue and white abyss below, Think's words contained an unprecedented yearning and desire, "These pure white, flawless spirits... What does that make you think of?"
Without saying anything, Jibril also stared at the spectacular sight below. She kept thinking and guessing until after a long while, she said the answer that had appeared in her heart with a slight hesitation.
"...The Spirit... Corridor?"