Laplace didn't say anything in the end, nodded slightly to Angel, and the two of them plunged directly into the mercury mirror.
…
After a period of weightlessness, there was a sense of solidity under my feet, and the air was filled with the smell of earth and forest.
Angel opened his eyes and found that he had arrived in a dark forest.
Behind it is a shining silver mirror. Through the mirror, you can see the "banquet table" outside, which is the text space.
There is also a table directly in front of Angel, but unlike the regular tables outside, the table here is more exquisite, and the four table legs are still swinging up and down; the furnishings on the table are not so "regular" and rotate.
The jumping teacups, singing candlesticks, book pages flowing with fragrant liquid...etc., all show the wonder of this table.
Above the long table, there is a floating thundercloud with cute big eyes.
"This...is perfect for a tea party." Angel murmured in a low voice. Everything here was exactly the same as the witch's tea party in the fairy tale.
If Greia were here, she would probably like it very much.
While Angel was sighing with emotion, Laplace's call came from not far away.
Angel looked back.
I saw a group of "Laplaces" walking over in the forest.
Yes, it's a "group", at least a dozen of them. Among them, there are quite a few "Laplaces" standing on the treetops, watching Angel from a distance.
They wear different colors of clothes and have different hair colors. The only thing they have in common is their faces.
It was precisely because of the similarities and differences in their attire that Angel immediately locked onto the real "Laplace". She stood at the front of the group of Laplaces.
Angel: "They are the elemental clones you mentioned before?"
Laplace walked over and nodded to Angel: "There are also divine blood clones, shadow clones, Ningtai clones... etc. I'll introduce them to you later when I have time?"
Laplace: "Let's go find the parrot first."
When the subject came to the point, Angel also expressed his solemn expression: "How to get there? Take the path between planes? The Mirror Realm Passage?"
Laplace shook his head: "The mirror domain channel is relatively slow and will be sensed by the giant city spirit in Crystal City. It is unnecessary."
Angel: "Then how do we get there?"
Laplace: "Have you forgotten how I took you to see the original body before?"
Angel was stunned and immediately realized: "You mean, walk into the void of consciousness?"
In order to see the "painting" before, Angel used the aura of consciousness to follow Laplace walking in the void of consciousness, and finally arrived at Laplace's body in the sea of ​​empty mirrors.
Naturally Angel will never forget that journey into the void of consciousness.
After all, this is one of the closest journeys to extra dimensions that Angel has ever experienced.
Laplace nodded: "It will be faster if you walk through the void of consciousness. Moreover, you have experienced it once, so I don't need to explain the rules."
Angel also admitted that the void of consciousness would be faster, and it would probably take less than a few seconds to reach the parrot.
but……
Angel looked around and pointed at the group of "Colorful Laplaces" whose eyes had been locked on him: "Are they going to go too?"
Laplace shook his head: "They just want to see you and be curious."
Angel: "???"
Laplace: "After all, you are the only outsider who has entered the Yinsen space besides my current body."
After a pause, Laplace said: "Ignore them, let's go."
As he spoke, Laplace stretched out his fingers, and the fingertips, which were so green that they were almost jade-like, condensed strange energy like gurgling water.
The energy condensed into twinkling points of light, floating and sinking in the dark forest, like fireflies swaying, and like stars swirling around.
These light spots were eventually arranged into a "constellation"-like pattern, surrounding Ingres and Laplace.
From the perspectives of other "Laplaces" around them, Angel and Laplace slowly sat cross-legged on the ground and closed their eyes peacefully, as if they had fallen into a deep sleep.
But from Angel's own perspective, the light spots around them turned into a mirror at their feet, dragging him and Laplace into the mirror.
Slowly sinking, like falling into a soft swamp.
When his head was also surrounded by a deep swamp, Angel felt like he had entered a world composed of light points.
Here is the void of consciousness.
Chapter completed!