Sorcerer: I want to be an Academic Prodigy

Chapter 445: Chapter 444 Hunting Space

“And moreover, this place is devoid of any living creature. Where do you suppose they’ve gone?” Ivan continued.

“Ah—indeed, it initially wanted to hunt us but chose to compromise when it saw things weren’t going its way. That old turtle is truly crafty,” the swamp ant once again looked towards the island with caution.

“So what should we do now?”

“Let me first thoroughly inspect it to see if there’s any trickery and then try to take this corpse into the Silver Moon Blade’s space to see if it really has the miraculous effect of calming spatial chaos.

If everything is as Marshall said, I will acknowledge this as the guidance of the light of justice and play the role of justice’s apostle once,” Ivan’s gaze flickered slightly, and he spoke with a touch of indifference.

Regardless of the other party’s plans, he would respond in his own way. The agreement just now was extremely simple, giving him ample room to maneuver.

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While they spoke, the island showed no changes—it remained deathly silent.

As for the effect of stabilizing space that it mentioned, due to the unique environment here, Ivan couldn’t really see anything, but the fabric of space here was indeed unusually stable; he wondered if it had anything to do with the old turtle.

“I will send someone to scout it out first,” the swamp ant volunteered.

Seeing that he did not veto the idea, shadows flickered from the swamp ant’s body in an instant, transforming into several ant sentinels. The ant sentinels split into several teams, ascending the island from different directions.

By now, the old turtle’s head, feet, and tail had retracted into its body, making it hard to tell that this was a void creature.

“Nothing found,” the swamp ant reported dejectedly after a while.

“Hmm, let’s get closer and have a look,” Ivan was not particularly concerned.

At his words, the swamp ant carried him and slowly flew towards the island.

The swamp ant was not worried about traps. Even if the other party had played some trick, thinking they could deceive Sorcerer Ivan would be a grave mistake—Sorcerer Ivan had many methods at his disposal.

“Cliff Mountain, truly living up to its name. In my perception, the whole thing is made of a huge chunk of rock.”

“Yes, indeed, its body structure is more akin to that of an element creature, quite different from us.”

After that, Ivan employed various methods and techniques, including the sensing of the Golden Bloodline, the power of the Domain Aura, and spell detection to carry out a series of probes on the island but failed to find any hidden life.

If Ivan couldn’t sense anything, there was even less need to mention the swamp ant.

All signs indicated this was indeed a corpse devoid of life.

“Go!”

Seeing no results, Ivan gestured for the swamp ant to follow him outside the island. With a casual summon, the Silver Moon Blade floated beneath the island, its blade rapidly expanding and soon surpassing the island itself.

The next second, a door in the depths of the Silver Moon Blade slowly opened.

In a flash, the middle part of the upper side of the blade started rippling, with chaotic Power of Space eagerly squeezing out.

Ivan raised an eyebrow, knowing that if left unchecked, this would generate a spatial turbulence that would become more intense over time, potentially leading to uncontrollable consequences.

He held back the urge to stop it, allowing the chaotic forces to rush toward the island.

“Goodness, there really is a formidable power of spatial suppression.”

The chaotic Power of Space, as soon as it got near the island, was effortlessly neutralized and suppressed as if encountering a natural predator, which quite caught Ivan’s attention.

This clearly showed that the old turtle Marshall hadn’t lied; the inherent power of spatial suppression was even stronger than expected.

Since that was the case, he began the next step, further unlocking the seal within the Moon Blade, allowing the ripples on the upper side of the blade to continue expanding until they covered the entire blade.

The portal of the Moon Blade Space flung wide open.

“Get in there.”

Under Ivan’s control, the island gradually sank into the spatial portal. Due to the old turtle’s massive size, this was clearly not an easy task.

“Let me help.”

Seeing this, the swamp ant summoned dozens more ant sentinels.

The ant sentinels swiftly flew above the island, working together to push it downward. Little by little, the entire island was engulfed by the spatial portal and began to approach an unknown space.

“Quick, call back the ant sentinels.”

“No need, if they die, they can just be nurtured anew.”

As they neared the deeper space of the Moon Blade, Ivan reminded in case the swamp ant had not intended to halt the ant sentinels’ efforts, but said no more after seeing there was no such intention.

The ant sentinels were, after all, beings the swamp ant had nurtured with its own powers. Describing their strength was complicated—they were known as sentinels but were in fact a combination of servants and expendables.

Before long, the island breached the passageway and officially fell into the Moon Blade Space. The effect was immediate, as the surrounding chaos was suppressed where the island sat, creating a small, peaceful domain.

Further away, the influence of the spatial suppression was also felt, presenting a slight tendency toward calm, which was undoubtedly a glimmer of hope.

“Good! What an exceptional Star Domain Cliff Turtle, with a truly remarkable ability to resolve space chaos.”

Ivan had attempted to repair the Silver Moon Blade multiple times and was all too familiar with the Moon Blade Space within.

After several seconds of observation, he concluded that, given the current situation, the chaos within the space would eventually subside, and he wouldn’t even need to intervene.

However, resolving the chaos would take some time.

“Swamp ant, have your people push the island to the center of the space,” he ordered while retracting his sealing power and closing the open portal of the Moon Blade.

“No problem,” the swamp ant agreed without hesitation.

As for whether the ant sentinels could survive in the chaotic space, that was not within its concerns.

Before long, everything was arranged, and the old turtle had fallen into the trap.

Ivan was in a good mood, though the task had been quite challenging.

It must be said that the Silver Moon Blade was of high quality; the opening of the space portal, the manipulation of the sealing forces within, and the pulling of the island all required considerable effort and attention.

“Sorcerer Ivan, what else needs to be done?”

“Send the rest of your people to look around and see what the situation is here.”

“Alright.”

While Ivan rested and recuperated, the swamp ant silently stood guard, and the other ant sentinels scattered in all directions to investigate the surroundings.

When he was rested, the swamp ant reported some unwelcome news.

This area was like a closed prison with no way out.

“Heh, I knew there was something strange here.”

“Sorcerer Ivan, are you not anxious?”

“What good is being anxious? Since there’s no way out, we won’t leave just yet.”

As they spoke, Ivan extended a portion of his awareness into the Moon Blade Space and found it could be described as ‘turbulent’—clearly, the island’s intrusion had provoked a resistance from the chaotic forces.

He could tell that the overall situation of the space was improving in a favorable direction and at a faster rate than he had anticipated.

Considering the potential for deceit, he decided to stay longer for precaution.

According to guild experience, the current phase of the Great Sky River typically lasts three to five months, so there was ample time and no need to hurry away.

Time flowed like a river, day by day.

Under Ivan’s watchful eye, the internal space of the Silver Moon Blade improved day by day, and after two months, on a certain day, the last vestiges of chaos were quelled, and the entire space returned to normal.

“The flat area is the size of ten acres; I wonder how large it was at its peak.”

“The power of the Moon Blade has more than doubled. In comparison, it was originally like it could only exert thirty to forty percent of its power, but now it’s closer to eighty percent.”

After the internal space of the Silver Moon Blade had settled, he immediately familiarized himself with the surged power of the Moon Blade and regained proficient control.

He discovered that the Silver Moon Blade was still not complete, estimating it to be at only eighty percent of its peak, with the remaining twenty percent in need of repair. There was no helping it, as repaired artifacts were never quite the same as when they were new.

With the Silver Moon Blade under his control, its internal space naturally followed suit.

Compared to the space inside a typical Space Ring, this space had an added vitality, which he surmised was key to sustaining living creatures.

The specifics eluded him for the moment.

“Hunting Space?”

“So that’s it; this really did come without much effort.”

After further mastering control over the Moon Blade Space, a strange expression suddenly appeared on Ivan’s face.

The Silver Moon Blade and the Dark Moon Blade were a pair of Holy Artifacts.

The Dark Moon Blade was with Jenny, and the space inside was a unique botanical garden, containing the power to nurture tree-person guards. Consequently, a small squad of tree-person guards resided within, led by a Fourth-level ancient war tree.

Corresponding to it, the space within the Silver Moon Blade was equally unique, indeed a Hunting Space.

To put it simply, it was a space designed for trapping and killing enemies, which, after slaying the enemy, could leverage the remains to cultivate Shadow Blood Guards.

If he encountered enemies again in the future, he could use the Hunting Space to trap them, working in tandem with the Shadow Blood Guards to execute them.

After slaying the enemies, their remains could be used to nurture more Shadow Blood Guards.

By repeating this cycle, the Hunting Space would grow increasingly powerful.