I Ascend to the Divine Throne through Arcane Means

Mr. Lis, carrying Evar, floated in midair.

Below was an endless sea, extending as far as the eye could see, lacking even a single shoal, let alone a clearly visible island.

"Are you sure it's here?"

Mr. Lis asked Evar, now relying solely on this living compass.

"It is here, no mistake."

Evar closed his eyes, sensing for a while before confidently responding.

"Where exactly?"

Mr. Lis carefully surveyed the surroundings as he continued to inquire.

"Not sure, I can only roughly feel it's in this part of the sea, can't be more precise."

"Is that so..."

Mr. Lis fell silent for a moment, then closed his eyes as well.

But no matter whether Mr. Lis was using his exceptional spiritual power for detection or using Detection Magic, he discovered nothing unusual.

After casting a Floating Technique on Evar, letting him wait in place, Mr. Lis began to search for the mysterious island using other methods.

He closed his eyes, immersing his consciousness into the Dream World.

After searching around for a bit, the Dream World of this region didn't display anything special.

Due to the scarcity of sentient beings, the number of Dream Spaces shimmering with dreamlike light in the Dream World was small, much fewer than in Ice Peak City.

Having disconnected his consciousness from the Dream Space, Mr. Lis pondered for a moment.

His right hand flickered with an ethereal, hazy light as he slowly slid his index finger downward through the air in front of him.

Mr. Lis's expression was very grave, concentrating all his focus on his right hand.

Gradually, a fine black fissure appeared in the space where Mr. Lis's right index finger passed.

Evar stood beside Mr. Lis, watching his actions, daring not even to breathe heavily.

He naturally could see the black fissure appearing before Mr. Lis's hand.

He could tell that Mr. Lis was attempting something extremely dangerous; the occasionally slight warping of space around the fissure and the terrifying aura it emitted constantly stimulated his warrior's nerves.

His spiritual sense told him that if his body touched this black fissure, he might be obliterated.

Mr. Lis is truly fearsome!

Evar's heart also rose with apprehension, and he silently felt fortunate that he had enlisted Mr. Lis.

If Mr. Lis couldn't find that mysterious island, what would be the point in seeking other mages?

Mr. Lis, disregarding Evar's changing expression, stopped after creating a black fissure about ten centimeters long.

But that wasn't enough, for in order to maintain the Space Rift before him, the Mana inside him was depleting at a high velocity.

Indeed, Mr. Lis had opened a Space Rift, though it was only a short one.

But it was a stable, controlled Space Rift by Mr. Lis.

This was even more difficult than the Teleportation Technique, since while you could learn the Teleportation Technique with the aid of a Magic Model, opening up a Space Rift on one's own indicated a certain level of mastery over Space Magic. Continue reading stories on My Virtual Library Empire

And his control over Magic Power was also meticulous, reaching a very high level.

Otherwise, he would have been destroyed by the violent space turbulence the instant he opened the Space Rift.

The stronger the power, the stronger the rebound.

Normally, only a Gold-level Mage who has deep studies in space could achieve this.

It was only a short while ago, after acquiring his teacher's notes on space research and many experiments, that Mr. Lis was able to do this officially.

Feeling the rapid depletion of Mana inside, Mr. Lis dared not delay for too long.

Although his Mana Value was significantly higher than that of a typical Silver Mage due to various specialty bonuses, it wouldn't last for too long.

Mr. Lis quickly wrapped his consciousness in Magic Power and delved into the Space Rift, exploring his surroundings.

Evar could do nothing but suppress the urge to flee, obediently staying in place to watch Mr. Lis's operations.

Before long, a somewhat pale Mr. Lis opened his eyes, casually closing the warped Space Rift before him, his face contemplative.

How to put it?

One piece of good news, one piece of bad news.

The bad news was that Mr. Lis, after exploring the space crevice corresponding to this sea region and the outer space, found no special Different Plane or Space Fragments.

That is to say, the previous consideration might be wrong, the mysterious island might not exist in a Different Plane.

The good news, however, was that the space corresponding to this sea region was very peculiar.

It seemed as if something had stabilized this space crevice; naturally occurring Space Rifts were rare, and there were no space storms at all.

If ordinary outer spaces often had Space Rifts as common as sea waves by the shore, then the outer space corresponding to this sea region was like a calm, waveless pond, which only made it seem more eerie.

This meant that there was definitely something wrong with this sea region.

It might be that my strength is still not sufficient, or perhaps the method is incorrect.

Mr. Lis mused internally, considering whether there were any other methods that could uncover clues.

"Mr. Lis?"

Evar waited for a while, and seeing Mr. Lis unresponsive, hesitantly asked.

"What is it?"

Mr. Lis looked at Evar, a hint of impatience in his eyes.

"Did you find any clues?"

Evar tentatively inquired, losing the aloof demeanor he had aboard the Mermaid.

"Um."

Mr. Lis hesitated, then straightforwardly said,

"I can confirm there's something strange about this sea region, but I haven't found any clues yet."