Chapter 137: Abyss Plane

Moonlight Forest, Green Cottage, and other wizard organizations were once powerful and didn’t originally reside in their current locations.

Information on this is scarce, but according to rumors Helag heard, these organizations were driven here by even more powerful wizard groups.

These stronger organizations occupied resource-rich areas more conducive to cultivation.

Despite the wizard world’s strength and numerous conquests of other planes, some planes, like the Abyss Plane, were too formidable even for them.

To summarize, the Abyss Plane symbolizes power and terror.

In the wizard world, many seek quick power by praying to evil gods, offering their souls and flesh in exchange for strength.

These evil gods are powerful beings from the Abyss Plane, each capable of destroying an entire plane.

Helag now understood why his mana flow was sluggish. It’s because his power belonged to the wizard world.

Different planes suppress powers not native to them.

Helag wiped sweat from his forehead. “No wonder even a random stone here is dangerous, and that black creature could chase me down.”

The toad looked at him and said, “I don’t know why you’re here, but you have a familiar aura. That’s why I come looking for you each time you appear. Last time, the space was unstable, and I couldn’t talk to you.”

“Familiar aura?” Helag was puzzled.

“I’ve only recently awakened and forgotten many things. But your aura feels familiar, like home,” the toad explained.

Helag noticed the toad mentioned recently awakening. “Have you been asleep for a long time?”

In his understanding, only powerful beings like evil gods fall into long slumbers, sometimes lasting thousands of years.

The toad reminisced and shook its head. “I don’t remember, but it must have been a very long time.”

“What’s your power level? Are you an evil god?” Helag asked.

“Evil god? You mean those lords? I should be stronger than them. But my power has waned. In your wizard world’s terms, I’m about fourth to fifth ring level now,” the toad replied.

“Fourth to fifth ring…” Helag was speechless. Describing the power of a fourth to fifth-level formal wizard as “just” and “only” was humbling.

He showed the faint mark on his palm. “Do you know what this is?”

Thinking he couldn’t escape anyway, Helag decided to ask the powerful being before him.

The toad glanced at the mark and understood. “Ah, it’s a plane coordinate.”

“Plane coordinate?” Helag had never heard of such a thing.

The toad explained, “This coordinate is made from a fragment of the wizard world. It accumulates plane energy and, when full, allows travel to the Abyss Plane.”

Helag was alarmed. “So, whenever it fills up, I’ll automatically come here?”

The toad shook its head. “No, the coordinate belongs to you now. When it’s full, you decide whether to activate it. If you want to come here, just use your mind to communicate with it.”

Relieved, Helag felt better knowing he had control.

Otherwise, randomly being transported to the Abyss Plane would be too dangerous.

“If I want to return, do I also use my mind to communicate with the coordinate?” Helag asked.

“Yes. The time you can stay here depends on your power. The stronger you are, the longer you can stay,” the toad said.

“So, I left quickly last time because I was just a first-level apprentice…” Helag understood.

He then asked, “What was that black creature? It was so powerful.”

“Just an ordinary monster with a trace of the Thunder God’s ancestor’s bloodline, giving it some strength,” the toad explained.

“Thunder God’s ancestor?”

The toad continued, “An ancestor is the origin of all things. You’re not ready to understand them yet.”

Helag thought and asked, “Is the black creature you ate still intact? I’d like to study its bloodline.”

The toad opened its mouth and spat out a black leg. “This should be useful.”

Helag carefully preserved the leg, thinking it could be valuable for his future advancements.

Suddenly, the surrounding space began to ripple with waves.

The toad said, “It’s ending. You’re about to return.”

“Thank you for saving me. What’s your name?” Helag asked.

The toad looked troubled, touching its head. “Name… I forgot. Luckily, you’ve appeared close by both times, so I could reach you. Next time, I might not be so quick. Be careful.”

Helag nodded, about to speak when the scene changed, and he was back in his bedroom.

He looked at his palm, the plane coordinate mark still faint.

The black leg was still in his space ring. Helag prepared a simple potion to preserve it, preventing it from rotting.

This experience gave Helag new ideas.

With the ability to reach the Abyss Plane, he needed to maximize this advantage.

The powerful bloodlines in the Abyss Plane could be his greatest asset.

Using Great Dark Heaven, he could absorb these bloodlines to strengthen himself.

Though he couldn’t face evil gods or ancestors, he could handle lower-level monsters with their bloodlines.

But this was a future plan. Even after becoming a formal wizard, he wouldn’t rush into the Abyss Plane.

It held opportunities but also great dangers.

As a first-level wizard, he might only handle creatures like the black one, not even Shivara.

The toad warned it might not always be there to save him. Helag needed to grow stronger before venturing into the Abyss Plane again.