“Why can the Red Sea Trees appease the violent abyss?” Saul didn’t quite understand.

“The high-rank wizards at that time speculated that something exists at the very bottom of the Abyssal Eye. It’s this thing that has been driving the abyss to continuously penetrate deeper into the earth’s layers, and might even drill through to the continents on this side in the future.”

Even Gorsa’s expression became serious when mentioning the abyss.

“It’s said that the Borderland was designated by wizards at that time as a place where the Abyssal Eye might appear. Although the Abyssal Eye has not appeared to this day, and no one can detect how deep it has penetrated, the Borderland has experienced two pollution outbreaks.”

“The Stargate people call this kind of outbreak ‘small tides.’ Each time a small tide appears, large numbers of people die…”

“Do you remember the Bayton Academy that left the Borderland?”

Saul nodded, “I heard they escaped from the Borderland.”

Gorsa chuckled lightly, “Their third-rank wizard at the time was polluted during the last small tide and finally couldn’t suppress it, so was driven out by Clark.”

“However, Clark, who enjoyed the resources left by Bayton, probably never thought that the next small tide outbreak would come so quickly.”

“A fake Storm Eye doesn’t affect the existence of a real Storm Eye.” Gorsa leaned back, “The appearance of a Storm Eye means an anchor point is about to appear. Legend says anchor points guide the Abyssal Eye. Each time an anchor point appears, it accelerates the Abyssal Eye’s progress in breaking through the world. If the Black Tide pollution carried by the abyss really erupts on this side, the Tribunal and Stargate Council probably have no ability to resist at all.”

“By then, the connections between the three continents will be forcibly severed. The Tribunal and Stargate Council will change from each defending one side to being attacked by the Black Tide from both sides.”

Saul understood. If such a situation really occurred, the world would quickly be destroyed.

The Borderland was like a balloon filled with water, with a sharp needle floating inside, ready to pierce the balloon and release all the water at any moment.

People enjoyed the coolness of the water balloon while fearing it would burst.

Gorsa stood up and instantly put away the pink large sofa.

“Alright, I’ve told you almost everything I should. If you don’t want to die in the Borderland, become third-rank as soon as possible. I’ll give you a slight push, but the rest depends on yourself.”

Gorsa spoke vaguely, making Saul’s heart feel uneasy.

How would he push him?

In the next second, before Saul could ask, Gorsa’s figure disappeared along with his sofa.

However, just as Saul casually put away his own sofa, wanting to discuss advancement with his consciousness bodies, he saw Gorsa’s figure appear in the original spot again.

“Almost forgot one thing.” Gorsa extended his right hand toward Saul.

Saul looked down and found that Gorsa’s right wrist was twisted.

His right hand had turned 360 degrees but looked normal from the surface.

Saul didn’t know how he had just maintained his movements without any abnormality, making him completely unaware.

“I used some methods when killing Clark. This is the aftereffect. Please help me deal with it, Dr. Saul.”

Saul looked up, “This is caused by pollution?”

Gorsa nodded casually, as if the polluted person wasn’t him.

Saul’s expression became serious because just from observation, he found that the pollution on Gorsa was similar to that in the Borderland, but the pollution source was more powerful, or rather, pure.

But Gorsa had clearly just arrived in the Borderland, at most a few months. How could the pollution on him be heavier than some wizards who had stayed in the Borderland for years?

Saul’s index finger transformed into a semi-transparent grayish-white tentacle and touched Gorsa’s wrist.

The tiny suckers on the tentacle were like small fish mouths, bit by bit nibbling at the air around Gorsa’s wrist.

But as the suckers opened and closed, tiny particles as black as ink were extracted from Gorsa’s wrist and drilled into Saul’s tentacle fingertip.

In less than half an hour, Saul had absorbed all the Black Tide pollution in Gorsa’s body.

When he removed his finger, which had turned charred black, the pollution source inside almost infected his palm through the severed finger wound.

Saul immediately sealed the wound with magical power and sealed and preserved the severed finger.

“The pollution in your body, does it come from the Black Tide?”

Gorsa nodded and smiled, “Yes, very pure abyssal waves. If not for doing bad things, I wouldn’t carry such troublesome stuff.”

Good grief, innocently saying “doing bad things”?

Saul was speechless, “I’ll take this then. If you continue staying in the Borderland with it, even if it’s already sealed, you might be polluted again.”

“I’ve completed everything I came to the Borderland to do and will leave soon.” Gorsa pointed at the sealed bottle in Saul’s hand, “But if you like it, I’ll give it to you.”

After speaking, Gorsa’s figure disappeared again.

Saul put the sealed bottle into another box inscribed with more powerful sealing magic formations for additional reinforcement.

After completing all this, he reviewed today’s pit-Clark operation.

Unfortunately, this operation was too sudden, and he hadn’t prepared to personally participate.

If he hadn’t been too clear that Clark would definitely be interested in the Nightmare Butterfly in his body, he might have failed.

“It seems I can never consider myself a bystander in the future. Even people who seem to have nothing to do with me can drag me into trouble at any time.”

Penny had now emerged from dreams about his past but was similarly harmed, currently completely transformed into a deathly silver bookmark, dormant in the diary.

About half an hour later, Saul quietly said to the motionless Camus in the corner, “Master Gorsa should have gone far away by now?”

Camus looked up at the ceiling without saying anything.

Although Camus didn’t speak, from her slightly relaxed attitude, Gorsa should have indeed gone far away.

Only then did Saul breathe a sigh of relief, then sat on a stone chair beside the experiment table that wasn’t as soft as a sofa.

“Master Gorsa disguised himself as a Tribunal wizard, secretly entered the Borderland, forged a Storm Eye, and killed Clark.”

“What exactly does he want to do?”

Saul always felt that Master Gorsa’s troublemaking this time was to cause even bigger trouble!

After Gorsa left, Byron finally came out of the third-floor laboratory.

He looked at the first basement level with lingering fear, “Gone?”

Saul nodded wearily, “Gone.”

“Do you want to rest first or discuss first?”

Saul rested his arm on the table, “Let me tell you what happened. Pei’er will probably come over later anyway, so I’ll wait for her.”

However, even after Saul finished explaining the entire sequence of events, from speaking to Byron alone to explaining to the steward, Camus, and all the consciousness bodies, Pei’er never appeared.

Instead, on the third day, Saul waited for Brando.

(End of Chapter)