As time passed second by second, it was unclear how long had elapsed. Zhu Haomiao’s gesture of listening paused slightly, and he suddenly opened his eyes. It was as if a channel quietly unfolded in his pupils. The boy in black took a step forward, and his figure suddenly blurred, vanishing into thin air. Not far behind him, in the darkness that others could not observe, an old man smiled and nodded, whispering to the empty air. "Seeing him, I seem to see the former you." A middle-aged man with ordinary features appeared silently next to the old man, withdrawing his gaze from the direction where Zhu Haomiao had disappeared. "He’s indeed a very promising young man, but his internal power is somewhat dangerous and needs continuous monitoring." "It’s rare to hear the words ’promising’ come from your mouth..." Facing the old man’s teasing, the middle-aged man replied helplessly. "I’m just speaking on the matter. The potential he displays is indeed remarkable." "So he’s just slightly inferior to you back in the day, right?" Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man calmly shook his head: "Not just a bit, but his opponent is merely a human form of an Old God. What we see may not be his entirety. With the rise in Heavenly Position, he might get closer to who I was." Hearing this, the old man smiled meaningfully. "Do you think he might surpass you in the future?" Pondering for a long while, the middle-aged man hesitantly shook his head: "Very difficult, but not absolutely impossible." "The ’Abyss Ascension’ and ’Realm Lord Ascension’ have their pros and cons. If he can continue, he might open up a new path." Listening to the middle-aged man’s indifferent and calm words, the old man sighed helplessly. "You’re always so boring." After the sigh, the old man quietly vanished without a sound. Watching his disappearing figure, the middle-aged man frowning in confusion, finally left after a while. In a wide underground space, a group of people in black robes whispered as they watched a girl standing in the center of a mystical magic array, bowing her head in prayer. "Miss has remarkable talent, but living too comfortably without the desire to strongly change reality makes it impossible to summon heroic spirits from other worlds..." "Who do you think invented this strange summoning ritual? I’ve heard that some ordinary people, just because of strong emotional fluctuations in a short period, managed to summon powerful heroic spirits, even without understanding magic!" The whispering echoed in the enclosed space, but Abe Waka standing in the center of the magic array seemed oblivious, focusing intently on her prayer with closed eyes. However, just like before, the endless void remained cold and unresponsive, regardless of her prayers and calls. But just as she was about to give up, a terrifying sense of panic struck her heart, as if something in the vast void saw her, staring at her with a chilling gaze. The next second, the dim magic array burst into light, illuminating the entire underground space like daylight! Three geometric patterns formed a pitch-black dragon pattern on her hand, and Abe Waka felt a surge of joy, but then she remembered the oppressive and terrifying stare just now, and nervously looked at the corresponding direction within the magic array. Amidst the shimmering magic spirit light, a faint pitch-black mist emerged, gradually sketching out a tall and slender humanoid silhouette. In the blink of an eye, the hazy black fog dissipated, revealing a strikingly handsome and slightly sinister black-clad youth before everyone. His deep, ink-like eyes scanned the circle, causing everyone to feel goosebumps and tense up as if triggered. For an instant, people felt that what appeared before them wasn’t a human youth, but a prehistoric beast. Just a casual glance made their hearts pound with fear. Fortunately, the dark gaze passed quickly, landing on the conspicuous girl. Zhu Haomiao squinted slightly, gradually masking his intense aura and quietly watched the strange pitch-black dragon pattern on her hand. Instinctively, Zhu Haomiao knew that it was his anchor in this world, the chain that bound and restricted him. The substantial gaze felt like a steel blade scraping across skin, making Abe Waka subconsciously cover her hand and nervously stare at the black-clad youth. Heroic spirits from other worlds aren’t necessarily friendly; if he proves too dangerous, she can banish him back to his original world. However, the cost would be huge, and she wouldn’t resort to it unless absolutely necessary. As she looked at the familiar pattern on the girl’s hand and sensed the law contract in the ether, Zhu Haomiao’s expression turned odd, and he furrowed his brow. Is this damn girl my Master?! How did I end up in this ero-game world? In an instant, fragmented information about Li Cang’s Golden Sacred Armor and the rumored Biohazard flashed through his mind, and the brow of the black-clad youth gradually knitted together. On the other side, Abe Waka noticed that his actual magic power was weaker than hers and wasn’t as intimidating as he appeared, so she gradually freed herself from tension and spoke in an unassumed manner. "Hello, heroic spirit of another world..." Before the words left her lips, Zhu Haomiao interrupted with a wave of his hand, rubbing his temples a bit painfully. "Hold on, you’re not called Yuan Banlin, are you?" Surprised by the sudden strange question, Abe Waka paused for a second and shook her head calmly. "No, I’m called Abe Waka." "Oh, that’s good, it must be some parallel world..." Sighing with relief, Zhu Haomiao murmured in an almost inaudible voice, and then he perked up, scrutinizing the girl in front of him. In a flash, that unsettling feeling of being stared at by a prehistoric beast surged back, sparking a hint of anger in Abe Waka’s heart as she glared at Zhu Haomiao discontentedly. "It’s not gentlemanly to scrutinize a lady in this manner." It was only then that Zhu Haomiao realized his gaze was too aggressive and oppressive, so he withheld his gaze, smiled, and nodded. Not sensing any trace of apology from his casual words, Abe Waka fixed Zhu Haomiao with a stern look, trying to express her dissatisfaction with her eyes. Yet, indifferent to her little temper, Zhu Haomiao casually surveyed the onlookers around him as he began to step out of the magic array. "Where are you going?" "Don’t worry, I’m just going to familiarize myself with the surroundings and will be back soon." Watching the black-clad youth leave with nonchalance, none of the retainers around stopped him, and Abe Waka stomped her foot in anger. "Weren’t summoned heroic spirits supposed to be weak at first and needed time to grow?" "This one’s aura is at least of the Fifth Rank, right?" "To have Fifth Rank strength right upon descent, the potential is unimaginable!" "It’s not that exaggerated; overall, he’s only Fourth Rank. But his presence is so intimidating that ordinary Sixth or Seventh Rank warriors don’t have his oppressive sense." "Miss has found a treasure!" As the youth left, the crowd excitedly chatted.