Chapter 1402: 463. Infinite Illusions

“Who is… talking…”

Noland Lee woke up slowly, his vision blurred and his body weak.

Dot-like light sources appeared hazy in his field of vision, hanging high in the night sky like brilliant stars.

A faint sense of unrealness and dizziness came in waves, as though he had been awake for three continuous days and nights, feeling distressing.

After not too long, the discomfort in his head gradually dissipated, and his vision became clear after rubbing his eyes over and over again.

“Where is this?”

Noland’s eyes showed surprise as he looked around, only to discover that he was in a strange territory.

It seemed like a corner of outer space, surrounded by countless speckles and dots of stars, with the vague silhouettes of galaxies and massive celestial bodies visible.

But strangely, Noland could feel something supportive under his feet, an invisible ground that allowed him to stand and walk, instead of floating in a vacuum.

What was more bizarre was that he had reverted to a flesh and blood body, no longer a skeleton transformed by magic, a gaseous creature, or any other magical form.

Yet, with such a frail flesh and blood body, he could still breathe and run in an environment that seemed to be a vacuum.

“Hey, is anyone there? Who’s talking?”

Noland searched the unfamiliar space while shouting loudly into the surroundings, hoping for a response.

No one answered him, nor did any creature or non-living entity appear. It was as if this place was an airtight cage, with only him existing for eternity.

Noland calmed down in contemplation, no longer summoning and searching for a way out as before.

The first step, Noland decided, was to figure out whether the hallucinations he saw were real or not.

He painstakingly recalled the scenes he had witnessed in his dreams.

The bizarrely shaped, gigantic members of Dillan Paradise were vivid in his mind.

The content of their discussion, the view of the universe’s edge seen on the illusory screen, and the history of being completely sealed in the Sacred Fire by the historical information barrier were all exceedingly real.

So real that it felt as if Noland himself was a member of the paradise and had personally experienced everything from beginning to end.

“Spatial Folding Technique… Spatial folding…”

The more Noland thought about it, the more familiar this so-called “Spatial Folding Technique” sounded to him, as if he had often heard about similar technologies somewhere.

“Why does this Spatial Folding Technique feel so much like the storage space in the field of Magic? It also seems quite similar to the Folding Space in the field of Alchemy. No, what’s most closely related to Spatial Folding Technique must be the Sub-Dimensional Technology mastered by the Plane Core. Could it be that the Plane Cores I know of are actually survivors from a previous cosmic cycle? Are they all members of the Dillan Paradise?… Is this why that flame is called the Fire of St. Dillan?”

Noland noticed that in the current cosmic cycle, all forces, personnel, or extraordinary items related to the Plane Core more or less involved Spatial Folding Technique.

If this was taken as a measure, then the hallucinations he saw likely had a certain probability of being real.

“I’ve often heard the saying ‘seeing is believing,’ but now I just want to say that even what you see may not be the truth. However, although I can’t be sure how much of the content in the hallucination has really happened, it at least provides a line of thought to explain the origin of the Plane Cores.”

Noland nodded slowly, thinking to himself:

“Interpreting the Plane Cores as survivors of a previous cosmic cycle does have a certain persuasive power. But it’s difficult to prove this proposition is accurate, and I don’t have time to think about that much for now. What’s most important is figuring out how to get out of this bizarre space.”

Noland put aside distracting thoughts, organized his mind, and attempted to sense the “Heart of Magic.”

As expected, the “Heart of Magic” had disappeared from his chest.

No matter how Noland called out, there was no response.

The “Heart of Magic” is gone, so be it.

Noland’s memory still retained quite a number of Magic Array Blueprints.

Let’s try the “Water Creation Magic” first.

Although the bizarre space wasn’t suffocating to death, after being active for so long, Noland was indeed thirsty.

The Magic Array Blueprint was outlined in his mind, and Noland raised his right hand, palm facing up, in front of him.

A ball of Pure Water, created by thought, rapidly appeared as if printed by a 3D printer.

“Eh? It actually worked.”

Noland brought the water to his lips and slurped it up clean.

The feeling of thirst dissipated, but now the urge to urinate started to arise.

He straightforwardly used the Magic Array Blueprint to create a temporary dwelling for himself.

Rock and Soil Energy were drawn from the air and converged into a stone house more than five meters high.

Then came the Tables and Chairs, daily necessities, water tank, and stove within the Stone House.

In a short while, the temporary dwelling with complete living facilities was set up.

Noland prepared a table of food for himself inside the house with “Food Creation Technique” and “Water Creation Magic,” barely filling his stomach with the dry Magical Cuisine.

Only after the hunger had faded and his stomach was full did Noland fully recover from the daze after waking up.

He used Blood Magic to examine his body.

This was a genuine flesh and blood body.

He could even see through to the scene where the food was being digested in his stomach.

Noland left his Small Cottage, stood outside, and stared at the stars in the sky.

After sketching the blueprint for the “Flight Spell” in his mind, he soared into the air, flying towards the planet closest to him.