In Sumeru, pretend to be a scholar

Sandonne could sense that what was coming from there was not anger—or rather, anger was only the surface layer.

There's something deeper down there.

Resentment, endless resentment that has been accumulating for hundreds of years.

It opened its mouth, but it wasn't the roar of a monster.

That was countless people wailing at the same time.

Dozens, even hundreds of voices overlapped, including men, women, young and old, sharp, hoarse, crying, and roaring, all mixed together and exploding in the cubicle.

"Jacob—!!"

"Rene—!!"

"Damn Narcissus Cross—!!"

The last few words seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying a bone-chilling hatred.

Paimon darted behind the fluorescent body, only revealing half of his head.

Ying's hand was already on the hilt of the sword.

Wang Yan let out a soft sigh.

"It seems we still need to fight."

He stretched out his right hand, and the "Seventy-Two Spinning Lights" on his wrist fell off, disintegrating into seventy-two cubes in the air, which slowly spun around his palm.

“Perfect timing, I’ve gained a new understanding of water elemental runes,” Wang Yan said, a slight smile playing on his lips as he looked at the struggling aggregate of filth. “Then I’ll use you to test my skills. Don’t worry, I’ll be very gentle.”

As soon as he finished speaking, water element runes lit up one after another on the seventy-two small cubes.

These water elemental runes may seem unremarkable at first glance, but upon closer inspection, their structure is surprisingly ingenious.

Wang Yan spent a long time pondering in the bathtub last night. Although he didn't manage to create the Origin Rune, he at least figured out some tricks of it.

The moment the seventy-two water element runes lit up simultaneously, the roaring filthy aggregate suddenly froze.

It was still struggling, still roaring, and the red, sticky substance on its body was still churning violently—but it couldn't move.

It was as if an invisible hand pressed it down from all sides.

With each struggle, the water on its body tightened, and seventy-two small cubes slowly rotated around it, the runes forming a net that completely enveloped it.

No matter how hard it tried, it couldn't budge an inch.

Although it is an aggregate of filth, its essence is still water.

A hint of satisfaction flashed in Wang Yan's eyes.

If I can't beat the Water Dragon King, how can I not beat you?

“Sandonie,” Wang Yan said without turning his head, “do whatever you need to do quickly. They’re struggling fiercely, and my rune won’t last much longer.”

That's half true and half false.

It's half true that this filthy aggregate is indeed struggling frantically, and the binding net composed of seventy-two water elemental runes is gradually deforming; it's half false that "Seventy-Two Cyclones" can hold on for a long time, but these fragmented souls probably won't be able to withstand it.

Sandoni was equally unceremonious.

She took a few steps to the filthy aggregate, looked up at the huge face made of water, and her gear-shaped pupils began to spin rapidly.

Then, she reached out and pointed a finger at the enormous eye of the filthy aggregate.

"A global reversal—'Reversion'!"

The moment her fingertips touched the ground, an inexplicable power emanated from them, spreading like ripples across the entire filthy aggregate.

The enormous aggregate of filth suddenly began to writhe.

The red on its body faded little by little, from scarlet to deep red, from deep red to purplish-red, and from purplish-red to a kind of... very clean, clear blue.

It looked as if it had been washed clean by water.

Then, it exploded.

Countless translucent souls flew out of its body.

Some of them were elderly, some were young, some wore the uniforms of the Narcissistic Cross, and some wore ordinary clothes. They floated in mid-air, looking blankly at their hands, and then at their surroundings.

Then, as if drawn by something, they turned into specks of light one after another and dissipated into the air.

There was no resentment, no wailing.

He just... left quietly.

"May you rest in peace under the umbrella of the gods, and may your spirits be blessed," said a voice, "homeless souls."

The format room was quiet for a while.

Paimon peeked out from behind the fluorescent body, looked at the empty space in front of him, and whispered, "...Is it over?"

“It’s over.” Sandonne nodded. “I told you it was a very simple matter.”

Sethellari was somewhat surprised: "How did you do that?"

As a great deity in the realm of souls, she knew all too well that what had just happened was evil and filthy, and even she would need to put in some effort to deal with it.

Sandogne, with just a light touch, solved the problem.

Just as Sandone couldn't understand Cytraly's soul magic, Cytraly couldn't understand Sandone's numerological array.

"That collection of resentment is nothing more than the product of the souls of the Xie family coming together. It is mixed with a lot of filth and evil thoughts."

"I'm merely separating their original souls from their filth, allowing them to be accepted by the rules of the current world."

"The principle of 'world-style' is 'divergence.' Starting from a single point, it deconstructs and reconstructs the possibilities of the world, seeking answers within that framework."

"By utilizing the 'numerical secret array,' the reverse approach is achieved, restoring and reverting the original state. This is the inversion of the technique."

"This is similar to homology reduction in mathematics, which reduces the group to a simpler and more substantial existence without changing its nature."

Sandonne explained with great interest, then saw three pairs of bewildered eyes and three pained faces.

Only Wang Yan stood to the side, listening with great pleasure.

"Never mind, as long as you know I can do it, that's enough."

Seth Lari: "I think I understand what it feels like for outsiders to listen to a smoke riddle shaman talk."

Paimon: "Anyway, I know it's amazing! You really are incredible, Sandone!"

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Wang Yan was startled awake by Sandone's voice: "Huh? Weren't you lecturing? Why did you stop?"

Chapter 373 Wang Yan: I want to apologize to Villette ( )

"Huh? Weren't you giving a lecture? Why did you stop?"

Wang Yan was awakened by Sandoni's voice, still somewhat unsatisfied.

He was listening intently to Sandonne's explanation of the mathematical secrets and the world-style reversal when the other person abruptly stopped.

“They wouldn’t understand even if I explained it to them.” Sandonne waved her hand. “Alright, let’s restore the Gestalt and get going.”

It nodded.

Ying was still the one doing the work. She returned the way she came, familiar with the place, and put the mechanisms she had just opened back in their places.

As the last knob turned back to its original position, the lake water outside the tower surged back in, and the water level rose all the way up, quickly returning to the state it was when they first entered.

Wang Yan raised his hand and added a feng shui shield to everyone. Then, the group floated to the surface along the path they had come from and returned to the shore.

"call--"

Sandoni stepped ashore, shook the water off his hair, and let out a long breath.

"Alright, alright, the mess from the past is finally cleaned up." She stretched, her hair swaying lightly behind her. "I feel so much lighter now. It's quite nice to do a good deed once in a while."

“You’ve helped your friends a lot in Nordkalley, you’ve always been great!” Paimon said, hands on his hips.

“Heh, that’s hard to say.” Sandonne turned around, looking at Paimon and Ying, her smile fading slightly. “I’m going back to the Fools’ Machine after all. Is it really okay to trust others like this?”

When she said this, her tone was tentative, and there was a hint of nervousness that she herself was unaware of.

Ying looked at her very seriously.

“At least Sandone can be trusted.”

Sandoni paused for a moment, then turned his head and snorted coldly.

"Hmph, don't blame me for not warning you when you suffer the consequences."

That's what she said, but the corners of her mouth were turned up really high, and she couldn't suppress the expression on her face, which clearly showed that she was 'happy'.

Perhaps not wanting to see the two continue their conversation, and mainly not wanting to hear any more topics she didn't understand, Sitale asked, "Where to next? Back to the ship?"

"I have something to do this afternoon, but it's not afternoon yet." Wang Yan thought for a moment, "If there's anything fun to do, you can take me with you."

“Speaking of which,” Paimon’s eyes lit up as he looked up at Sandone, “Sandone’s matter is resolved, shouldn’t you go see your friends? Everyone will be so happy to see you back!”

Sandoni was silent for two seconds.

“Ha… In the past, I probably would never have admitted to something like this.” Her gaze drifted elsewhere. “But… well, I do miss everyone.”

At this point, she changed the subject and clenched her fist.

"But Colombia is an exception! This time I'm going to get my revenge for her always bothering me!"

During the April Fools' Day period, Colombian singers would often stay up late and come to her place to sing, making it impossible for her to get a proper rest.

Sandonne still remembers this grudge.

And last time on the night of the moon prayer, Colombia also played a trick on her, causing her to be bitten by a giant shark. How despicable!

Of course, only Sandone knows what she really thinks, even though she says she's annoyed.

She strode forward while making harsh remarks, as if she were about to start a new life.

Wang Yan followed behind, his eyebrows and eyes suddenly twitching.

He felt a familiar power, light and gentle, like moonlight falling on water, silently gathering at Sandoni's feet.

He opened his mouth, then closed it again.

Forget it, there's no point in reminding you.

The next instant, a moon-white teleportation array lit up beneath Sandoni's feet.

Before Sandone could even react, he was engulfed by the light and vanished from the spot in an instant.

The shore was quiet for a second.

"Sandoene?!" Paimon spun around in shock. "Where did he go?! What was that just now?!"

Ying tensed up, her hand on the hilt of her sword, and she warily scanned her surroundings.

Sethelia frowned, a spark of inspiration already swirling in her fingertips.

"Don't be nervous." Wang Yan waved his hand. "Colombia must have teleported her away."

“Columbia?” Ying looked at him.

“The aura of that power is very similar to hers, and…” Wang Yan paused, almost laughing, “Besides her, probably no one else would do such a thing.”

They just sent people away without even saying hello; that's so Colombian.

The three of them were finally relieved.

“Now that you mention it… I really want to see Colombia and Sandoni reunite…” Paimon’s eyes were filled with anticipation.

After she said that, Wang Yan also became interested in watching it. Generally speaking, this would be a key scene in the plot, and it should be very interesting.

“Then I’ll give it a try,” Wang Yan said.

He closed his eyes and focused his consciousness into the wind elemental rune within his body.

The wind in Maple Leaf is moist, carrying the scent of the lake and the hustle and bustle of the distant city.