Mystery: She came from the Chaos Sea.

Chapter 54 This is reasonable

At that moment, a fleeting intuition led the huntress to guess what the gray-blue giant was eating!

She instinctively covered her mouth tightly with her hand, barely daring to breathe, wanting to leave quietly from that place.

She now fully understood why her companion, who possessed the wizard's powers and the ability to see secrets, was in such a terrified and silent state.

Concealing powder works... Concealing powder works...

While constantly trying to reassure themselves, the two wanted to run away as fast as they could, but they could only move their feet in restraint, not daring to make a sound.

Fortunately, the giants did not notice them.

Even after they left the mound that had sheltered them, the mountain-like giant did not turn to look at them.

It was as if they were invisible.

"The concealment powder really works!"

A flicker of joy and delight flashed through the hunter's panicked heart.

However, the next moment, the giant turned his head and looked back.

A huge, vertical, single eye stared at them.

He still had a bloody human leg in his mouth.

……

Crossing a world of overlapping colors, Hermaine, hand in hand with Amanisis, experiences the magical mode of travel that is spirit world traversal for the first time.

But while traversing the spirit world, she inexplicably felt a faint sense of threat.

"A sense of threat?" Amanises frowned in confusion as she listened to Helmaenie's description of her first time traveling through time.

"There are indeed many spirit creatures roaming the spirit world, but not many pose a threat to me or to you. And... what kind of threat could bypass my perception and be applied only to you?"

"Could it be the king of the phoenixes?"

Helmani shook her head; the hidden connection to "error" convinced her that the danger did not originate from "the progenitor of the phoenix," Greta Garley.

"Mistake" now feels the threat of the "Phoenix Ancestor" all the time, a feeling completely different from when it was in the spirit world.

Helmani had some suspicions, but they were just that—suspicions. So she dropped the topic and said, "This is the northern border of the Giant Kingdom? It's quite far. Let's find that phoenix that's rampaging here first, and that human tribe..."

In Helmayne's view, spreading the faith was a technical task, and simply finding and killing the phoenix would not achieve the desired proselytizing effect.

Of course, Helmaenie couldn't possibly orchestrate a scenario where she lured the phoenix to wreak havoc among human tribes and then staged a rescue.

Even though she has the ability to rationalize this matter.

Unfazed by the cold northern winds, Amanisis, dressed in a black dress, asked, "Finding a phoenix with teleportation abilities in the wilderness isn't easy. What are your plans?"

"Of course, it relies on the collective unconscious," Helmey said, already prepared for this.

"The presence of a divine phoenix in this area is enough to cause subtle changes in the collective unconscious ocean of this region... From these changes, clues can be found to find the phoenix's whereabouts."

"Of course, this kind of search still requires a bit of luck," Hermaine smiled slightly at Amanisis.

With the blessing of the power of "Calamity", Helmaene skillfully but still cautiously released her mental body, her consciousness merging into a hazy, twilight-drenched world.

Under the twilight, there were pools of rotting giant remains, sometimes old and sometimes young, like a wall surrounding some blurry, tiny human figures in the center.

Is the ocean of consciousness in this region dominated by giants?

Helmani was somewhat surprised. She had thought that this place was remote and would be dominated by the spiritual imprints of tribesmen, wild monsters, and other creatures.

It seems this place is still within the giants' territory... But if that's the case, why haven't the giants cleared out or driven away that phoenix?

Helmani composed herself and used her mental abilities to bring herself to a state of extreme calm.

Her dark, deep eyes were layered with golden vertical pupils, her hair gradually turned gray, and two faces that looked exactly like hers faintly appeared on both sides of her cheeks.

One side is so sacred that it inspires longing.

One side was gloomy, as if it were carrying some kind of heavy burden.

She slowly lifted her foot and stepped forward.

Those limp, gray-blue half-bodies panted like wild beasts, their rotting arms reaching out towards Helmaenie, who was constantly plunging into this ocean of collective unconsciousness.

But when these rotting hands touched Helmaenie's toes, they suddenly reverted to their more essential nature—intense negative emotions, a depraved and insane spirit.

These negative emotions and depraved spirits, capable of polluting the spirit and driving people mad, converged and draped over Hermaine's back like a deep, dark river.

However, it did not harm Hermaine's spirit.

However, Hermaine's once upright posture became slightly hunched.

The gloomy profile on her face became even more sorrowful.

The ocean of collective subconsciousness bearing the mark of the giants is indeed more dangerous and terrifying than that of humans, due to the giants' extraordinary power and the underlying madness deep within their spirituality.

But this heavy mark, manifested as a dark cloak, was still within the scope of what Hermaine of the Three Heads could bear.

Wandering through the collective unconscious ocean of this region, with the blessing of good fortune, Helmaenie saw a faint, pale flame flickering on a certain "isolated island".

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

"Found it."

Hermaine's golden vertical eyes fully materialized. Her appearance sometimes remained human, and sometimes blurred into the phantom of a three-headed gray-white dragon. As her form shifted back and forth, she seized the moment when she found this "isolated island" and silently boarded this island of the mind that belonged to the phoenix.

Subconscious images belonging to the phoenix surfaced before Hermaine's eyes.

She saw the phoenix chasing after living beings in a flash, saw the phoenix manipulating souls with its abilities, saw the phoenix devouring all kinds of spiritual beings...

She could also vaguely see towering pale stone pillars and an upside-down bone structure.

But "good fortune" and spiritual reminders blurred her "vision" at that moment, as if she were about to be disconnected from this island of the soul.

Even her memories at this moment are faintly blurred, as if they are about to disappear at any moment.

But at that moment, the anomaly originating from the "Chaotic Sea" cleared her vision again, and the desolate and lifeless scene she had just witnessed had vanished.

However, the memory of that scene was preserved under the influence of the "Chaotic Sea".

Knowing that there was something wrong with the scene in the phoenix's consciousness, Helmaenie deliberately restrained her thoughts and stopped thinking about the huge, tomb-like city.

She reached out and found pieces of shredded paper in her hand.

The shredded paper drifted down and merged into the phoenix's subconscious, altering its thoughts and ideas.

As the scraps of paper fell, lines of text were faintly visible:

"Hunger woke me from my dream, and I sensed the presence of human women in the wilderness."

"She was a pure, sweet human woman, devoid of any extraordinary qualities."

"Humans are weak yet spiritual beings, making them a suitable meal for today."

"I want to open the 'door' right now and play with my prey as always."

"I look forward to enjoying her when she is at her most emotionally charged."

"Oh, praise be to our progenitor! I'm so looking forward to all this! I must get started immediately. This…"

"That makes sense."

(End of this chapter)