The Death Witch focused her attention on the spiritual level.
In the Mental Ocean, countless "droplet bubbles" overlapped one another. Light of unknown origin seemed to pierce through from every direction, creating a bizarre shallow-sea expanse where it felt as though one could surface by merely poking one's head out, or step onto the seabed—yet its boundaries could never be found.
And yet, in this seemingly transparent place, wails of anguish echoed without end.
The Death Witch had long grown accustomed to such circumstances, almost treating activity here as instinct.
Though she had once made the fatal theoretical mistake of presumptuously dividing things into "Three Layers, One Zone, One Domain," she had not been the only one to get it wrong.
Besides, after Ronan... that young "god," had shattered the old theory with the "Cage Theory," hadn't he partially overturned the verdict again since the beginning of the year?
He had revived the term "Three Layers, One Zone, One Domain" and given it new meaning—though he had most likely copied the aliens' theories wholesale.
Of course, the Death Witch had no standing to be bitter. What she felt was more self-mockery:
What overturning the verdict? In the end, they natives had either misunderstood the concepts Li Wei had given them or been thoroughly fooled.
Having personally experienced the entire process of constructing that theory, the Death Witch could find no excuse for herself.
Amid those subtle emotions, following the still-clear "screams and wails," the Death Witch cautiously extended her perception downward. Deep within the empty yet seemingly profound Mental Ocean, she successfully captured the corresponding source.
It was a murky shadow.
It was opaque by nature, and something like ink juice seemed to be gushing and churning within it, making it ever blurrier and more chaotic.
This was Old Els,