"What was the origin of that umbrella floating on the sea?" Angel asked curiously.
Canaan said, "I don't know. It seemed to have appeared out of nowhere."
An umbrella had appeared out of nowhere and even sparked a struggle among the sea demons. Angel suddenly thought of some records left by the wandering wizard Feiwenda in Strange World.
—Feiwenda had once recorded a silverfish tribe where a mysterious item had appeared out of nowhere.
This umbrella did not actually have much connection to the records in Strange World. Yet for some reason, it was the first thing Angel thought of.
"Could that umbrella be a mysterious item born naturally between heaven and earth?" Angel's intuition told him so.
Mysterious items were not solely crafted by alchemists. Nature itself could give birth to them. Just like that silverfish tribe—even an utterly ordinary fish could possibly produce one. Lucas had once been a mortal too, yet his head had transformed into a mysterious item.
But intuition alone could not be counted on, and Angel did not believe his strength had reached the point where he could rely on innate spiritual awareness to make the most correct judgment.
He merely buried this speculation in his heart.
Even if Nitotip's umbrella truly was a mysterious item, it was not something he could covet.
The illusion in the courtyard continued to shift. At this moment, the man with twelve clocks hanging all over his body kept turning the clockwork upon himself.
After a while, phantom clocks appeared one after another behind Luchi. They swayed and revolved ceaselessly.
Suddenly, a scarlet eye appeared out of thin air amid the clock phantoms!
A beam of light extended from that eye, connecting to Luchi's brow.
Within the silhouette of that pupil, an umbrella could vaguely be seen. Its