Since they had already come this far and even broken the spatial seal, there was naturally no question of giving up halfway.
Without hesitation, they stepped directly into Paradise.
The first thing they felt upon entering was silence.
There was no clamor of human voices. It was like a tranquil mountain village after the lights had gone out at night; apart from the sparse sounds of the wind, there was nothing else to be heard.
"Listen for any recent sounds," Angel instructed Swift Spirit.
Swift Spirit immediately used "Wind Listening" to trace the sounds carried by the winds circling nearby.
A few seconds later, Swift Spirit gave its answer—
There had been no unusual sounds in the past two minutes.
Angel was not surprised. "Wind Listening" could only investigate sounds from the past two minutes, while the earlier voice saying, "Let's play a game," had come half an hour ago.
He had only asked Swift Spirit to investigate in the hope of getting lucky.
"Check the location of your clone. We'll go find it directly," Angel continued.
This time, Swift Spirit did provide an answer. Although it could not determine its clone's exact location, it could still grasp the general direction.
Under Swift Spirit's guidance, the group began walking deeper into Paradise.
They moved very slowly, relying purely on ordinary foot travel. It was not that they did not want to speed up, but they feared that moving too hastily might trigger a spatial trap.
After all, it was certain that there was a spatial wizard within Paradise.
Perhaps that spatial wizard still retained a measure of conscience toward those outside Paradise, which was why he had not placed traps near the spatial seal. But since he had sealed off Paradise, it showed that he held no feelings for those