Angel noticed a qualifier in Sanders's words—"after I return."
That meant he was leaving now?
"Mentor, I read many books about the Nightmare Realm today, but I still don't have a concrete idea of it. What kind of world is the Nightmare Realm, exactly?" Angel did not care whether Sanders was leaving. For now, matters concerning the Nightmare Realm were what mattered most.
Upon hearing the question, Sanders did not answer immediately. He fell silent for quite a while before slowly saying, "The Nightmare Realm is a very special plane."
As he said this, countless emotions flashed through his eyes, complex and conflicting.
"No one understands its essence. It can reflect all reality, making what lies before you seem false, yet once you truly come into contact with it, you discover that some things within it are real.
It has a set of rules, but no one has been able to probe its truth or falsehood."
Sanders's explanation was disjointed and even more mysterious than what the books recorded.
"Even now, I have not fully grasped the Nightmare Realm's true nature. But I can tell you this: eighty percent of what I have achieved today came from the Nightmare Realm. And after spending several centuries there, I have only explored its outer reaches. That alone makes its value abundantly clear."
Merely lingering around the outskirts of the Nightmare Realm had created a powerful wizard whose name resounded throughout the Southern Region?!
"But its danger is proportional to its opportunities—perhaps even greater." At this point, Sanders suddenly paused, then looked at Angel. "You should understand its danger as well. Haven't you experienced the Nightmare Realm's nightmares before? Twice, you fell into life-or-death crises. Yet whether it was luck ordained by fate or something else helping you, you somehow escaped alive."
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