Only after a long while did Alazan speak again.
His voice was very low, carrying profound dread and warning:
"Dago, take my advice. You're advancing down the forbidden path of Spiritheart Amber far too quickly, far too recklessly. So quickly that you've already exceeded my expectations."
"Those 'things' you just mentioned... are existences you have no business touching or gazing upon as you are now."
"When you gaze into the abyss, the things within it are also studying you, an insignificant ant, with keen interest."
"Listen! Until your flesh has fully ascended to the Fourth-Ring Miracle tier and you've reconstructed a perfect Elemental Spirit, I absolutely forbid you from continuing these suicidal 'dream descents'!"
A mocking, cold smile curled Dago's lips.
"You old bastard... so you really have been hiding plenty of crucial secrets from me."
He did not dwell on the matter any further.
He deftly opened the Spatial Ring on his wrist and retrieved several high-grade nutrient potions brimming with vitality, along with some specially prepared, high-calorie jerky.
Like a precision machine, he swallowed mouthful after mouthful without expression, using the crudest method to rapidly replenish the enormous physical deficit his real body had accumulated over nearly three months.
About half an hourglass passed.
Once his nearly depleted blood and vitality had been replenished and he had recovered seventy or eighty percent of his strength.
Dago found a relatively level spot in the cramped space, formed a meditation seal with both hands, and sat firmly cross-legged.
He slowly closed his eyes and spoke in a tone so calm it was chilling. "Break's over."
"Start the next transfer, Alazan. Spare me the chatter. I still have plenty of trial time to burn."
"You-! You lunatic!"
Dago's reckless refusal to listen had clearly enraged Alazan. His voice trembled. "Have you