CHAPTER 273: CHAPTER273-THE INNER DEMON OF TRISTAN

"Then I’ll take it without further ado."

After saying this, Owen approached the light ball, all the while keeping an eye on Tristan.

Although Tristan’s attitude towards them had changed a lot over time, Owen knew it was more out of necessity than genuine change.

If Tristan decided to act out, Owen really wouldn’t want to take drastic measures against him.

The fact that Tristan hadn’t run away was enough; if he had, Owen would have let it be.

Owen was slightly relieved that Tristan didn’t make any moves and just waited quietly on the side.

Owen quickly reached the light ball, but even now, he couldn’t discern what was inside.

Hesitating for a moment, he placed his hand on the light ball, yet nothing happened.

Owen then tried the method of blood recognition, letting his blood drip onto it, but still, nothing occurred.

Frowning slightly, Owen wondered why the light ball showed no reaction despite trying all the conventional methods.

Though puzzled, he continued to experiment with various odd methods, such as burning it with fire or dousing it with water...

After a quarter of an hour, having tried every method he could think of, Owen was close to giving up.

He remembered a phrase that was popular in the world: "Treasures find their rightful owners."

Could this saying be true? If so, he could only let Anderson and the others try...

Reluctantly, Owen felt that the light ball was extraordinarily special; his soul power couldn’t penetrate it at all...

"That’s it!"

A spark of inspiration flashed through Owen’s mind.

He had assumed that soul power was ineffective against the light ball because it couldn’t penetrate it.

What if the light ball required soul power but in a different way?

With this thought, Owen began to imprint his soul power onto the light ball.

Indeed, the moment his soul power touched the light ball, a surge of power of orders flowed into Owen’s mind.

In just a short while, Owen felt his head was almost overwhelmed and quickly sealed these powers within his mind.

Once the last strand of power of orders disappeared, Owen opened his eyes, his entire body drenched in sweat.

Had he not decisively sealed away these powers, he might have been shattered soul and body.

Owen glanced at Anderson and the others, who were selecting treasures nearby, then closed his eyes again, attempting to slowly digest these powers of orders.

As Owen had anticipated, when he digested the powers at a slow pace, his head no longer felt like it was about to explode.

"This is... the rules of space?"

Owen suddenly opened his eyes, filled with an unprecedented shock.

He had actually obtained the rules of space, and it was a complete set!

Once he fully digested the rules of space in his mind, he would possess the ability to traverse through space.

And this was entirely different from the forceful breaking through space by those at the rule-tier, who break through space and then relocate.

The rules of space were entirely different.

Masters who achieve a high degree of comprehension in the rules of space don’t need to utilize arcanergy, nor do they need to break through space.

They merely activate the rules of space and can relocate within the range of their soul power without causing any spatial fluctuations, making it an invincible method for escape!

Once he fully assimilates these rules of space, he could be considered a pseudo-rule-tier warrior.

When his strength also reaches the rule-tier, it would be equivalent to a rule-tier warrior possessing two sets of rules.

"Rules..."

Owen’s eyes gleamed.

Now that he had the rules of space, he needed to choose another set of rules that would complement it for future comprehension.

Suddenly, a shadow of a long sword flashed through Owen’s mind, the very sword he had obtained here.

Owen chuckled, "Then I shall step into the rule-tier with the rules of the sword. From now on, your name shall be Bloodbane."

After half a year of combat, Owen had realized the sword he had picked up casually was not ordinary.

With those words, Bloodbane began to vibrate uncontrollably as if expressing its joy.

Owen laughed heartily at this.

However, he also understood that comprehending the rules of the sword was incredibly challenging.

Many people spend their entire lives using a sword and still fail to achieve it.

The rules of the universe vary in hierarchy, with space being one of the highest, alongside time, dark, light, yin-yang, destruction, and life.

So, obtaining the rules of space was not only thrilling for Owen but would also excite any rule-tier warrior.

With myriad thoughts, Owen, having decided to step into the rule-tier with the rules of the sword, knew he couldn’t follow the normal path if he wished to enter the rule-tier.

Otherwise, who knows how long it would take to perfect his sword intent.

...

Two hours later, Owen looked into the void and reached out his hand.

With a slight "creak," a part of the void in front of him began to misalign.

Owen was shaken; although it was just a tiny area that experienced a spatial rift, it was still terrifying.

Given that he was currently at the nirvana-tier realm and his comprehension of spatial meaning was only at an initial level, such an ability to affect space was already impressive.

If his comprehension were higher, couldn’t he cause a part of space to fracture directly, tearing apart anyone within that area with the spatial rifts?

"Owen, judging by your look, you must have made quite the discovery?"

Anderson approached with a smile, oblivious to the change in the void, or else his demeanor wouldn’t have been so casual.

Owen smiled and nodded.

"Indeed, it’s been quite fruitful. If you have any requests, I’ll try my best to fulfill them."

"So, you’re saying you owe us a favor?"

Anderson’s smile widened as he looked at Owen.

Yashum and Perini, who had also approached, looked at Owen as well.

Although requests and favors might seem similar on the surface, their substance is vastly different.

In the world, favors are a significant influence on individuals, with many unable to break through their current realms or even developing Inner Demons, becoming mentally unstable due to the burdens of owed favors.

Requests, on the other hand, allow Owen to take a more active role.

If the requests made are too excessive, Owen could effortlessly ignore them, and he wouldn’t feel obliged to fulfill any future requests, as he would be free of guilt.

"A favor?"

Owen furrowed his brow, then let out a faint smile.

"Well then, consider that I owe the three of you a favor."

As he spoke, Owen glanced at Tristan, who was eagerly attempting to meet his gaze but immediately lowered his head, unable to look Owen in the eye.

If the present him knew he would be too frightened to meet someone’s gaze, he would never believe it.

Yet, now, he subconsciously felt an inexplicable fear towards Owen, perhaps due to witnessing Owen’s cold beating of Norma, perhaps because of Owen’s strength during this time, or perhaps because Owen had rationally decided to bring him along...

In any case, Tristan resolved that once they got out, he would immediately start a rigorous retreat.

He suspected he might have developed an Inner Demon.

If that was the case, he could be in danger.

"Shall we leave now?" Perini asked, looking around.

She didn’t see any teleportation circle.

Owen nodded, not rushing to find a teleportation circle but instead checking his transmitting stone, only to sigh shortly after.

He had been out of contact with Alison and the others for over half a year, with the Ancient Ruins blocking his transmitting stone.

He could already imagine Alison and the others’ worried faces, perhaps even feeling helpless by now...

At that thought, a pang of pain struck Owen’s heart.

After merging with his avatar, Owen’s thoughts had increasingly leaned towards this body, developing feelings for Alison.

Suddenly, a teleportation circle surged up from Tristan’s location, startling him.

To flee or not to flee? Tristan calmed down, his gaze flickering uncertainly as he looked at the teleportation circle right in front of him.

If he stepped into the teleportation circle now, he could escape Owen’s grasp and wouldn’t have to be restrained anymore.

With that thought, Tristan’s eyes brightened, and he took a step forward.

However, Owen’s voice suddenly echoed in his mind, and that sense of fear returned.

Tristan’s breathing became rapid, his face gradually covered in cold sweat.

He quickly stepped back, and his condition slowly stabilized.

Tristan sighed inwardly, knowing that he had developed an Inner Demon, and it wasn’t just a minor one...

Owen glanced at Tristan, noticing his unusual behavior and guessing what might be happening, his brows furrowed.

He didn’t want Tristan to develop an Inner Demon, not out of concern for him, but because Tristan had a highly protective father.

Who knew if his father, sensing something was wrong with Tristan and learning everything about him, might take actions against Owen?

While he was in the Sanctuary, no matter what, the other party couldn’t touch him.

But Owen feared that if he were captured during his travels, they might use him to vent Tristan’s frustrations until his Inner Demon was dispelled.