The Curse Bone Gate stood calmly in front of the mage, now closed. Just when Lynch thought he could return to his hometown, it mercilessly shut. The overlapping skulls on the gate seemed to face the Red Robed Mage with a crying expression, their slightly open mouths seemingly echoing with the eternal sound of lament.

The Abyss Demon looked down at the mage, maintaining his previous posture. This human was indeed very generous; the blue diamond he submitted could not be returned. Piffed knew how to win over the "customer's" heart. After a while, he said, "Perhaps you should try another portal; I can send you to other teleportation gates for free. However, those places aren't as safe as the Curse Bone Gate—after all, they don't have a kind Abyss Demon to manage them."

Lynch shook his head, looked up, and asked, "So, kind Refining Demon, I have a question. If the teleportation gate to my original world is impassable, how did I come here?"

"Oh, little one, that's not an easy question to answer." The Abyss Demon grinned, making an expression he thought was a "smile." However, those venomous teeth and the grotesque muscles of his face always gave this "smile" a grim and terrifying taste. He said, "Maybe you were lucky, maybe the portal wasn't shut when you came, maybe the one who closed the portal sent you here… how would I know?"

'Dazhe!' Lynch finally found the root of everything; it must be that guy who completely prohibited space magic! Since the teleportation array in Ratris City malfunctioned, only Dazhe and his snake-men have the ability to open spatial channels. Even using Teleportation Magic powered by the Magic Origin Power, Lynch couldn't generate any reaction.

But the question is, how did Dazhe do it? Lynch had never heard of any God of Space. No one knew which entity managed the functioning of the teleportation gates. The only clue was that teleportation magic was more in the realm of mage research. There are many powerful space magics in arcane magic. Without the permission of a God of Magic, it would be impossible for Arcanists to achieve such feats.

"Secret Scroll!" Lynch suddenly exclaimed, realizing this possibility. The three scrolls in his possession record knowledge about magic basics, creation spells, and high-level creation capabilities, while the other two focus on spatial knowledge and the crafting of Divine Artifacts. If Dazhe possessed the space scroll, could he have the power to alter the magical rules of the world?

Lynch shook his head but soon began to nod. He himself lacked the ability to change any magical rules; at least those transformation spells were still functioning as originally intended. But it's undeniable that there is too much on the magic scrolls that he doesn't understand. Someone with great power might find the right method to accomplish such things. Didn't the Abyss Demon say earlier that the one who closed the space had at least a demigod's strength, or possibly even more? Hence, it seems he must find another method to leave.

"Hey! Human, how much longer are you going to stand here?" The Abyss Demon's voice echoed in the mage's ears as he straightened up slightly and suppressed his smile: "If you have no other matters, I think I need to serve the next passerby."

Perceiving Piffed's impatience, the mage quickly gave a slight bow, "Honorable Refining Demon, I have a question. Is there any way I can break through that spatial barrier and find the way back?"

The Abyss Demon closed his eyes, straining to recall rumors he had once heard. In the tens of thousands of years he had lived, too many important things had been buried by time, locked in solid chests deep underground. Recalling the past was a difficult task for such a creature with almost infinite lifespans, but for the sake of five blue diamonds, Piffed decided to give it a try.

After thinking for a while, the Abyss Demon suddenly clapped his hands in realization. But this action startled Lynch, who took two steps back, thinking the demon intended to attack him. Eryies placed her hand on the mage's lower back, her lips softly moving against his earlobe, saying, "Dear, don't worry, this is a common gesture from the Refining Demon."

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