Chapter 194

Using the Eye of Space to scan the surroundings, he indeed discovered a soul.

It was clinging to a fragment of a wooden board.

He casually collected it into his space.

The old head monk's soul, acquired.

"In my opinion, we should call the police."

Akaso Kaze did not intend to handle this matter.

This old lecher deserved to die.

In the Soul Space, the old head monk's soul was instantly furious.

Sizzle.

Magic Absorption is just so satisfying.

Leaving the temple, the two walked along the mountain road with umbrellas, looking less like they were there to exorcise demons and more like they were on an outing.

Above the cliffs, the cherry blossom trees looked somewhat eerie under the moonlight.

A gust of wind blew, and pink cherry blossom petals danced in the air, drifting into the shimmering silver water, then flowing downstream along the rushing torrent of the waterfall.

This poetic scenery created a strange atmosphere between the two.

Passing through the small cherry blossom forest, further in was just ordinary mountain woods.

In this lush forest, the streams gradually became gloomy, and the slopes grew steep.

This was an area ordinary tourists rarely ventured into, as there was truly nothing to admire here.

A repressive, gloomy atmosphere surrounded the place, and the damp air made one's skin feel uncomfortable.

Coupled with the legend of the Mist Tengu at San-ni Temple, which hinted that a terrifying creature lurked in these remote mountains, ordinary people dared not risk entering.

Of course, except for those who styled themselves as "explorers."

Ever since the news of the Mist Tengu's appearance spread, many people had entered this mountainous area out of curiosity.

In fact, deep down, the vast majority of those who dared to take the risk did not believe in its existence.

In this era of rapid technological development, humanity's awe of nature was gradually diminishing.

Without sufficient awe, they naturally dared to take risks and enjoyed doing so.

However, even under the light, shadows would still grow.

If they knew that some strange creature like the Mist Tengu truly existed in the depths of the dense forests on these peaks, perhaps their "professional spirit" would vanish.

"Akako, do you mages not have a Prediction Spell?" Akaso Kaze asked.

He was a bit curious.

Logically, if he could learn a Prediction Spell, it meant other mages should be able to as well.

Why did it seem from Koizumi Akako's tone that no one knew how?

"I heard that before the Age of Magic's End, there were, but that kind of magic requires a great deal of magic power."

"Given the current level of magic power in the world, even after decades of cultivation, a mage with sufficient magic power cannot do it, so everyone relies on magic tools to perform divination or prediction."

"I used to have a mirror that could be used to divine a general location, but for some reason, it shattered."

"I came to catch the Mist Tengu this time to refine a crystal ball."

"The mist on the Mist Tengu can refract scenes from afar; it is the main material for refining a crystal ball."

Akaso Kaze frowned.

Is the Prediction Spell that difficult?

Then how did I manage to do it?

I didn't feel any strain at all when casting it.

"By the way, there is a rumor among mages recently."

Koizumi Akako suddenly remembered something.

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"If one can cultivate both soul and space magic simultaneously, one can open a Soul Space, connect to another world, and thereby obtain a constant stream of magic power."

"For such a mage, casting a Prediction Spell is as simple as eating."

"If only I had that kind of ability."

Halfway through her sentence, Koizumi Akako suddenly froze.

She remembered that her magic mirror had shattered quite strangely at the time.

It looked very much like it had been burst by magic power.

Koizumi Akako quickly shook her head again.

How could that be?

A mage capable of bursting a magic mirror would have to be at least an intermediate mage.

The number of intermediate mages in the entire world could be counted on one's fingers.

They were all old and ugly; where would one find someone who could make the magic mirror call them handsome?

The surroundings were heavy with rain.

In the stream beneath the cliff.

A mass of something like mist slowly floated on the water's surface; if one didn't look closely, it looked just like a ball of cotton.

The cotton drifted slowly toward the riverbank.

Rainwater dripped from the sky, but upon hitting the cotton, the water disappeared, while the cotton's size slowly expanded as it was rained upon, growing larger and larger.

In the curtain of rain, the cotton grew hands like a human's and hind legs like a dog's.

As the mist gathered, a hideous head appeared, with a nose like a long spear and two eye sockets shining with blood-red light.

Suddenly, the monster's mouth opened, sucking in the surrounding falling raindrops in one gulp.

Its form expanded once more, a beast-like roar issued from its mouth, a pair of short, misty wings grew from its back, and with a spring of its limbs, it flew into the air.

Deep in the forest, the birds and beasts that had been lively during the day fell silent in an instant, then huddled in their nests, shivering. ===== CHAPTER 196 =====