Chapter 294: Bizarre Sight

Naimi Xisi strolled up to Ba Su, his fair fingers lifting his jaw that had been frozen into a block of ice.

The red‑robed mage's eyes still held the pulse of life, but that life force was steadily draining as the cold intensified.

"Do you want to live?" Juan Ce Long's whisper, like smoke, sounded in the mage's ear.

The thirst for survival made Ba Su struggle to nod, but he had already lost control of his body.

Naimi Xisi sighed softly: "Tell me everything you know about that flame and all the Nai Se relics."

The ice receded quickly under the influence of magical power, and Ba Su regained control of his head; his teeth chattered as he whispered, "It's Spellfire."

"The flame on that boy is an extremely rare power, the one I read about in the ancient Nai Se texts, called Spellfire."

"It is said that in each era only one lucky person possesses Spellfire. They can wield this wild power that originates from the primal Magic Net, turning all absorbed mana into their own strength."

Ba Su looked at the boy with resentment and greed: "Legend says it is the essence closest to Mi Si Te La—the power of Silver Fire."

Naimi Xisi's pupils narrowed, and a storm of turmoil rose in his heart.

What is Silver Fire? Most people have no understanding of the term.

Only the highest‑level mages, and top‑tier monsters like Juan Ce Long, who inherit memories as vast as smoke, truly grasp the meaning of those two characters.

It is a power granted by the Magic Net goddess Mi Si Te La to her chosen, a part of the authority representing Mi Si Te La's essence.

This so‑called Spellfire can be compared to Silver Fire?

This shows that Naimi Xisi's original conjecture was not wrong; the nature of Spellfire is far more advanced than he imagined, even comparable to his Twisted Eye, because both belong to the power of authority.

Naimi Xisi picked up a fragment of a Nai Se relic etched with ancient Rune, his voice deep as thunder: "Nai Se Rui Er's relic… When did Sai Er's red robe become interested in the ancient empire's trash? These, including that book you mentioned, where did they come from?"

Ba Su forced a hoarse laugh from his throat, his fingers nervously scratching the ground: "Trash? Ha! You bookish dragons don't understand… I dug for half a year in the Black Sea of the Ai Nuo Ao Ke Desert! The ruins were buried beneath a black sandstorm, the walls covered with light‑absorbing Rune… cough cough!"

Naimi Xisi narrowed his eyes, the icy cold on his fingertips again began to assault Ba Su's body: "Cut the bragging, get to the point. You obtained these things, then what? What else did you do?"

Ba Su's face turned purple from the cold, struggling to speak: "The altar… the Shadow Stone altar deep in the ruins! At its center was a shriveled… thing like a human eye, surrounded by reverse‑flow Rune… I only used Arcane Power to reverse the energy flow…"

Naimi Xisi released his grasp: "And then?"

Ba Su's pupils dilated, a flash of fear, as if returning to the scene: "The altar split! A black Rift… no, the void itself was torn open! Something surged out, like mist and like a living being, shooting straight into the sky… it was the power of Ying Ying Ming Jie…"

Naimi Xisi picked up a relic, examined the Rune on it: "These are the pieces you brought back from that altar?"

Ba Su nodded a bit embarrassed: "Um, I used them to decorate my living furnace; it looks more like ancient technology."

Naimi Xisi was speechless, were these just showpieces? He walked to a living furnace, gently scraped off the cracked surface, and indeed found that the stone blocks with etched Rune were merely attached shells.

He lifted several Nai Se relics to examine closely; although unfamiliar with the ancient magical empire's technology, Juan Ce Long, as a master of Conjuration, saw that many of the Rune belonged to the Conjuration domain.

The effect seemed

"Foolish," he glanced at the red‑robed mage, "what you released is not a Shadow‑realm creature… the structure of these Rune actively guides a high‑level energy, like an anchor—"

"Anchor?" Ba Su looked a bit stunned, then seemed to recall something, pursed his lips and stayed silent.

Ba Su was silent for a moment, saw the other seemed about to extend a finger to torture herself, then hurriedly said, "Since I opened that altar, my subordinates often report that across the desert, the sand dunes move on their own into strange patterns…".

Ba Su was silent for a while, seeing the other seemed about to extend a finger to torment him, he hurriedly spoke: "Since I opened that altar, my subordinates often report that across the desert, the dunes move into strange patterns…"

He whispered, "Night shadows can swallow an entire caravan, even the torchlight is devoured…"

"Also, Sha Ming, that strange bug, its appearances have become increasingly frequent lately."

"I always feel these events are linked, but I can't find evidence."

"Sha Ming?" Naimi Xisi was somewhat surprised: "Do you know what its true form is?"

Ba Su was taken aback then said, "Yes, we once tried to capture its true form but failed. It's a gigantic bug nearly a kilometer long, usually appearing only in areas where magical energy is active."

"However," he hesitated, glancing at Wu Er Mu, "I saw some records about this bug in the Nai Se ancient texts."

"It is said that it was created by the ancient Nai Se Grand Archmage, specifically to hunt and capture Spellfire bearers. Your little pet is probably…"

"So, it has lived for several thousand years?" Naimi Xisi was somewhat surprised; a Monster that has lived so long, even a pig could probably become Legendary.

"So it has lived for thousands of years?" Naimi Xisi was surprised; a monster that old, even a pig could become Legendary.

"That ruin, since I opened the altar and left, has collapsed. If you wish to go there, there's no need," Ba Su said cautiously to Naimi Xisi.

Naimi Xisi snorted coldly; if it's all just scrap metal, he certainly had no reason to go.

He lifted the magic from Ba Su, giving him two choices: submission, or immediate death.

The red‑robed mage, adept at surviving, chose the former almost without hesitation, and swore to serve the great dragon forever.

"Did you see? Wu Er Mu." Juan Ce Long moved to the boy's side, smiling: "You tried to flee this power, and what did you end up with?"

The boy lowered his head, pursed his lips, silent; he had heard all the red‑robed mage's words just now.

It turned out the power was not a curse, but a power coveted by those lofty figures.

If this is not a curse, then his adoptive parents, the shaman, and his older brother who tragically died halfway while trying to heal himself.

If this is not a curse, then what about his adoptive parents, the shaman, and the older brother who died halfway while trying to heal himself

"Ignorance is the source of misfortune; your parents, and your older brother, are just like you once were. They hope you abandon your nature and flee from this power, but what was the result?"

"Ignorance is the source of misfortune; your parents, and your older brother, were like you once—they wanted you to abandon your nature, to flee this power, but what was the result?"

Naimi Xisi said softly: "Embrace it, master it, and you will cut off the possibility of misfortune from now on."

Wu Er Mu's body trembled, his eyes reddened. Was it really all their own fault?

Perhaps the power itself is neither good nor bad; if he could better control that flame, perhaps nothing would have happened.

(End of Chapter)