"Here, the ancient battlefield you wanted to see. It’s a good thing my mother marked this place, and I know the way... Hurry up. We’ll all be ready soon. How can you be so unhurried about your own wedding? I’ll wait for you at the entrance, just call when you’re ready."
Deep in the vastness of Sema Snow Mountain, Dalilulu led the way to the Northern Border North Shore, also known as the Phoenix Species’ battleground against the Chaos Species of the Southern Heavenly Constellation. Dalilulu’s mother had left nurous maps of the area when she left the tribe, but had not left the route to the Wutong Tree.
Fisher took a deep breath and, stepping on the thick Frost Snow, reached the mountain Dalilulu had pointed to. Looking into the distance, although the view was covered with heavy frost and snow, Fisher could imdiately discern the great changes in the landscape.
Countless peaks had been uprooted from the ground, hovering in the chaos of space; to the minuscule figure of Fisher, a human, they appeared as if an ant gazing et the use of High Ring Magic by humans: the terrifying sense of fragntation spread unchecked, even the ocean could not resist. One could see on the distant frozen sea surface, which was very close to the shore, suddenly massive black patches that could be called the Abyss were exposed.
Alone, he looked at the ancient battlefield that had not changed its appearance despite the long passage of ti, and then slowly sat down. In his hands, he held a small stack of parchnt filled with various magical rune patterns, except the Emblems on them did not light up as usual.
These were Fisher’s failed attempts at engraving Double Ring Head Magic within the day. It was hard to believe that with his current level of Magic Theory and Magic Power, he could still fail at engraving magic, a feeling he had not tasted in a very long ti. He squinted his eyes and looked down at the delicate, yet dim, Thunder and Destruction Double Ring Head on the paper, and sighed, scattering all the sheets in his hand.
The breeze scattered the papers until they disappeared completely into the vast expanse of white snow.
"Fisher, your teacher was successful. Why don’t you study his soul? Perhaps you’ll uncover many secrets..."
"Or implant it..."
Fisher closed his eyes, the crazy Whispers around him not disturbing his contemplation. Researching magic usually progresses very slowly, especially for magic that could rival Mythical Rank, like High Ring Magic. It wouldn’t be surprising to study it for several decades; even Mr. Helsen only grasped Double Ring Head Magic during his world travels after turning one hundred years old, and this established his status as the foremost master of contemporary magic.
Helsen called himself a "genius of magic" and believed he was not far from the so-called Double Ring Magic. However, finding the opportunity to grasp it amidst the chase with Erwin and the gaps in nurous other matters was too difficult for him. He couldn’t prepare this difficult magic before entering the Wutong Tree.
"Are you ready? Hey, why are you humans littering... Never mind, let’s hurry back. The Phoenix Bloodline is waiting for you to change her dress. Aiyo, marrying off the girls of other races is like the wedding dream of our race’s n..."
"Dream?"
Dalilulu impatiently walked forward, prepared to take the contemplative Fisher away, but upon hearing her words, Fisher suddenly rembered sothing. He gently took out the pendant that Valentina had given him, which softly flickered with a pink glow; it still bore a Seven-Ring Magic with "Dream" as the Ring Head.
"Dream" Ring Head could pull an individual’s soul into the Gap between the world and the Spirit Realm, where the rules of Dalasgon were upheld, and the soul took a leading role. Coincidentally, Erwin’s soul was his weak point, while Fisher’s strength lay in his own soul. Although Fisher’s strength was just around Thirteen Rank, compared to a life that had just reached the Twelfth Rank, his odds were definitely higher!
But now he faced two problems: first, the magic on this pendant was only Seven Ring, which ant he could resist being pulled if he resisted on that night. Erwin could undoubtedly do the sa, so he needed to design a sufficiently powerful spell with "Dream" as the Ring Head to force Erwin into the Gap.
Second, once in the Gap, he needed to consider how to defeat him there. It was possible to construct items in the Gap, but it would consu a great deal of Magic Power. Creating relics and magical effects directly would seriously deplete him, a case of injuring the enemy by eight hundred but hurting oneself by a thousand. He needed to find other thods to deal with Erwin.
Regardless, as Fisher looked at the pendant in his hand swaying gently with the breeze, he stood up excitedly. This ant that he now had another ans to consider besides the Death Rune.
All these thoughts ran through Fisher’s mind, but Dalilulu standing behind him knew nothing of it. She just watched Fisher as if entranced, one mont staring lancholically into the distance at the ancient battlefield, and the next suddenly standing up excitedly with the pendant in his hand.
"What in the world is going on?"
Emhardt flew over to Dalilulu, squinting his eyes. Although he had a rough idea of what Fisher was pondering, he still sneakily glanced at Fisher’s back, and only after confirming that he was still deep in thought and completely unaware of their conversation, did he quietly say to Dalilulu,
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