The Nazca Lines.
Lu Jun’s expression was complicated. After passing through the vast wilderness, he arrived at the eye of the gigantic bird geoglyph, took out the Nazca Gem, and placed it into the sunken slot.
Click!
A faint sound echoed. The enormous geoglyph itself showed no movent.
Yet he vaguely sensed a subtle change in the force field of this region — the Nazca restriction slowly began operating. With the return of the pupil gem, the automatic enemy-locking function had been shut down.
At least the next wave of a hundred thousand monstrous birds would no longer assault the National Team of the Nine Continents.
To ordinary people, this orange wilderness seed to hold no mysteries, and they would find it utterly incomprehensible that such simple ground drawings could generate mystical power, especially when no magic arrays or formation lines were visible upon them.
But in Lu Jun’s eyes, these simple curves contained the ultimate principles of magic — only through the Summoning System’s Spirit Engraving thod could one glimpse even a fraction of it.
Their roots were not in the physical world, but in the spiritual domain — the souls of monstrous birds, colossal apes, spiders, and other demons were etched within.
As he walked across the wilderness, he carefully felt the profundities of this place, perceiving the traces of the ancients. For a fleeting mont, he seed to have returned to that era of the Inca.
At this ti, Lu Jun stood still for a long while. Behind him, his Nightmare Thunder Dream Beast absorbed the vast nourishnt of the land, and his main contracted beast completed an ascension.
The mighty lion with black-and-white fur sat solemnly, its Nightmare Domain now tinged with a dreamlike, illusory quality. A hazy realm enveloped the surroundings, countless dim and sinister wraiths nearly manifesting into reality, a chaotic dance of specters.
It stepped to Lu Jun’s side, giving a low growl of "Hrrhh~."
Seeing this, Lu Jun returned to his senses, gently stroking the Nightmare Thunder Dream Beast’s explosively powerful muscles, and said softly, "I’m fine..."
When he noticed that his summon’s Nightmare Domain had undergone a drastic transformation — faintly grasping part of the Fantasy Domain’s nature, capable of materializing real cursed specters equivalent to the Curse System’s high-level magic Ghost Punishnt — he could not help but be astonished.
He quickly reasoned that since this place was a sacred land of the Inca, combined with the subtle influence of his own Summoning System’s mastery of Spirit Engraving, such change was not surprising.
Moreover, the surging aura spilling out from the Nightmare Thunder Dream Beast firmly reached the Interdiate Commander level. One more step forward, and it would be at Commander Peak, ready to prepare for promotion into Monarch.
This single summon alone could fight independently — likely only against the British Team’s captain, Zerro, would it fall short.
Through this dreamlike return to the Inca, Lu Jun had laid down an extraordinary foundation in every aspect. Taking out any single magic system, no one could even recognize it anymore — was it Curse, Psychic, or Space System?
This kind of fundantal transformation of a magic system usually only appeared in the Super Tier realm.
Now he was gradually transcending the level of the World Tournant. The pressure from this competition among young prodigy mages was becoming smaller and smaller for him.
After all, truth be told, even without him, the Chinese Nation Team would still have won according to the established tiline — though the process would have been more difficult, more perilous, and they would have had to strategically sacrifice one or two matches to conserve strength.
But victory was still victory. At most, his addition rely reduced the chances of reversal, making the process smoother.
"Still, the Divine Seal Benediction and the worldwide fa that cos with it must be secured."
So thought Lu Jun. Then he gazed at the refreshing fields, closed his eyes quietly, and spread his sixth-realm spiritual force. With Psychic Detection and the amplification from the Nightmare Thunder Dream Beast, he swept inch by inch across the wilderness.
His return to the Nazca Lines was purposeful — not only to pay respects to the ancients, but also to search for a glass bottle.
Yes — the very sa one he had casually tossed aside when his Ti-Space Annihilation ended and he was sent back to the present.
Lu Jun intended to use this to verify certain things.
Not long after, riding his Nightmare Thunder Dream Beast, he searched the surrounding area thoroughly. At last, near the edge of the Nazca Lines, buried several ters deep within the rocky stratum, he found it.
This item had always been under his sensing — for when he discarded the bottle, he had imprinted it with multiple marks: the Faith Seal of the Psychic path, the Thousand-Mile Soul Lock of the Curse path, and even the Temporal Aura of Space magic.
Unexpectedly, after centuries had passed, all faith and curse imprints had worn away, leaving only ti’s trace — it was by this alone that he managed to locate it.
"Even the most glorious civilizations cannot withstand the erosion of ti?"
Seeing this, Lu Jun sighed in emotion. A few ters buried within rock strata was understandable — hundreds of years of crustal shifts, storms, and rain, the vicissitudes of the ages were natural.
If a few hundred more years had passed, it likely would have vanished entirely into the river of history.
Buzz, buzz, buzz!
Lu Jun traced out a constellation, black and crimson star paths weaving, while above his head the Nether opened, ghostly winds howling furiously.
From the abyss erged a black, hill-sized figure clad in white garnts — the Earth Ghost Shaman manifested, its entire body radiating apricot-yellow divine brilliance, a heavy aura of the Earth Elent pervading the air.
In the blink of an eye, the White Warden burrowed into the ground, and after only a few breaths resurfaced, carefully cradling a glass bottle in its hands.
After several centuries, the glass bottle had beco dusty and aged, its surface bearing so damage, though overall it remained intact.
This bottle was sothing Lu Jun had ticulously chosen — forged from special materials, extrely durable and corrosion-resistant.
Even so, for it to have survived centuries without being crushed by natural disasters, magical battles, or being picked up by others was already extraordinarily fortunate.
Lu Jun speculated that part of it was also due to the Nazca Lines being a sacred site of the South Arican indigenous people — none dared to disturb it, thus the likelihood of accidents had been minimized to the extre.
Huuuu~
He blew gently, and a fresh breeze swept across. The glass bottle instantly regained its pristine state, spotless and immaculate.
Imdiately, Lu Jun’s gaze sharpened. Inside the bottle flowed a silvery, dazzling liquid — the Ti Liquid!
"Did it succeed?"
Lu Jun sighed with emotion. The bottle he had casually tossed had not only contained several Lifan Flowers, but also had been infused with a considerable amount of ti-space energy.
After centuries of ferntation, it had finally beco a portion of Ti Liquid.
Although the quantity was small, not even half of Mo Fan’s, it was nevertheless a supre material. Crafted into a special elixir and refined by his rmaid, it would greatly increase her potential and hasten her cultivation speed.
Just like Mo Fan’s Little Fla Belle, who needed multiple chances and fortunes to transcend her species.
"My Nightmare Thunder Dream Beast is already at Interdiate Commander, but my Little rmaid is still only a Small Commander. I can’t be partial — Summoned Beasts aren’t as privileged as Dinsional Beasts, who can I even complain to?"
Lu Jun muttered inwardly as he stored away this portion of Ti Liquid. Not to ntion, if true danger arose, he could directly feed it to his Little rmaid— allowing her to temporarily evolve into a rmaid Queen. Combined with his God-Ascending State, he could fight even against a Great Monarch.
"Does this count as interfering with ti and space? Then why am I not allowed to take another step further?"
Having achieved his goal, Lu Jun stood silently at the edge of the Nazca Lines before departing, his heart restless and unsettled.
He seed to sink into an indescribable state of mind. Suddenly, he drew out the Heaven-and-Earth Stone and stared at it intently.
Lu Jun raised the nine-orificed divine stone with his left hand. With his right hand forming a phantom grip, the azure-blue star river of his Psychic world shone brilliantly, the Lifan Flower mark blood, the power of Fantasy surged forth, condensing into an illusory blade.
Crack!
In the next mont, Lu Jun struck down. In reality, the Heaven-and-Earth Stone’s pale cyan and earthy crystalline surface showed not the slightest change — yet in the void realm, a crisp sound rang out.
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