Versatile Mage: Angel of Time, but Emperor of Every Moment

Chapter 231 Using the soul as soil and life as nourishment

"Clearance complete."

Yuri stood there, stunned, his pupils reflecting the completely transformed city of flowers. The once eerie and terrifying streets and buildings were now entirely covered by the eerie resurrection flowers, each petal swaying gently and emitting a ghostly blue light.

A gentle breeze rippled across the sea of ​​flowers. The whispers of the dead echoed among the blossoms, a strange resonance between spirit and soul.

That poignant yet cruel melody is so captivating that it draws you in irresistibly.
"Do you know the meaning of the Resurrection Flower?" An Jing turned his head and looked at Yuri with great pleasure.

The entire city's worth of resurrection flowers was enough to bring his spiritual power to the sixteenth realm! It has to be said, it really does prove the saying that there are surprises everywhere outside!

Yuri stared at the swaying resurrection flowers at his feet, his fingertips unconsciously tracing the edges of the petals. The moment he touched those translucent petals, phantom images of the faces of the deceased appeared.

“Both magnificent and cruel,” she whispered, her voice trembling with an almost pious intensity. “The soul is the soil, and life is the nourishment. Beneath every blooming flower of resurrection lies a soul that can never be reincarnated.”

As the night breeze swept through the sea of ​​flowers, countless faces appeared and disappeared among the blossoms. Yuri suddenly withdrew his hand, and the phantoms instantly shattered into blue specks of light, vanishing into the wind.

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An Jing's expression froze for a rare moment, his eyebrows slightly raised. He had only intended to use this morbid joke to lighten the atmosphere after the massacre, but he hadn't expected to receive such a philosophical response.

"Tsk," he rubbed his temples with amusement, "While I was killing and setting fires, you were contemplating the philosophy of life and death on the sidelines?" His tone carried a hint of unexpected helplessness, and even the surging soul fire behind him swayed slightly, as if he too was bewildered by this conversation.

"Isn't that right?" Yuri suddenly tilted her head and asked, enunciating each word clearly. Her eyes were pure to the point of innocence, as if the philosophical reflections she had just made had not come from her at all.

In An Jing's mind, Yuri was the kind of guy who would start a fight at the drop of a hat, and who completely used magic instead of his brain. If there was any problem, he would go and talk to my three forbidden spells!
It's truly remarkable that Yuri could say such things now.

It's like Mo Fan suddenly started to enjoy using his brain, or Zhao Manyan gave up his hobby of chasing girls and became focused on one thing.

The contrast is quite strong.

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An Jing's lips twitched—this guy could actually ask such a philosophical question with such an innocent expression. He opened his mouth, but in the end just waved his hand irritably: "...Fine, let's call it a day."

The soul fire behind him flickered restlessly twice, as if silently complaining about the bizarre turn of events in the conversation.

"Oh." Yuri nodded obediently, a hint of smugness flashing in his eyes.

Although he didn't understand the situation at all, judging from An Jing's frustrated expression, his words that he had memorized from the ancient books of the Holy City had obviously had an unexpected effect.

She secretly touched the "Sacred City Philosophical Sayings" hidden in her sleeve, thinking that the secondhand book she bought for five copper coins was really a bargain. The night wind swirled the petals of the Resurrection Flower past her feet, and Yuri tried hard to maintain a serious expression, afraid of revealing the little bit of excitement in her heart.

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About half an hour later.

An Jing had absorbed all the soul power of the entire flower sea, and as he had predicted, his spiritual power had reached the sixteenth realm! Even his vision and other aspects had seen a leap in improvement! "I never expected this Soul-Returning Flower to have such great effects. If this thing were put up for auction, it could probably fetch an astronomical price in no time."

Yuri held the flower with a faint blue glow, glancing hesitantly at Nan, who was squatting to the side, idly fiddling with the withered petals with his paws.

Demons who have cultivated to the Emperor level are born with spiritual power of the ninth realm or above. These few flowers are probably not even enough to fill a tooth gap for them.

“These things cannot be taken away. They will dissipate on their own after dawn and return to the world.” An Jing shook his head, calmly extinguishing Yuri’s idea.

Hearing An Jing's words, Yuri simply stopped thinking about it. The spatial ripples that swirled around her fingertips gradually subsided, and she simply put those chaotic thoughts behind her.

Her spatial cultivation had long ago touched the threshold of a semi-forbidden spell, but she was always just one step short.

The ethereal blue light of the Resurrection Flower illuminated her delicate profile, and the spatial laws flowing within the petals resonated within the magic power within her.

She casually found a corner with her back against the broken wall and sat down, crossing her long legs and holding the eerie flower in her palms.

Yuri glanced at An Jing's retreating figure, but didn't speak. At this point, everyone had a tacit understanding, even without explanation.
They will both know what the other is going to do.

Immediately afterwards, the Resurrection Flower suddenly decomposed into countless blue light spots, which coiled around her arm and spiraled upwards like a galaxy.

The surrounding space began to distort, and the faint cracking sound of dimensional walls being torn apart could be heard. Yuri closed her eyes, letting this power wash over her magical circuits. This time, she was finally going to cross the boundary that had troubled her for so many years.

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"Tsk"

He narrowed his scarlet vertical pupils, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the bone blade at his waist.

He watched as the spatial fluctuations around Yuri grew increasingly intense, his Adam's apple bobbing involuntarily. The eerie blue energy of the Resurrection Flower was coursing through her skin, each flicker creating spiderweb-like cracks in the surrounding air.

"Judging from this, he's probably about to break through." Nan leaned against the broken wall with his arms crossed, speaking in a very calm tone.

An Jing gazed at Yuri, who was enveloped in spatial turbulence, and a gratified smile appeared on his lips: "Senior Yuri's talent is extremely high. What she has lacked all these years is simply the resources to match her potential."

The surrounding rubble began to float against gravity, silently annihilating in the pale blue halo.

An Jing raised his hand and set up a barrier to completely seal off the scattered spatial fluctuations: "Now that she's following me, I'll naturally make her sharp sword fully unsharpened."

"No! What I really want to say is, if we break through at this crucial juncture, will it attract those guys hiding in the shadows?" Nan lowered his voice and began to look around.

The shadows around him gradually distorted, and unnatural writhing movements quietly arose in the dark places disturbed by spatial fluctuations. The scales on the back of his neck all stood up—an instinct he had developed in the deep sea, a warning against predators above him.

P.S.: Chapter 1 is here!!!
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