Versatile Mage: I have 999 talents!

Chapter 228 Daji Goes on an Outing, Wang Feng Returns Home

half a month later.

Lead-gray clouds hung low, and the howling wind on the wasteland whipped up fine sand and gravel.

Wang Feng stood before the crowd, his black robes fluttering in the wind.

"Are you all ready?"

He turned his head to look at Feng Zhoulong and his group behind him.

Scientists have long since switched back to modern attire, making them seem out of place in this ancient era.

“Let’s begin.” Feng Zhoulong pushed up his glasses, the lenses reflecting the dim light of the day. “There isn’t even a decent laboratory in this era. If we stay any longer, I’ll start to mix up the data for my research project.”

Shaka, standing beside Wang Feng, nodded slightly.

After half a month of intensive study with Wang Feng, the girl's naivety faded, replaced by a touch of charm and maturity.

Her violet eyes held a gentle yet firm light: "I'm ready, teacher~"

Wang Feng took a deep breath. The ancient wind, carrying the scent of grass and trees, filled his lungs, and he slowly took out the Eye of Time. The amber-colored stone eye shimmered in his palm, as if echoing the pulse of time.

"Then let's get started!"

"The Dark River!"

As he uttered the incantation, Wang Feng raised his arms high.

Dark electric sparks crisscrossed and intertwined between his ten fingers, twisting and expanding like living things.

In an instant, a dark void rift tore open above everyone's heads, and a surging dark river roared and surged, like the River Styx pouring into the sky from above.

"The Eye of Time, the River of Time!"

Suddenly, the stone eye emitted a blinding blue light, shooting straight into the surging darkness.

The moment the two forces collided, the entire space trembled violently. The dark river, like ice and snow thrown into boiling oil, boiled violently with a piercing hiss.

Just as the darkness was about to dissipate, Wang Feng suddenly glimpsed countless fragments of memories emerging from the depths of the long river.

Shaka defends against Su Lu and Apollo at Zhenbei Pass, Feng Zhoulong records data by the campfire, and personally creates an angel soul embryo. All the scenes are distorted and shattered in the blue light.

The blinding white light swallowed all senses.

Everyone felt a sudden loss of weight, as if they were being thrown into a rolling die.

In the last moment before losing consciousness, Shaka felt her hand being held warmly and firmly.

……

Jade Fox Palace

A wisp of smoke curled from the gilded incense burner, and Daji leaned against a white jade couch, her nine fluffy fox tails spreading out like clouds.

Suddenly her fox ears twitched slightly, as if she had remembered something important.

"Oh dear," she exclaimed softly, and pulled an ancient sword from the tip of her fluffy tail.

The sword was simple and unadorned, yet it faintly exuded an aura of iron-blooded ruthlessness; it was the Tai'a sword entrusted to him by the King of Qin.

"The sword that Ah Zheng entrusted to him, he actually forgot to give to that young man."

Her slender fingers traced the sword's markings, and Daji's red lips curved slightly upward.

Having not set foot in the mortal world for a thousand years, this is a good excuse to travel among humans.

She gracefully spun her waist and stepped off the jade couch, her delicate hand flicking the jade belt at her waist.

The hazy gauze dress slid down like flowing water, piling up into clouds on the moonstone ground.

Her graceful figure was reflected in the mirror, her fair skin shimmering like pearls under the palace lanterns.

"It's not bad looking~" She winked at the person in the mirror.

With a wave of her hand, a crimson Han-style dress appeared out of thin air.

The flowing, wide-sleeved dress covered her graceful curves in layers, yet it couldn't conceal her charming and alluring demeanor.

"I've heard that women in the mortal world dress in all sorts of strange and unusual ways these days." She lightly touched her lips with her fingertip, then suddenly smiled and said, "Well, when in Rome, do as the Romans do."

Just as they were about to move, the beaded curtain of the palace door rustled softly.

A pure white nine-tailed fox bowed respectfully: "Teacher, are you going on a long journey?"

"Go deliver a little trinket," Daji said, twirling a strand of hair with her jade-like fingers. "And you guard the palace for me." "Disciple obeys." The white fox bowed his head, and when he looked up again, only a faint fragrance remained in the hall.

……

On the ruins of Dubai, the scorching sun beats down on the crumbling walls.

Suddenly, a blinding white light tore through the sky, as if a god had cleaved the heavens with a sword.

Amidst the light, several figures staggered to the ground, followed closely by a majestic, golden Titan, its ancient sun god runes radiating intense light.

"We're back?" Feng Zhoulong leaned against a broken concrete wall, the dizziness making him almost unable to stand.

The blinding sunlight made him squint, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether it was the blazing sun of the desert or the afterglow of time travel.

Wang Feng closed his eyes and concentrated, his senses spreading like a tide.

The outline of the holy city, the aura of the abyss, the contract of a fleeting moment.

A long-lost smile appeared on his lips.

"Well, I'm back."

As he looked up at the azure sky, he suddenly felt a jolt.

In the direction of the Holy City, he sensed a vast, star-like power of faith.

That immense power of will is like a sleeping dragon, accumulating over countless centuries in the long river of time, waiting to be awakened.

"Such immense power of faith should be enough to fill the sea of ​​stars and help me break through the forbidden spell, right?" he murmured to himself.

The power of faith accumulated during the ancient king's era, if placed on an ordinary mage, would probably be enough for a dozen super-level fully-cultivated cultivators to break through forbidden spells.

However, for Wang Feng, that energy merely expanded his star sea several times over.

Upon introspection, he realized that his star sea had already surpassed the scale of a typical forbidden spell mage's "star universe".

That vast and boundless energy space was as immense as the real universe, with stars twinkling and swirling within it, radiating a terrifying pressure.

But strangely—

This vast star sea, enough to leave any mage speechless, still shows no signs of reaching saturation.

Like a bottomless pit, it is forever thirsty, as if waiting for more and stronger energy to be injected.

"Could it be that fusing twenty elements requires twenty times the energy to break through to the forbidden spell?"

"Forget it, it's come to this now, let's go home."

……

Dusk was falling inside the Wang Family Manor's seaside villa.

Jiang Shaoxu leaned against the French windows, her slender fingers unconsciously tapping the glass. In the distance, the sea surged with waves, much like her restless emotions.

"It's been half a year, and that heartless guy hasn't sent a single message back." She murmured to herself, her fingertips tracing a blurry outline on the window.

"Maybe she's met an even prettier little fairy and is so happy she doesn't want to leave~" Ai Tutu squeezed the rabbit doll in her arms until it was deformed, her cherry lips pouting so much they could hang an oil bottle.

She spoke in a deliberately light tone, but couldn't hide the loneliness in her eyes.

Ding Yumin didn't speak, but just stared quietly at the black tea on the coffee table, which had long since gone cold, the water reflecting her dim eyes.

They knew better than anyone that along with Wang Feng, the entire city of Dubai had vanished.

"Sigh~" The three women sighed in unison.

"My beloved concubines, are you worried about me?"

A familiar voice suddenly rang out, tinged with a hint of mockery. The doll in Ai Tutu's hands fell to the ground with a "thud," and she whirled around—

"Brother Wang Feng!!"

The girl tumbled off the sofa like a startled rabbit, but transformed into a joyful lark in the next second.

She ran barefoot towards him, and when she was three steps away from Wang Feng, she leaped up and clung to him.

"You're finally back."

She buried her face deeply in Wang Feng's neck, her voice muffled, carrying a mixture of grievance and joy, like a little animal finally waiting for its master to return home.

"Sorry, I'm late."

(End of this chapter)