Versatile Mage: I have 999 talents!

As the smoke and dust cleared, Wang Feng hovered in mid-air, looking down at the devastation below.

The once bustling city of Lanyang is now nothing but ruins, with a few high-rise buildings that haven't completely collapsed standing crookedly in the murky sea like tombstones.

Car wrecks and furniture fragments bobbed with the waves, and occasionally a few signs bearing the words "Welcome to Lanyang" could be seen floating on the water.

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Wang Feng sighed softly, and the characteristics of his dragon transformation gradually faded away.

He raised his hand and caught a piece of charred document that fell to the ground; the paper turned to ash at his fingertips.

"Anyway, the residents have all been evacuated," he muttered to himself, as if trying to reassure himself, but then suddenly frowned. "Wait—"

What will happen to the core of Lanyang?!

A vast amount of spiritual power poured out like a tide, instantly covering the entire ruined sea area.

The underwater reinforced concrete and the broken magical pipes are clearly visible in the mental vision.

"Thankfully, the entrance is fine."

A flash of silver light, and Wang Feng found himself in the heart of Lanyang—a vast natural cavern.

Although an Emperor-level battle was taking place above, the tens of meters thick rock layer protected the area well.

Throughout the entire subterranean space, all the defensive barriers set up by the Lanyang family have been destroyed, and various array runes are scattered all over the ground.

However, the structure of the Earth's core itself has not been damaged; the stalactites at the top of the cave are still dripping water, and the geothermal hot springs are still flowing.

"Let it be destroyed, that's good, I don't need to lift a finger."

Wang Feng stepped into the heart of Lanyang. The damp rocks beneath his feet shimmered with a faint blue light, and the air was filled with the rich scent of water.

The structure here is very similar to the Holy Spring in Bo City. Both are naturally formed sacred cultivation grounds that can accelerate the condensation of a mage's magical power and even increase the success rate of breaking through bottlenecks.

However, for Wang Feng, who had already entered the realm of forbidden spells, this level of energy concentration was nothing more than slightly warmer spring water.

He plunged into the central pool, the icy water instantly enveloping his entire body, but soon, as he descended deeper, the water temperature gradually rose.

At first, the pool entrance was narrow, allowing only one person to pass at a time, but as one ventured deeper, the surrounding rock walls gradually extended to both sides, and the view suddenly opened up—

This is no longer a small pond.

The world before my eyes suddenly expanded, as if I were in a vast underground ocean.

The towering rock walls stretch out like the spine of a dragon, winding into the darkness beyond the reach of sight.

Bioluminescent algae grow on the bottom of the water, their pale blue fluorescence shimmering in the darkness like stars adorning the night sky.

As you continue to descend, the surrounding rock walls begin to shrink inward, eventually forming a huge lava pool at the depths.

The liquid in the pool was not ordinary water, but a scalding reddish-brown lava, which churned and spewed out, releasing astonishing heat.

The entire pool was bathed in a crimson glow, blurring the line between water and fire. Fiery steam rose from the water, creating a hazy mist.

What's most impressive is the feathers that cover the bottom of the pool.

These are not ordinary feathers; each one radiates a fiery light, like flowing lava.

As the water flowed, these feathers swayed gently, rising and falling slowly as if they were alive.

The smallest downy feathers are the size of an adult's palm, while the main feathers in the center of the pool are as large as banana leaves, displaying magnificent colors such as emerald red, blue jade red, sunset red, and purple moon red, shimmering and breathtakingly beautiful.

"The remaining feathers of the Sacred Vermilion Bird..."

He slowly reached out and scooped up a floating feather.

Even through the magical barrier, the scorching temperature still made his palms slightly hot. The patterns on the feathers were exquisite and ancient, each line like an imprint of flame, containing pure fire elemental power.

I hope you're still around.

Wang Feng spoke softly, his voice echoing in the silent depths of the earth.

He slowly raised his hand, and a milky white star trail appeared behind him, with soft light flowing from his palm—this was a healing magic that he hadn't used in a long time.

"The Replication of Healing."

A familiar warmth welled up in my heart, and a milky white halo spread like ripples on water, gently covering the holy feathers at the bottom of the pool.

In an instant, the fiery red feathers trembled slightly, as if in response to his call.

【Soul of Vermilion Bird】: (Sealed) It can only be unsealed after a contract is formed.

"It's done!"

His eyes flashed, and without hesitation, he handed over the fourth contract position in the spiritual universe to the Holy Feather Vermilion Bird.

In an instant, the previously dormant Vermilion Bird soul suddenly awakened, and a raging fire ignited in his spiritual world!
"Qiang——!!"

A clear, melodious cry resounded through the soul, and from within the blazing flames, a colossal figure spread its wings—wings that blotted out the sky and sun, each feather burning with an inextinguishable holy fire, as if the lord of the Feathered Clan had descended, majestic and sacred!
But the next second.
"Chirp~"

Wang Feng: "."

Within the spiritual world, the once majestic Vermilion Bird soul had transformed into a palm-sized, crimson-gold bird with fluffy down, round eyes, tilting its head to look at him, and even hopping around a couple of times.

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Wang Feng was silent for a moment, then sighed and rubbed his forehead: "Never mind, I should have thought of that sooner."

When Azure Dragon was young, it was a small dragon; when White Tiger made its contract, it was a kitten; when Black Tortoise first awakened, it was just a little turtle; and now Vermilion Bird has become a chick. It doesn't seem surprising at all.

He skillfully took out a commander-level essence from the spatial artifact and shook it between his fingers.

"Chirp chirp!" The little chick Zhuque's eyes lit up immediately. It flapped its little wings and flew over, swallowed the essence in one gulp, then let out a satisfied burp and spat out a wisp of flame.

Like its second brother (White Tiger) and third brother (Black Tortoise), the little guy, having eaten and drunk his fill, curled up into a ball of fur and fell fast asleep in Wang Feng's contract space.

"Alright, another one to raise."

Wang Feng shook his head helplessly, but a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"For Suzaku to truly be resurrected, it needs an egg that can house it..."

"Why don't we revive the Chongming Bird and let it hatch an egg with the Moon Moth Phoenix?"

……

After completing the gathering of the Vermilion Bird's soul, Wang Feng continued to descend until he reached the bottom of the pool, where the scenery was completely different from that above.

The rocky crust at the bottom of the pool presents a primitive and rugged beauty, with countless cracks of varying sizes spreading like the veins of the earth, from alley-like crevices to huge canyon-like fissures.

As he went deeper, a scorching heat rushed towards him.

As the gaze extends downwards, a red light, like the rising sun on the horizon, is revealed in the depths—a magnificent arc of light, as if the dawn of the underground world has broken.

At the bottom is a huge void, comparable in size to a city, with an oval red dome like a canopy, enveloping this mysterious space.

At the heart of this magnificent landscape, the Core of Earthly Fire quietly radiates its light, like a miniature sun.

"Hmm, why not take it? It's a waste to keep it. Take it with me!"
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(End of this chapter)