Versatile Mage: Get the Desert Emperor clone at the start

Chapter 135 The Whirlpool, the Mysterious Ancient City
Uriel and his companions did not understand this power. Although it enhanced the mage's power, it did not belong to the magical system permitted by the "Heavenly Father".

So they temporarily allowed a few people to conduct experiments and explorations.

Whether it can truly be transformed into a power they can perfectly utilize is another matter to consider.

Archangel Raphael also tried to borrow the power of the Void Worms, but no matter what he did, none of the worm eggs reacted.

The Void Worms are willing to possess mages whose power matches their own.

They're not stupid. Once they leave the insect eggs and live in symbiosis with humans, they lose the protection of the eggs. If the opponent is too powerful, they can use their strength to kill them from the inside.

The Holy City's crisis with the Void seems to have been resolved, but an even greater crisis lies ahead.
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Magic City.

Qin Xiaonan stood on the rooftop of a high-rise building, a wisp of golden "flame" dancing on her fingertips.

This flame-like shape is the effect of his fusion with the Soul Seed "Shattered Gold," flowing like liquid gold and bursting out with tiny golden starlight.

"The fusion is perfect." Mu Nujiao rested her chin on her hands, the moonlight shining through the French windows onto her delicate profile, gilding her with a soft silver glow.

She gazed at the golden "flame" dancing on Qin Xiaonan's fingertips, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction. "We're leaving tomorrow, so get some rest today."

Qin Xiaonan walked to Mu Nujiao's side and gently pulled her into her arms.

The faint scent of gardenias emanating from Mu Nujiao lingered in his nostrils, causing him to unconsciously tighten his arms around her.

"Okay, get some rest." He looked down at the fair face of the person in his arms, Mu Nujiao's clear eyes, like autumn water, were looking at him with a smile.

After establishing their relationship, Qin Xiaonan moved directly into Mu Nujiao's room on the second floor.

He swept Mu Nujiao up in his arms, causing her to let out a soft gasp.

"Stop fooling around," Mu Nujiao gently punched his shoulder, a faint blush rising on her face. "You have a mission to carry out tomorrow."

Qin Xiaonan lowered her head and kissed her forehead, a mischievous smile playing on her lips: "It's okay, it won't affect anything."

His voice was deep and gentle, with a touch of alluring magnetism.

Mu Nujiao wanted to say something, but he sealed her lips with a kiss.

Under the moonlight, the two figures intertwined on the wall, creating a touching silhouette.

A gentle night breeze lifted the curtains, bringing with it the fragrance of the night and adding a touch of romance to this beautiful evening.

Outside the window, the neon lights of Shanghai still flickered, but in this warm room, they all just wanted to immerse themselves in this rare warmth.

As dawn broke, Qin Xiaonan and her two companions officially entered the Taklamakan Desert.

The scorching sun poured down, baking the boundless yellow sand until it was scalding hot. Heat waves twisted and rose in the distance, forming illusory mirages.

Lingling wore a wide-brimmed sun hat, her little face was sunburned red, but she still stubbornly walked in front.

Qing Ninghua transformed into a charming woman wearing a dark green, high-slit cheongsam, her slender legs faintly visible beneath the light gauze.

A jade hairpin adorned her exquisite updo, swaying gently with each step and reflecting a mesmerizing halo in the sunlight.

Shortly after the three of them ventured deeper into the desert, a group of people suddenly emerged from behind a sand dune ahead.

The burly man at the head of the group was shirtless, his bronze muscles covered in scars. Behind him followed seven or eight equally ferocious hunters, each exuding a strong stench of blood.

"Hey, which rich kid brought his girlfriend on vacation?" The burly man grinned, revealing a gold-plated front tooth, his gaze roaming brazenly over Qing Ning. His teammates behind him let out lewd laughter, and some even whistled.

A cold glint flashed in Qing Ning's eyes, but her face still wore a charming smile.

She gracefully waved her round fan, her red lips slightly parted: "This man is quite imposing!"

“Kid, listen to my advice.” The burly man stepped forward, his body emitting a strong stench of sweat mixed with the smell of blood. “The Lop Nur region has been experiencing spatial disturbances lately; it just swallowed a hunting team yesterday.” He glanced contemptuously at Lingling. “With your setup—and a little girl with you—you’d probably be nothing but bones.”

Upon hearing this, Lingling ripped off her sun hat, revealing her bright, lively eyes: "Are you leaving already? You cowards! Are you afraid to go any further?"

These words struck the hunters like a knife to their sore spots.

They were indeed forced to retreat in a sorry state because they encountered a space storm and lost several teammates.

The burly man's face instantly darkened: "You little brat, you're asking for it!"

Just as he reached out to grab Lingling, a dark green figure appeared like a ghost.

Qingning's cheongsam hem fluttered, her long, beautiful legs tracing graceful arcs in the air—"Bang!"

Before anyone could even see her move, the burly man and several hunters in the front row were sent flying like broken sacks, crashing heavily onto the sand more than ten meters away.

Qing Ning landed gracefully, her fan lightly covering her red lips: "Oops, my hand slipped~"

Then, a powerful aura erupted from Qing Ning, and they knew that this charming woman was not to be trifled with. Their arrogant demeanor vanished instantly.

Trembling, they helped their unconscious companion to his feet and fled without looking back.

The three continued their journey into the heart of the desert, where the surrounding scenery became increasingly bizarre and strange.

The scorching air suddenly turned chilly, and shimmering silver crystal fragments began to appear mixed in with the golden sand. These fragments, like pieces of starlight, were scattered everywhere, refracting a mesmerizing seven-colored halo under the blazing sun.

Lingling crouched down and carefully picked up a crystal.

The fragment trembled slightly in her palm, emitting a crisp buzzing sound. "This is... a fragment of a space-attribute spirit stone," her childish voice held an unusual seriousness, "and its purity is so high!"

Qingning's fox ears suddenly stood up, and the phantom images of nine tails swayed uneasily behind her.

"Something's wrong," she said, her red lips parting slightly, her tone wary.

Before the words were even finished, the entire desert suddenly trembled violently!
On the distant horizon, a huge vortex with a diameter of nearly 100 meters appeared out of thin air.

The sand grains at the center of the vortex mysteriously floated up, forming a reverse-flowing waterfall of sand.

Even more chilling is that the vortex sometimes spews out fragments of spirit stones that gleam with dazzling silver light, and at other times it mercilessly devours the surrounding sand dunes and dead trees.

"A spatial rift!" Lingling's childish voice suddenly rose, "and it's in an extremely unstable, active state!" Her usually bright eyes were now filled with shock.

Before the words were finished, a silver beam of light suddenly burst forth from the center of the vortex, as if a wound had been slashed open by a sharp blade.

The light was so pure that it was blinding.

In this dazzling silver light, the phantom of an ancient city gradually materialized.

The mottled city wall is faintly visible, and every brick and stone is engraved with the traces of time.

(End of this chapter)