Nascent Soul Rebirth: Starting as a Wizard

The phantoms of dragons and tigers rose into the sky from behind Solo, raising their heads and roaring. The roar was so solid that it shook the swirling sandstorm, creating ripples that created hollows in the air.

Two illusory figures intertwined and coiled, carrying immense force as they crashed violently into the jagged rocky top above.

The condensed energy, upon contact with the rock wall, did not simply explode, but instead formed a highly penetrating spiral drill.

Accompanied by a continuous, low, teeth-grinding grinding sound, it penetrated the rock inch by inch.

First, spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the rough rock face, and then large chunks of rock lost all structural support.

It completely collapsed with a dull roar, turning into a torrential rain of dust and gravel that poured down and piled up on the ground to form a small stone mound.

Almost at the same instant the rocks collapsed, Solo's closed eyes snapped open.

Deep within his eyes, a glint of light suddenly shone like a cold star, then transformed into two sharp, almost tangible gazes that seemed capable of piercing through the dim sand curtain.

Without moving his body, a powerful lifting force suddenly arose from beneath his feet—it was the rising force generated by the perfect fusion of his protective qi and a more refined, invisible energy.

Without him bending his knees to gather strength, his entire body was like an arrow shot from an invisible bowstring, tearing through the stuffy air and rising straight upwards.

The robes fluttered wildly in the sudden gust of wind, making rapid crackling sounds.

In the blink of an eye, he was already hovering steadily a hundred meters in the air, as if he were standing on an invisible staircase.

Leaping through the void, he did not rush to move, but instead spread his spiritual sense in all directions like mercury spilling onto the ground.

In an instant, the terrain, air currents, and subtle energy ripples within a radius of thousands of meters centered on him were reflected on the lake of his heart like a meticulously detailed holographic painting.

In his hazy perception, to the due east, about five or six kilometers away, a small but exceptionally violent sandstorm was taking shape and wreaking havoc.

It was like an awakened, angry yellow giant, frantically seizing all the sand and dust from the earth.

They were drawn into their turbid bodies and then hurled, struck, and ground with overwhelming force.

The intense friction between sand and sand, between sand and the ground, and between sand and the thin air produced a continuous roar and sob.

Even from such a distance, the sound, containing the pure destructive power of nature, still faintly reached out, striking the eardrums.

Solo's expression remained unchanged, but a hint of "remembering something" flashed in his eyes.

During these days, he lay in wait, observing and hunting down stray rock monsters, and gathering fragmented pieces of information.

All the clues, like iron filings attracted by a magnet, pointed in the same direction—the direction from which the rock creatures flocked to them like pilgrims on a pilgrimage.

In this desolate, lifeless, and energy-poor Gobi Desert with its towering rocks.

The only explanation for such a large-scale and persistent biological migration is the abnormal movement of the earth's veins.

Only the earth veins, branches of the spiritual veins deep underground that nurture immense energy and flow like the blood vessels of a plane, can be found.

That's how so many unique life forms that live on rocks and minerals came to be.

His gaze fell upon the towering sandstorm pillars that stretched to the sky in the distance, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on his lips.

This terrifying celestial phenomenon, which ordinary people would consider an absolute wasteland, was, to him, an excellent natural barrier.

The Rock Plane is vast and boundless. Apart from the scattered, island-like resource production bases, it is the domain dominated by these rock creatures of various shapes and sizes.

The raging sandstorms could obscure most detection methods and confuse energy traces, providing him with perfect cover to conceal his movements and strike at the heart of the enemy's lair.

In the blink of an eye, Solo slightly spread his arms, and the illusory dragon and tiger figures swirling around him seemed to be under an invisible command.

It suddenly disintegrated, transforming into two pure and powerful invisible energies.

These two forces did not dissipate; instead, they rapidly intertwined and reconstructed in the high sky, causing light and shadow to distort and change.

In just a few breaths, it condensed into a magnificent and extraordinary phantom of a giant roc!

This giant roc has a wingspan of over ten meters, and its entire body is outlined by a nearly transparent light blue aura.

Each feather has a clear and lifelike texture, with the edges slightly blurred and trembling due to the high-speed flow of energy, emitting a low hum.

Two sharp points of light flashed in the giant roc's eyes, as if it possessed a spirit, scanning the area below.

Solo landed gracefully, his feet firmly planted on the back of the roc, as if standing in the center of a solid vortex of air rather than on a solid body.

He released a slight burst of internal energy, channeling it into the energy structure beneath his feet along a mysterious path.

"Hey——!"

A clear, melodious cry, seemingly real yet ethereal, suddenly rang out. In reality, it was the sharp sound produced by highly compressed air being violently squeezed out of a specific structure.

The giant roc pressed its broad, powerful wings downwards and then lifted them upwards with all its might!

Suddenly, two visible, small tornado-like gusts of air were generated under the wings, carrying a large amount of sand and gravel from the ground below into the sky.

Using the recoil, the giant roc carried Solo and transformed into a pale yellow streak of light that tore through the dim sky.

It shot off at an astonishing speed toward the center of the most intense sandstorm in the distance.

Solo stood on the back of the roc with his arms crossed, his figure as upright as a pine tree.

A fierce wind swept in, and sand and gravel particles, enough to instantly strip away the flesh of an ordinary person, rained down in dense clusters.

However, three zhang away from him, he was blocked by an invisible and intangible barrier that was actually present.

This was not the kind of perfectly round, evenly distributed spherical protective aura he usually used.

He was not foolish enough to go against the forces of nature.

At this moment, the protective aura is more like a meticulously woven, three-dimensional net.

The network cable is made of a more resilient and controllable invisible force, while the spaces between the meshes are filled with flexible and flowing protective energy.

Dense, large particles of sand and gravel impact the net, either being bounced off or deflected by the force of air.

However, the pervasive storm airflow can pass through the larger grid relatively smoothly, only being weakened and mitigated as it passes through.

In this way, not only is the defensive effectiveness greatly increased, but more importantly, the wind resistance is reduced to an extremely low level.

This allowed him to remain as steady as a rock even during such high-speed flight, with only the hem of his robes and the ends of his hair fluttering violently in the gusts of wind that pierced through the mesh.

The roc beneath his feet, imbued with powerful energy, was a clever application of invisible energy simulating the form of a living being.

It appears to have distinct feathers and visible muscles, but in reality, it has no real flesh and blood.

If an outsider were to touch it, the sensation at their fingertips would never be the softness of the feathers or the warmth of its body.

Rather, it is the tactile sensation of a "wind" that is dense, resilient, high-speed flowing, and contains enormous kinetic energy.

It felt as if I were touching the core of a tornado that had been given form and will.

Solo took out a map made of an unknown leather from his pocket; the edges of the map had been rubbed until they shone.

The surface is marked with complex topographical symbols and text using some kind of corrosion-resistant mineral pigment.

He continued to scan the terrain features rushing past below with his spiritual sense—the solitary, bone-eroding rock mountain that resembled a giant's finger bone.