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The purple-haired witch pushed her glasses up in disbelief, and her pupils behind the lenses contracted violently.

Her trembling fingers pointed at the transparent sphere with a diameter of about two meters. A rainbow-like halo flowed on the surface of the sphere, and inside was a miniature complete world.

"Your method doesn't look like this method at all!"

There was a rare hint of gaffe in her voice.

“This is like scaling the entire world into this!”

In the center of the crystal ball, a giant tree with a strange shape stands tall.

Its branches present unnatural geometric shapes, and its leaves gleam with a metallic luster.

It is the so-called "Imagination Tree".

Countless tiny bands of light extend from the top of the tree canopy, connecting every corner of the entire miniature world like a neural network.

"I really shouldn't have speculated on the methods of that 'all-knowing'..."

Patchouli held her forehead dejectedly, her purple hair falling down weakly.

She suddenly realized that the truth contained in this technique was far beyond her understanding, and even the most basic principles were beyond her comprehension.

In stark contrast to her is Marisa.

The blonde magician laid down on the surface of the crystal ball, his fingers in black lace gloves stroking the smooth surface excitedly.

"So, that world is inside this crystal ball~"

Her voice was full of childlike curiosity, and her golden eyes reflected the starlight flowing in the sphere.

Suddenly, as if she had discovered something extraordinary, she almost stuck to the sphere:

"Wow! Look! Are those continents in there? Is that the one in the middle the fantasy tree that Patch mentioned? What are those glittering things underneath it? A city? This is so cool!"

The black witch's hat tilted to one side with her exaggerated movements, but she was unaware of it, completely immersed in this magical discovery.

"Don't look at them, they are just projections, not real."

Zhou Yuan's voice came from behind, and the hem of his black windbreaker swayed gently with his steps.

He held Melyuchina and Bawanshi in each hand. The two fairies were surprisingly quiet at the moment, just staring at the floating crystal sphere with complicated eyes.

“The knowledge that Yogurt gave me is this…”

His fingertips lightly brushed across the surface of the crystal ball, and ripples immediately appeared inside the ball.

"It's just that the energy contained in it is all provided by her herself."

Having said that, he subconsciously touched the silver key on his chest. The ancient ornament was emitting a faint blue light.

A trace of relief appeared in his violet eyes——

If he hadn't used this key to release the energy in the ball of light, he would have been drained of all his magic power in an instant if he had used his own strength to perform a spell of this scale.

"Who did you say gave it to you?"

Marisa turned her head sharply, and the star ornament on the black witch's hat jingled with her rapid movements.

Her golden eyes were full of confusion:

"Why don't I understand the name you said?"

She was sure that she heard Zhou Yuan mention the name of a certain existence, but the word turned into a harsh noise as soon as it entered her ears, like the noise when a radio suddenly lost its signal.

This feeling made her frown unconsciously and rub her ears unconsciously with her fingers.

"You don't need to know, Marisa."

Patchouli's voice suddenly interrupted, and the purple-haired witch had stood on the other side of the crystal ball without her knowing.

Her wide sleeves moved without wind, and a warning gleamed in her amethyst eyes.

"Some unimaginably powerful beings..."

Her fingertips tapped lightly on the surface of the crystal ball, making a crisp sound.

"The very act of describing them is a test for the describer, and names are the medium through which they are perceived..."

Having said that, Patchouli turned her gaze to Zhou Yuan, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.

The candlelight cast flickering shadows on her delicate profile, adding a touch of mystery to her.

"If they don't allow..."

Her voice dropped to a low note, filled with a kind of indescribable awe.

"You can't get any information about them."

Marisa froze in place after hearing these words.

The golden fur drooped listlessly, and a rare look of confusion appeared on the usually lively face.

She opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but ended up just unconsciously clutching the edge of her witch hat.

"Okay, okay, the goodbyes are almost over."

Zhou Yuan chuckled, breaking the solemn atmosphere. The cuffs of his black windbreaker swayed gracefully as he raised his hand.

He spoke in a deliberately exaggerated tone, with a mischievous glint in his violet eyes.

"It's time for us to go,"

He turned to face Patchouli and gently tapped the crystal ball floating in the air with his finger.

The world inside the sphere rippled with light as he touched it.

"During this time, I'll ask Pachi to help take care of this little world."

Patchouli pushed her glasses helplessly, a hint of indulgence flashing in her amethyst eyes:

"I know, I know."

She waved her wide witch sleeves lightly, and the crystal ball slowly floated towards her.

"Remember to come back early. I don't want to be a babysitter all the time."

Melyuchina and Bawanxi simultaneously grabbed the corner of Zhou Yuan's clothes, and their long silver and pink hair intertwined to create a dreamy halo in the sunlight.

Zhou Yuan looked down at the two nervous fairies, and a gentle arc appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"So--"

He raised the gleaming silver key and drew a graceful arc in the air.

"Let's set off."

As he moved, a brilliant starlight burst out from the tip of the key, gradually enveloping the figures of the three people.

Before the light completely disappeared, Marisa could still hear her unwilling cry:

"Hey! At least tell me what's fun in that world—"

Chapter 107: Newborn Dragon

In an instant, countless brilliant light bands flowed across the field of vision like silk, gently erasing the boundary between reality and illusion.

Zhou Yuan felt his body was as light as a feather, as if he was sucked into a vortex of a beautiful dream.

When the last ray of colorful light dissipated, he blinked subconsciously, and the scene before him had been completely turned upside down.

Lush and towering ancient trees rise from the ground, and the sunlight filtering through the branches and leaves casts mottled shadows on the ground.

The air was filled with the fresh scent of soil and moss, and the sound of a gurgling stream could be heard faintly in the distance.

The hem of Zhou Yuan's black windbreaker gently brushed against the ferns at his feet, which were covered with morning dew, making a slight rustling sound.

"Meluko, Xiaoxi?"

His call echoed in the silent forest, but no one answered.

Zhou Yuan frowned slightly, and his slender fingers unconsciously stroked the silver key on his chest.

A hint of alertness flashed in his violet eyes, and he keenly noticed——

The forest was so quiet that even the singing of birds and insects disappeared.

The wind suddenly became sharp, blowing up the strands of hair in front of his forehead.

Zhou Yuan's fingertips glowed faintly, ready to deal with possible danger at any time.

At this tense moment, a silver-white scale slowly fell from the sky and landed right on his open palm.

"This is..."

Zhou Yuan's fingertips gently twisted the silver-white scale. In the sunlight, a rainbow-like halo flowed on the surface of the scale.

His violet eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked in the direction where the scales were floating.

Not far away, a dark pool of mud lay quietly in a forest clearing.

The surface of the mud pit was covered with a strange oily sheen, and occasionally a few bubbles would emerge, making an unpleasant "gurgling" sound when they burst.

Even more disturbing is that there is no grass growing around the quagmire, in stark contrast to the lush forest surrounding it.

"Something's wrong..."

Zhou Yuan's intuition was giving him a crazy warning.

The hem of his black windbreaker moved without wind, and his right hand unconsciously pressed on the silver key on his chest.

After taking a deep breath, the purple light in his eyes suddenly lit up, and the power of the "Eye of Truth" was instantly unleashed.

A translucent blue text box appeared in the field of vision:

Real Name: Albion (Remains)

【True】: The Last Dragon of the Age of Gods

[Analysis]: The swamp formed by the decay of Albion's severed left hand appears to have spawned some sentient being. Immediate investigation is recommended!

The text ended with a flashing red arrow pointing directly to the ominous quagmire.

Zhou Yuan's pupils contracted slightly——

The "Eye of Truth" can actively give hints, so the things hidden in this quagmire are definitely not simple.

He stepped forward cautiously, the soles of his boots making crisp "crunching" sounds on the dead branches.

As the distance shortened, ripples suddenly appeared in the mud, as if welcoming his arrival...

Or rather, waiting for his arrival.

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The long river of time seems to have lost its meaning here.

A hundred years? A thousand years? Or even longer?

I can no longer remember "her".

Ever since Chaos' consciousness first awakened in this darkness, "she" has been waiting in the depths of this quagmire day after day, like a forgotten watchman.

"who I am..."

Today, "she" is still repeating this eternal question.

The sticky mud wrapped around her invisible body, and every thought caused faint ripples on the surface of the mud.

But this time, the gears of fate seemed to start turning——

"here it is?"

A clear male voice suddenly penetrated the silence of the jungle.

Violet eyes were faintly visible among the shadows of the trees. The man carefully pushed aside the hanging vines, and a few drops of dew stained the hem of his black windbreaker.

"She" suddenly felt an unprecedented shudder.

The invisible body seemed to be struck by an electric current, and ripples appeared in the depths of the chaotic consciousness.

The mud began to churn restlessly, and black bubbles burst one after another, making a gurgling sound.

"What...does this feel like?"

"She" confusedly "touched" her non-existent heart, where a strange throbbing was coming from.