Meanwhile, in Riverbend Hamlet,
on the banks of the Silverwater River, the tranquil waters flowed gently, reflecting the moon's ethereal glow.
The river's surface rippled with a mesmerizing dance, mirroring the starry sky above and casting a serene ambiance over the hamlet.
Sir Elias Hawthorne stood on the riverbank, his weathered features illuminated by the soft moonlight.
Beside him, Oasis, still reeling from the revelations of his legacy, stood in silent contemplation.
The magical box and its contents lay between them, a silent testament to the mysteries that surrounded them.
The air was thick with anticipation as both Sir Elias and Oasis grappled with the weight of their thoughts.
Seven years' worth of unanswered questions swirled in their minds, mingling with the echoes of Oasis's father's words.
The letter's contents reverberated in the silence, each word carrying the weight of destiny and purpose.
As they stood in quiet reflection, the tranquility of the night was suddenly shattered by a surge of energy that rippled through the air.
The queen's aura, unleashed from the heart of Sylvaneth, reached even the quiet hamlet of Riverbend, its presence palpable in the night air.
Sir Elias's keen senses picked up on the subtle shift in the atmosphere, and he turned to Oasis with a knowing smile.
"Something good must have happened in the capital," he remarked, his voice tinged with anticipation. "Without a doubt, that is Queen Elara's magic."
Oasis, amazed by the power of the queen, felt a surge of determination coursing through him.
"I am going to be stronger than her, and stronger than everyone," he declared with unwavering resolve.
Turning to Sir Elias with a determined expression, Oasis made a request that echoed with the weight of his newfound determination.
"Please, Sir Elias, can you train me?" he asked, his voice filled with conviction.
Sir Elias's smile widened at Oasis's request, a spark of excitement dancing in his eyes.
"I was already planning to do just that," he replied, his tone brimming with enthusiasm.
It was as if a lion had spotted its prey, ready to embark on the thrill of the hunt.
With a steely resolve, Oasis affirmed his commitment to his own growth and development.
"I have to conquer myself before I conquer the realm and my problems," he declared, his words echoing with the weight of his determination.
"First things first," Sir Elias spoke with authority, his voice carrying a soothing resonance.
"Since your magic energy has stabilized, let's completely heal your injuries."
As Sir Elias began the incantation of his healing magic, known as "Sylvan Restoration," the air around them seemed to shimmer with a serene aura.
The healing energy reflected on the surface of the Silverwater River, casting a gentle glow as it enveloped Oasis in its soothing embrace.
Oasis felt a warm sensation wash over him as Sir Elias's magic worked its wonders.
The pain in his chest dissolved into nothingness, replaced by a sense of rejuvenation and vitality.
His wounds healed completely, leaving behind no trace of the injuries that had once plagued him.
With a deep breath, Oasis felt as though he were reborn, his body restored to its peak condition.
After the healing was complete, Sir Elias wasted no time delving into a comprehensive explanation of the various magic natures in the realm.
He began with the kingdom of Avaloria, describing it as the "Kingdom of the Eternal Sun," where powerful fire mages and sand manipulators harnessed the energy of the sun and sand.
"Verdantia," Sir Elias continued, his voice filled with reverence, "is a kingdom deeply connected to nature."
He explained how druids and elementalists in Verdantia harnessed the power of earth and plants to protect their homeland,
utilizing magic that resonated with the lush greenery and natural abundance of the kingdom.
As Sir Elias moved on to describe Frostgard, he spoke of a land shrouded in ice and snow, where its inhabitants were mainly skilled in ice magic and frost-based combat.
The capital city, he explained, was a marvel of icy architecture illuminated by shimmering auroras in the sky.
With each kingdom he described, Sir Elias provided detailed insights into the unique characteristics of their magic and the ways in which it manifested in the inhabitants.
He explained how some individuals were naturally attuned to certain types of magic, while others gravitated towards different forms based on their innate abilities and inclinations.
"Magic is as diverse as the kingdoms themselves," Sir Elias concluded, his voice filled with wisdom.
"Each form of magic is a reflection of the environment and culture of its respective kingdom, and those who wield it do so with a deep understanding of its nuances and complexities."
As Sir Elias spoke, he gestured towards the Silverwater River, a glint of determination shining in his eyes.
"In my prime, I was best in utilizing wind and water magic," he explained. "Allow me to demonstrate."
With a series of fluid movements and incantations, Sir Elias channeled his magic, drawing upon the elements of wind and water with a grace that spoke of years of practice and mastery.
The air around them began to stir, a gentle breeze sweeping through the clearing as the surface of the river rippled in response.
With a focused gaze, Sir Elias extended his hands towards the river, his magic weaving together in a seamless dance of power and control.
A whirlwind formed above the water, swirling with increasing intensity as it gathered moisture from the river below.
In a breathtaking display of skill, Sir Elias performed a high-level double casting, combining his wind and water magic in a dazzling display of elemental mastery.
The whirlwind twisted and expanded, shaping itself into intricate patterns that danced across the surface of the river with mesmerizing grace.
As Oasis watched in awe, Sir Elias's control over the elements was evident in every movement, his magic flowing with effortless precision.
The air crackled with energy as the whirlwind surged with power, a testament to Sir Elias's formidable skills as a mage.
With a final flourish, Sir Elias released his hold on the magic, allowing the whirlwind to dissipate with a soft sigh. The air grew still once more, the surface of the river returning to its calm, reflective state.
"That, young Oasis, is the beauty of wind and water magic," Sir Elias explained, his voice tinged with pride.
"It requires patience, focus, and a deep connection to the elements and a lot cultivation. With practice and dedication, you too can wield the magic of the elements with such mastery."

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“But if perhaps Elder wants some insight that might help with your comprehension,” Oasis said, his voice calm and respectful, “Elder can demonstrate one of your spells… or how you wield your magic.”As he spoke, his eyes shifted—briefly glowing with a piercing azure hue.It wasn’t a glow born of force, but rather of deep perception, like the sea opening its veil for a moment to show a glimpse of something ancient and boundless.A ripple of calm spiritual pressure extended outward for only a breath before vanishing.Elder Cravon noticed.He took a slow sip from his mug, the steam curling under his nose—but his thoughts were not on the tea.“So calm,” Cravon mused internally. “As if he didn’t just drop that massive news… If word got out that one of the Phoenix Clan is just roaming around like this… wouldn’t that draw danger toward him? Or… perhaps he doesn’t care. Or maybe… he trusts that I won’t share it.”The old mage let out a soft sigh through his nose, quietly grounding himself.He
Chapter 330: Molten Rock.
Molten Rock City – Elder Cravon's ManorNestled on a glowing hillside of black volcanic stone, Elder Cravon’s manor stood proudly against the searing winds of Molten Rock City.The estate was a rare blend of nature and fire-forged elegance. The perimeter bloomed with radiant orange and crimson herbs, their edges pulsing gently with fire mana.These rare plants weren’t just ornamental—each one absorbed ambient fire energy, stabilizing the surrounding mana flow.Ember-leafed trees cast dancing shadows, and patches of green grasses sparkled faintly under the sun, each strand attuned to fire affinity.Inside the manor, within a stately chamber adorned with charred-wood panels and glowing crystal sconces, a massive obsidian dining table dominated the room.At it sat Oasis Volacris and his retainers—Du Shiye and Venak Zephyrine—devouring their meal like wolves fresh from battle.The roasted meats, steaming dumplings, and fire-spiced broths vanished rapidly before them, startling the manor’s
Chapter 329: Colen of the Rotten Tales.
The Aftershock of LightFor the rest of the night, until the first light of dawn kissed the edge of the Ignis Vale horizon, no soul who witnessed the blinding light from Oasis’s spell found sleep.Fear and awe gripped the hearts of warriors, merchants, cultivators, and commoners alike.The heavens had been torn open—at least, that’s how it felt.Those who had seen it with their own eyes whispered tales in hushed voices, while those who slept through it awoke to absurd rumors that danced between divinity and madness.A Roadside Inn, Ignis Vale—Black Magma VicinityIn a smoky roadside inn where the scent of roasted lamb clung to the rafters and the floor creaked with the weight of too many boots, a skinny man stood atop a wobbly oak table.His straw sandals were frayed.His conical hat sagged at the tip.And tucked into the sash at his waist, a chipped wooden gourd sloshed with local rice wine.A chewed twig hung from the corner of his lip, bobbing with every exaggerated word he spoke.
Chapter 328: What… did I just witness?
In the dead of night—A night that, for an instant, had turned to day beneath Oasis’s radiance.Across a hundred-kilometer radius, mystic beasts howled.Cultivators seated in deep meditation stirred, their eyes snapping open in stunned silence.They felt it—the martial aura in the sky—vast, ancient, and consuming.Even those mid-breakthrough faltered, distracted by the sudden shift in the heavens.From the fortress garrisons of Ignis Vale to the guarded walls of cities, towns, and distant border villages under the Black Magma City territories, soldiers stopped.Patrolling guards froze where they stood. Their eyes tilted skyward as a light—emerald and cyan—bathed the earth.A hot breeze brushed past, paradoxically calming despite its fire-born origin.An elder pouring night tea paused, teapot tilted.The cup below overflowed unnoticed.The tranquil breeze had become sacred, the stars forgotten under Oasis’s conjured dawn.In roadside inns, candle-lit and brimming with laughter, mid-con
Chapter 327: Nirvana Ascension.
Each of the seven standing atop the earth pillars—Protected by Oasis—stared with wide eyes, hearts pounding as a warm, radiant dome of energy enveloped them.The malevolent, leeching tendrils of cursed mana that had been creeping toward them from Rex's floating spell were now halted, dissipating harmlessly against the Cyan-blue shell that shimmered with phoenix-like feathers of light.For a brief moment in the eye of devastation, relief washed over their bodies like a sacred tide.The air was no longer thick with decay, but filled with calm, like standing beneath a protective sun in a still world.Venak and Du Shiye exchanged knowing glances—they had seen this before.Oasis's barrier magic, subtle yet celestial, wasn't merely defensive; it soothed the soul, repelling even unnatural corruption.While they braced themselves with resolve, the other five had no such reference point.Murmurs erupted, soft at first, then incredulous."What is this…? barrier magic?"“What kind of barrier is
Chapter 326: Primordial Suppression.
“Dragon Ascension – First Form.”Oasis’s voice rang like the toll of a divine bell, and in the next instant, the world around him shifted.A wave of oppressive mana erupted from his body like a breaking dam, rippling through the battlefield with devastating pressure. The very air trembled. Gravity twisted unnaturally, and the battlefield sank under the invisible weight. Rocks cracked and the atmosphere became denser, as if the heavens themselves were bending toward Oasis in acknowledgment—or fear.His pupils contracted into vertical slits, glowing brighter, icy azure becoming molten light. Slowly, his dark hair began to shimmer, the strands shifting from shadowy black to deep emerald, each one edged in glowing cyan that pulsed with life. Energy arced from his body in sharp, controlled bursts like wild lightning trying to escape.Then came the horns.Two elegant, cyan-colored horns curled forward from his forehead, not brutish or jagged, but regal—divine. His fingers twisted into
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