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The night grew deeper, and no matter where one looked, it was just a pitch-black mass. The wilderness was silent, with only the sound of the wind brushing against the branches, producing a low moan.
The Ancient Sorcerer sat on a stone, his dagger dancing up and down in his hand, creating flickers of light.
After leaving the Campfire, he circled around the Archaeological Team's camp and saw that the dozen or so markers he had deliberately set up were intact, not triggered or trampled. He knew everything was normal—ever since the Archaeological Team entered the wilderness, the Ancient Sorcerer had been doing this every day; safety first!
The sky grew darker, and the clouds hung lower.
"Crack!"
A lightning bolt as thick as a barrel streaked across the sky, followed by a rumble of thunder rolling overhead. A fierce wind began to blow out of nowhere, stirring up dust and debris.
"Damn it, it's going to rain! No wonder it's so muggy!"
Cursing softly, the Ancient Sorcerer stood up and was about to head back when he suddenly stopped. His breathing became almost imperceptible as he tilted his ear to listen carefully.
"Is someone there?!"
The Ancient Sorcerer quickly realized it wasn't his imagination; there was indeed a faint sound coming from the darkness. With courage born from skill, he didn't feel fear after noticing something unusual; instead, he moved toward the direction of the sound.
In the darkness, the Ancient Sorcerer moved silently like a hunting leopard. His hellish special training allowed him to make maximum use of his surroundings as he advanced, blending into the shadows without leaving a trace.
He crouched down on the ground, motionless. The source of the sound was just four or five meters away. Estimating the distance, he figured it was about two or three kilometers from the Archaeological Team's camp. Under normal circumstances, they would definitely excavate this area within a month.
In the darkness, the Ancient Sorcerer's eyes were fixed ahead—though he had a flashlight in hand, he did not turn it on but patiently waited for another flash of lightning.
"Crack!"
A bolt of lightning illuminated the sky, turning everything white for an instant before plunging back into darkness.
“Who~~~~~”
The body of the Ancient Sorcerer finally relaxed. Just now, when the lightning streaked across the sky, he had clearly seen that there was a pit where the sound came from, with a diameter of about ten meters, completely empty and without any cover. Such a place could not possibly hide a person.
Slowly standing up, he walked to the edge of the pit. The Ancient Sorcerer clicked on his flashlight and began to examine it carefully.
“Eh!”
The Ancient Sorcerer was taken aback and jumped into the pit. He seemed to have seen a shadow just now and worried that it might be someone from the Archaeological Team wandering around and then falling in.
“What is this thing?”
The Ancient Sorcerer approached the dark shape and discovered that it was not a person but a stone. Out of curiosity, he reached out to flip it over.
“Ah!”
Even though the Ancient Sorcerer was incredibly brave, he couldn't help but exclaim in shock when the stone was turned over, as his flashlight shone directly on a gigantic Stone Eye!
“A one-eyed stone man?”
The Ancient Sorcerer was stunned. Just as he wanted to turn and run, he felt as if a nail had been driven forcefully into his brain. Overwhelmed by pain, he collapsed to the ground.
Unconscious, the Ancient Sorcerer did not realize that the stone figure he had flipped over slowly began to levitate. It stood at about half a person's height, dark blue in color, with a surface pitted and worn as if eroded by water for millions of years. It was very rough, barely distinguishable as having a head and body, with a gigantic eye occupying its entire head—strange beyond belief!
“Crack~~~~ Boom~~~~”
Lightning accompanied by thunder exploded in the sky as the statue suddenly ignited. Blue flames burned fiercely, seemingly cold like ice with no warmth at all. A thin old man dressed in tattered Beast Skin emerged from the top of the statue's head, his eyes glowing green, with small Black Snakes hanging from each earlobe.
“Jie jie jie~~~~”
The old man "floated" in front of the Ancient Sorcerer, letting out a strange laugh before murmuring to himself, "This kid has witch blood, denser than Han Shantong's from 800 years ago. You can't find another among millions. Once I take over, I can unleash boundless witchcraft and stir the world..."
"Boom~~~~"
A series of thunderclaps echoed as heavy rain poured down like a waterfall, making it impossible to see anything in the entire world.
In the thick rain mist, the old man extended his bony hand, which looked like a chicken's claw, and pressed it against the Ancient Sorcerer's forehead. His hollow lips moved rapidly, uttering a long string of incantations:
"Zhe... Pa... Wu... Ma... Pa... Mi... Wu..."
It seemed as if the entire world was shaken. Colorful smoke began to rise, growing denser and enveloping both the Ancient Sorcerer and the Strange Old Man. Not far away, the enormous Stone Eye of the stone figure grew brighter and redder, with dark, ink-like blood seeping from its corners.
"Drip, drip, drip..."
Blood dripped onto the ground, gradually pooling into a puddle that shimmered with an eerie glow amidst the rain. The strange old man slowly dissolved into wisps of yellow smoke, which then entered through the Ancient Sorer's nostrils. However, just as the last bit of yellow smoke was about to vanish, a burst of flames erupted from the Ancient Sorcerer's chest, engulfing him entirely in an instant.
"Ah!!!! How is this possible! How is this possible! This is Luo Tian! How can this thing still be here?!"
The Strange Old Man had previously sensed neither the formation nor Luo Tian's suppression and thought that after hundreds of years, its power had naturally faded away. He also noticed how rare it was to find someone with witch blood, which is why he dared to act. Little did he know that Luo Tian's power had not only not disappeared but was also attached to the very person he intended to possess—wasn't this akin to walking into a trap?
Screaming in madness, the long snake-like yellow smoke tried to retreat from the Ancient Sorcerer's body but was tightly wrapped by flames and could not escape no matter how hard it struggled.
As the fire blazed hotter and hotter, black smoke began to seep from the surface of the Ancient Sorcerer's body. The wailing screams grew weaker until they finally vanished.
The rain gradually lessened and eventually stopped, restoring calmness to the world as if nothing had ever happened.
In the east, the sun slowly rose, breaking through the clouds and casting down golden rays. The air after the rain was incredibly fresh, invigorating one's spirit.
The Ancient Sorcerer sat there dazedly like a piece of wood. In fact, he had awakened half an hour ago but didn't want to move at all—he was terrified by the memories flooding his mind:
Within the stone figure resides the powerful soul of an ancient sorcerer known as Ancient Festival—a madman in the world of sorcery who believed that sorcerers were omnipotent beings. He thought the highest realm of sorcery was to curse and destroy the world, and the stone figure was a cursed artifact he created to attempt this.
After the stone figure was made, Ancient Festival began to cast spells. However, the immense power he generated attracted the attention of other sorcerers, inciting their wrath and leading to a united hunt against him. Ultimately, he had no choice but to perform a soul transfer technique, embedding his soul within the stone figure he had created. The sorcerers pursuing him did not anticipate such a method, allowing him to escape.
The soul of Ancient Festival waited within the stone figure for an opportunity, as he could seize control of anyone with sorcerous blood. Han Shantong was one such individual, and upon encountering the stone figure, he was possessed. Han Shantong was no longer the original Han Shantong, which enabled him to wield powerful sorcery and ultimately incite chaos across the world.
Due to the immense consumption of energy during this chaos, most of the sorcery known as Diviner could not be performed. Before Han Shantong was killed, the sorcerer's soul retreated back into the stone figure. Later on, this stone figure was preserved by Han Shantong's son, Han Lin'er. However, since Han Lin'er lacked sorcerous blood, he could not be possessed and thus became useless—this was also a significant reason why Han Lin'er could not resist when he was ultimately drowned.
Before Han Lin'er was drowned, the stone figure was located by agents sent by Liu Bowen. Due to the overwhelming power of the soul trapped within and its retreat into the stone figure, they could not kill it; they could only set up a formation and use Luo Tian, a talisman for sealing.
For hundreds of years, peace reigned until Fang Ru appeared. The plaque she found was Luo Tian, used to suppress the stone figure. Once it was taken away, the original formation naturally lost its effect. Because she possessed sorcerous blood, she was sensed by the sorcerer's soul within the stone figure, which used sorcery to call her over.
The sorcerer within the stone figure would not miss such an opportunity; however, during the possession process, that soul was burned completely by the Nine Heavens Mysterious Fire summoned by Luo Tian, having left behind the protection of the stone figure.
The only thing left was a vast memory of sorcery.
"This sorcerer called Ancient Festival is truly foolish and naive—cursing the world with sorcery? Ha! How ridiculous! Enough of this; I won't think about it anymore. I should head back."
The Ancient Sorcerer stood up amidst a heavy rainstorm, having fainted on the ground covered in filth and mud. The most important thing now was to return and take a hot shower.
Picking up the dagger that had fallen on the ground and glancing at the shattered stone figure, the Ancient Sorcerer strode toward his tent.
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