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The future is fascinating. In the process of exploring the future, people will shed their shackles and constraints, feel true freedom, and use this as a starting point to enter unknown areas and explore the true meaning of everything on the intersection of fate and time. During the first deduction, you will feel the panic caused by the unknown, which may make you collapse. But Merlin is obviously a "veteran". She swims in the illusory and hazy unknown space, enjoying this subtle feeling. She sits alone in front of the basin, her eyes are empty and numb, but her consciousness has already drifted to the mysterious world. Space... After an unknown amount of time, Merlin slowly stopped. She knew that she had reached a certain node, yes, a certain node in the future. At this node, she looked down on the earth like a god. Of course, due to the special nature of the sacrificial items, what she saw was about the future of Garen. It can be seen that it is an ordinary small town. Merlin stared at the town, or to be more precise, she stared at the sea of fire! The raging flames were like a giant python dancing wildly, greedily devouring everything. Houses, buildings, lives... were all reduced to ashes in the raging flames! This was a disaster, but Merlin's eyes did not waver. She had seen too many such disasters in the past years. Her eyes fell on the southern part of the town, the lighthouse that was operating at full capacity, as if it had taken away the glory of the world! "This kind of power..." Merlin couldn't help but exclaimed. From the lighthouse, she felt an aura similar to Crystal Fragment. It was complex and mysterious, and contained a fascinating and extremely powerful ancient power. But damn, she still failed to see the essence of this power! The structure of this lighthouse is very complex, and it obviously cannot be completed overnight. This means that in the normal world at this moment, this tower is almost completed... Faced with such a strange power, even Legendary Mage can't bear it Unable to hold on any longer, Merlin decided to go to the town and dig out the secrets of this lighthouse! Yes, not even that CrystalFragment can compare to this lighthouse, Merlin must get it! "What a poor warrior..." Merlin calmed down his heart and then sighed. I saw an overwhelming shadow over the town. And right in front of the lighthouse, stood a solitary warrior, it was Garen.
He was covered in blood, yet his resolute face remained expressionless, radiating a blend of golden and emerald Fighting Spirit, while also emanating a crimson Bloodlight...
"This node isn't too far... Has he really digested Berfant's essence so quickly?" Merlin thought, somewhat surprised, before pondering for a moment.
After stepping out of this time node, Merlin did not stop; she continued into the next one.
At this moment, Merlin was extremely excited. She was grateful for having used those precious items; it was impossible to reach an understanding of this power solely through visual predictions!
Merlin was eager to uncover the essence of this power. Just moments ago at the lighthouse, she had sensed a wave from the dimension of time and space, making her feel that she was very close to the truth... perhaps just one step away.
She cast the time Coordinates toward the endpoint, directly jumping into the limits of this foresight, which was the farthest future.
In this future node, the world was shrouded in darkness; Merlin could see nothing. But at that moment, her Heart began to race!
Yes!
This is the aura!
Closer... getting closer!
Merlin felt as if she had found a tempting fruit, following its scent as she moved through the future space.
During her search, Merlin also sensed another ancient and special aura. It seemed to be in some kind of conflict with the power from the Crystal Fragment... intense yet silent!
Finally, Merlin saw what she had been longing to witness.
Her pupils gradually dilated, revealing a wealth of emotions—confusion, bitterness, complexity, panic, trembling, despair, and sorrow.
Merlin had gone mad.
The legendary sorceress was discovered the next day by a neighbor's child, twisting the void with her magic while leaving behind gruesome scars on her body. This news quickly reached the Empire, which sought to prevent Merlin from taking any destructive actions. They confined her and tightly sealed off a series of related messages.
The elite knights sent to take Merlin away would likely never forget the horrific scene—Merlin was covered in blood, every inch of her skin torn open. She wailed in agony while speaking with a strange smile.
"Redemption... come for redemption... they are coming... hurry, seek redemption!"
Even many years later, whispers like these would still echo from the Empire's top prison where a certain mad sorceress was held.
"You created them... you drove them away... that warrior can barely hold on... hurry, seek redemption!"
Upon returning to Blackstone Town, it was already deep into the night. Garen hurriedly said goodbye to everyone and returned to his Rental Apartment to study the items Merlin had given him.
The Holy Eye and the magic circle were crucial components for tower construction. Garen had entrusted them to Yasthia, believing that with her knowledge and the wisdom of her dog, they would soon find the best way to utilize them.
Now before Garen lay a drop of blood from Berfant and the Spirit Well of the Storm Tribe.
To facilitate Garen's carrying, Merlin had materialized the Spirit Well, which appeared to be an ordinary brown ceramic jar, the kind commonly seen on the streets. Garen held it in his hands and examined it for a moment, but he soon found himself at a loss.
Although Garen sensed an incredible Fighting Spirit within the jar, the Fighting Spirit was intangible; to the naked eye, the inside of the jar was just empty space. The biggest problem was how to use it.
Should he smash it? No, this ceramic jar seemed more like a form of confinement. If it shattered, the Fighting Spirit inside could potentially obliterate an entire town in an instant!
As Garen pondered this conundrum, a gentle voice echoed in his mind.
Huxiu Neier reminded him, "I sense the power of souls within. Perhaps you could try infusing it with your blood."
Blood?
Garen did not doubt Huxiu Neier's suggestion; after their agreement was established, it meant he could not be betrayed.
After a moment of silence, Garen cut his fingertip and let his blood drip into the Spirit Well.
"Sizzle!"
Strangely, the blood did not fall to the bottom of the jar but was stopped at the opening, creating ripples as if the empty jar were filled with Clear Water.
The blood stained this Clear Water red. Of course, the Fighting Spirit inside was colorless and invisible, so to the naked eye, only crimson lines appeared, spreading like veins until they reached every corner of the jar!
At that moment, the Spirit Well began to fade again, returning to its semi-transparent form. Suddenly, the Spirit Well vanished!
No, it had not disappeared!
At this moment, a translucent jar appeared in the vortex of Garen's lower abdomen, which was none other than the Spirit Well of the Storm Tribe. The instant it manifested, a powerful surge of Fighting Spirit filled Garen's Qi Xuan with a resounding "boom!"
It was as if an ordinary vessel had been thrown into an endless sea, instantly filled to the brim.
Garen's Qi Xuan was that vessel; the sound of "thump thump" echoed as the vibrant Fighting Spirit tore through his Qi Xuan, causing it to expand more than double its size!
Had he leveled up?!
Before Garen could react, another wave of immense Fighting Spirit surged into his Qi Xuan, bringing with it a tearing pain once again!
Garen's expression changed immediately as he quickly summoned all the Fighting Spirit from every direction to suppress the Spirit Well!
This process felt incredibly long; it took about twenty minutes before the Spirit Well ceased to emit any more energy.
"That was close..." Garen wiped the sweat from his forehead, feeling a pang of anxiety.
While enhancing his power with the essence of Fighting Spirit from the Spirit Well was undoubtedly beneficial, everything should have its limits. If he allowed the Spirit Well to continuously elevate him, it would result in an impure and unstable quality of Fighting Spirit. Not only would he fall short compared to warriors of equal rank, but he would also face the danger of his Fighting Spirit going out of control.
Garen glanced at his Qi Xuan, now at level 11, and noticed that the color of the Golden Fighting Qi had dulled somewhat. It was clear that it wasn't pure enough; restoring it to normal levels would likely require considerable effort.
Then, Garen turned his gaze toward Berfant's blood essence.
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