Chess Mage of Faerûn

Chapter 475 Element Pool

Moreover, the language he could access was not the orthodox Loros language from the ancient Netheril era, but rather the Nessus language spoken by those ancient remnants, now reduced to the language of the Bedai barbarians.

Fortunately, the legacy left by Drezan contains a wealth of linguistic and grammatical information. Given his basic level and learning ability, mastering the language after digesting it will not be a problem.

"That saves me the trouble."

After a brief response, Zhang Yuan continued to stare at the Archmage's actions. If he still couldn't figure out what was going on by now, he wouldn't need to continue being an archmage.

Tyrantir clearly possessed a far deeper understanding and mastery of the arcane heritage of Ancient Netherworld than he had thought.

Upon further contact, I learned about their adventures in the Bison Desert region back then…

Tsk, that old rascal is really wicked.

Buzz~ Beep~
The sounds, sometimes dull and sometimes clear, gradually became clearer, with a peculiar rhythm, sounding to the ear like the heavy breathing of a steel behemoth before it awakens.

The Grand Master's fingers moved back and forth on the control panel, and a deeper, more muffled hum came from not far away. Zhang Yuan turned his gaze toward the source of the sound and saw the largest instrument in the deepest part of the tomb hall.

He had learned from the inherited information that it was the location of the element pool and the energy conversion center.

"The equipment here is very well preserved; the ancient arcane barrier has largely prevented the erosion of time."

Tyrantir, unlike his usual composed and taciturn self, spoke with barely suppressed excitement as he adjusted the control buttons on the panel, his gaze shifting nervously between the already running equipment and the display screen on the control console.

Yes, this thing also has a monitor, which is a mirror screen about one meter high and two meters wide. The original black jade-like mirror now emits a soft light. Many runes, symbols, and lines that Zhang Yuan cannot yet recognize are interwoven and combined on the screen to form pictures that look like heavenly books.

It's a strange feeling. Archaeological excavation of an ancient tomb from over a thousand years ago yields a device that is far ahead of its time compared to modern technology.
So, is it really true that technological development relies on archaeology?
But it's not incomprehensible. The waters of Faerûn are too deep. The upheavals and upheavals that can be described as catastrophes are too numerous to count on two hands, and the changes on a regional scale are countless. The vast river of history continues to flow, and no one can say for sure what is hidden beneath the flowing years.

Staring at the screen that resembled an electronic monitor, Zhang Yuan could only stare blankly, but this did not stump Tyrantir. The archmage, who had been concentrating on completing another round of operations, became interested, got up from his desk, and strolled towards the elemental pool.

"Let's go and see how the technology of the Nether era differs from that of today."

Zhang Yuan, who was in a mood that suited him perfectly, had no reason to refuse the suggestion. He walked slowly with his teacher to the edge of the tomb hall to the side of the huge facility with a peculiar appearance.

The element pool instrument is shaped somewhat like an inverted bell, except that it is open at the top and has an overall octagonal tower-like structure.

The tower leans in a trapezoidal shape, and there are steps on the outer wall that can be climbed to the top.

The master and apprentice strolled up the steps and ascended to the energy hub, overlooking the inner ring structure of the element pool from the top.

To Zhang Yuan, the opening at the top looked like an extra-large Bagua well, except that the water gushing from this well was not ordinary underground water. The abundant and endless energy of the elemental realm was guided here by the power of arcane magic, gradually filling the elemental pool hub from nothing.

Earth, water, fire, and wind surged forth, these four fundamental energies that constitute the primary material plane converged into springs and eddies, flowing chaotically yet clearly defined within the pool.

The world of Toril was originally just a chaotic void, with a dark abyss. Energy was born from nothingness, and from this, the prime plane was born.

The elemental plane, which provides the foundation for this primordial energy, is therefore known as the inner plane.

At this moment, the primal power of the four elemental planes flowed in continuously, and many turbulent currents began to devour and merge with each other, eventually forming four spring-like vortexes, each still continuously spewing out energy flow, which was then swept away by the rapidly flowing vortexes, making the latter grow a little stronger.

Never ceasing, the swirling storm vortex never stops;

A blazing, dazzling vortex of golden-red flames;
The eddies are rapid, creating swirling water eddies that churn up thousands of piles of snow.
The only slightly special one is the earth element energy flow. Although it is called a vortex, due to the inherent characteristics of the earth element, its almost solidified energy flow circulates at a very slow speed compared to the other three, almost like a tortoise in a pile of rabbits.

The brownish-red mudslide was like semi-solidified chocolate being stirred by an invisible hand, with bubbles rising and bursting every now and then.

The surge of the four elements is bound within various realms, preventing them from interfering with each other. At the very center of the elemental pool is a pointed round tower. As the elemental power in the pool increases, purple mist gradually rises, swirling and winding with star-like silver radiance.

As the mist grew thicker, turning into dew and then gathering into streams, it draped the spire in a purple curtain, making it look like a purple fountain.

Upon closer inspection, one will discover that the purple waterfall does not flow from top to bottom, but rather the other way around.

"The four fundamental forces of the inner plane have all been summoned. How extravagant."

Seeing the somewhat puzzled look in his disciple's eyes, Tyrandeur explained:
"Not all elemental pools communicate with all four elemental planes. Some rudimentary versions only connect to one or two planes, and even some poorly constructed mage towers are not as complete."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yuan felt as if his eyes had been opened again. After pondering for a moment, he asked:
"How can we store and restrain the arcane energy flowing on the spire? Pure arcane energy can easily be converted and lost without the control and restraint of the magic network."

"This is indeed a problem."

The Grand Master nodded in affirmation of this statement, and then continued:
"If it were in the ancient Netherworld, when the inner ring of the magic network was not yet sealed, there would be no need to worry about this problem at all. Directly connecting to the inner layer of the magic network's Miser energy core would be enough to create a small regional magic network circuit, regulating and controlling the flow of all energy."

This is hardly a secret. The Miser Core, as one of the most representative creations of the glorious period of the ancient arcane empire, has long been famous in history. Bards in taverns would occasionally compose a couple of lines of their own nonsense poems, daydreaming about how they would obtain this treasure and become invincible.

Completely disregarding the true significance of the Miser Core, they used the key to the inner ring of the magic network as a coal stove.

However, there is another incidental function that is not often mentioned.

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