Versatile Mage: I was reborn as Mo Fan

The Shadow Clan Elder then brought Mo Fan to the place where the Shadow Clan King’s inheritance was located.

It was a place filled with an endlessly eerie atmosphere. The surroundings were so quiet that it made people feel creepy, as if even the air was frozen. Only the footsteps of the Shadow Elder and Mo Fan echoed in this dead silence, seeming particularly abrupt.

The place they came to was outside a gloomy gate.

The gate stood tall, more than ten meters high, like the mouth of a sleeping giant beast, facing Mo Fan and the Shadow Elder, exuding a terrifying aura.

The material of the gate looks extremely ancient and mysterious, with all kinds of bizarre runes and patterns engraved on the surface. Those runes faintly flash with a ghostly green light, like ghost fires from the Nine Nether Hell, dancing in the darkness, making the gate even more eerie.

But at the moment he arrived here, Mo Fan discovered that the Void Devouring Flame in his body was actually experiencing violent fluctuations!
Since Void Devouring Flame has grown to a certain level, he is actually not very interested in many things in this world.

But after coming here, at this moment, it is a different expression!

Mo Fan didn’t know what it wanted to devour, but as long as it could be devoured, it would undoubtedly be of great help to him.

Mo Fan temporarily suppressed the urge in his heart and looked quietly at the door in front of him.

It's like a door to another world.

There seemed to be endless darkness and a blurry unknown hidden behind the door. The eerie feeling was like a pair of invisible hands, tightly grasping one's heart, making one involuntarily feel fear.

But Mo Fan was just like when he dared to follow the Shadow King into the dark plane. Even though his demonic power could not be used for the time being, he still had the Ancient King as his trump card.

With extraordinary powers at his disposal and the knowledge that there might be greater rewards behind the door, Mo Fan walked straight inside.

Mo Fan stretched out his hands without hesitation and pushed hard on the door.

As he pushed, the door slowly opened, making a dull "creaking" sound, as if it was groaning in pain.

The darkness behind the door surged out like a tide, instantly enveloping Mo Fan.

But Mo Fan did not retreat at all. He raised his leg and stepped in resolutely. His figure soon disappeared into the endless darkness, leaving only the Shadow Elder standing quietly outside the door, silently watching the direction he left, with a hint of expectation in his eyes.

After Mo Fan stepped into this gloomy place of inheritance, the dark power as thick as ink around him swept towards him madly like a surging tide.

These dark forces were like a group of hungry ghosts, pouncing on Mo Fan with bared fangs and claws. At first glance, it seemed that they wanted to completely swallow him up and make him disappear in this endless darkness.

However, the moment he stepped into this place, Mo Fan keenly sensed something strange.

It was not a danger of being swallowed up, but rather a strange feeling, as if these dark forces were transforming into thin strands of energy, slowly pouring into one's spiritual world.

Just like the dry land welcomed the rain, his spiritual world was nourished by this energy and had a different sense of fulfillment.
Are these dark forces nourishing themselves?

Without thinking about all this, he walked along the winding, eerie road ahead.

The road under his feet was bumpy, but Mo Fan did not stop. After walking for an unknown amount of time, he finally arrived under a huge altar.

The altar stood majestically like an ancient and huge castle, exuding a solemn and dignified atmosphere.

It was built of huge black stones, each of which was engraved with complicated and mysterious runes, which glowed with a cold light. The altar was surrounded by several huge statues, whose faces were hideous and terrifying, and seemed to be some ancient dark spirits. They were obviously not alive, but they gave Mo Fan a feeling that they could be revived, as if they were guards who were specially assigned to protect the altar.

However, how to revive them is unknown.
Mo Fan originally wanted to rely on his own skills to fly up directly, which would save time.

But just when he was about to move, he suddenly discovered that he seemed to be suppressed by a powerful forbidden realm here.

This kind of suppression was like an invisible net that bound him tightly and made it difficult for him to perform the magical methods that he usually used with ease.

At this moment, Mo Fan tried to mobilize the various magic systems in his body, but was shocked to find that except for the surging Undead system, no other magic system could be used.

The elemental forces of other magic systems seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep, and no matter how hard he tried to wake them up, there was no response.

Mo Fan had no choice but to rely on the most primitive method and start climbing again.

He walked to the side of the altar, stretched out his hands, grasped the edges of the rough stones tightly, then pushed his feet hard and began the difficult climbing journey.

Every step he took to climb up took a lot of his energy, and sweat kept oozing from his forehead and sliding down his cheeks.

Mo Fan cursed in his heart, these so-called inheritances are such a fucking scam!

What is the meaning of this egg?
I don’t know how long it took. During that difficult climbing process, every step was a long battle with time and physical strength.

Mo Fan gritted his teeth and with his tenacious perseverance, he finally successfully stepped into the source of the stairs.

When his feet landed steadily in the area, a solemn atmosphere came over him.

Wherever he looked, there was an enormous throne!

The throne was majestic, like a towering black mountain, or like a throne tailor-made for a giant who stood tall and indomitable.

Mo Fan stood in front of it, looking so small, as if he had come to the foot of a truly huge mountain. Looking up at the unreachable peak, he couldn't help but feel an inexplicable shock in his heart.

But just as he climbed up and his feet touched this area, Mo Fan keenly noticed that his shadow system began to show strange fluctuations.

The dark power that was originally as calm as water was now like a lake into which a stone was thrown, causing ripples to appear. The ripples grew larger and larger, and the fluctuations became more and more intense.

Similarly, his Void Devouring Flame also began to fluctuate.

He really didn't understand why the Void Devouring Flame was fluctuating like that.

However, he did not have time to think too much at this moment, because he could feel that a powerful force was surging in this area, as if waiting for him to receive it.

In short, for Mo Fan, the most important thing to do right now is to sit cross-legged on the spot, calm down, and enjoy the infusion of this power.

So he quickly found a suitable place, slowly sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes, and felt with all his heart and soul the dark power that was continuously pouring into his body like a trickle.

There was no communication or exchange. The dark power seemed to have originally belonged to him. It naturally and continuously poured into his body.
(End of this chapter)