Versatile Mage: Rebirth of Mo Fan, Atlas of the Celestial Spirit

Chapter 493 Extra: Arrival in the Holy City, Annihilation of Euryale
The Holy City, this colossal city hailed as the holy capital of magic, still basks in its usual sanctity and prosperity.

The towering spires pierce the sky, casting rays of holy light, and the streets are teeming with people, including monks, merchants, and pilgrims from all over the world.

Mo Fan changed into an ordinary gray traveler's robe, concealing all his extraordinary aura, and strolled with great interest along a street famous for selling all kinds of strange objects and works of art, just like an ordinary tourist.

He enjoys the feeling of being among people, which allows him to experience the warmth and humanity of everyday life that he cannot experience from high above.

His gaze swept across the shops, eventually drawn to a charming little shop called "Thousand Faces Corridor".

The shop has a small storefront, decorated with rustic reliefs and warm-toned magic lamps. The window displays lifelike dolls, strange masks, and handicrafts that emit faint energy fluctuations.

Stepping inside, the store is softly lit, and the air is filled with a faint, peculiar fragrance that resembles a mixture of sandalwood and ancient scrolls.

The items on the shelves are exquisite and unique, clearly reflecting the shop owner's exceptional taste.

Mo Fan's gaze swept casually across the area, finally landing on a figure behind the counter who was bending down to wipe a crystal skull.

She was a woman who looked to be in her early twenties, wearing a well-tailored dark purple dress that accentuated her graceful figure.

She has thick, slightly wavy hair like seaweed, with a rare dark purple color that shimmers under the light.

Her profile was incredibly beautiful, with fair and delicate skin, and long eyelashes that drooped down, obscuring her eyes.

Seemingly noticing that a guest had entered, she slowly raised her head.

At that very moment, Mo Fan's heart stirred slightly.

It was an extremely alluring face, breathtakingly beautiful, but what was even more striking were her eyes—eyes like the finest amethyst, deep and mesmerizing, as if containing some ancient magic that could easily capture the hearts and minds of others.

Her eyes held a languid, worldly-wise charm, and a faint, enigmatic smile played at the corners of her lips.

This beauty possesses an inhuman, eerie quality, unlike the stunning beauty of humans.

More importantly, with Mo Fan's perception that had already transcended the mortal realm, he clearly "saw" the surging primal power belonging to a higher-ranking banshee beneath this perfect human skin.

The aura was cold and alluring, carrying the power of petrification and curse. Although it was wrapped in layers of extremely sophisticated disguise magic, it was as if it were nothing in front of him.

This aura... shares an undeniable origin with his lazy, occasionally spoiled little snake girl, Apas, but it is more mature, more profound, and more aggressive.

Euryale.

The second daughter of Queen Medusa and the Falcon Queen, and the second elder sister of Apas.

Mo Fan remained expressionless, maintaining the curious demeanor of an ordinary tourist. His gaze fell on the crystal skull in her hand, and he casually remarked, "A very unique work of art."

Euryale set down the skull, her amethyst-like eyes fixed entirely on Mo Fan. Her smile deepened slightly, her voice carrying a lazy, magnetic huskiness that seemed to soothe the soul.
“The guest has excellent taste. This is no ordinary work of art; legend has it that it once belonged to a prophet and can reflect the truest desires in people’s hearts.”

She stepped gracefully out from behind the counter, her gait elegant and rhythmic, a subtle fragrance wafting through the air.

She walked up to Mo Fan, tilted her head slightly to look at him, her eyes filled with inquiry and a hint of barely perceptible amusement: "I just wonder, what does it reflect in your eyes, guest?"

She had clearly also noticed Mo Fan's extraordinary qualities.

Although Mo Fan concealed himself very well, his unfathomable, ordinary-like state was itself an extreme anomaly in the eyes of someone of her level.

When did such a person arrive in the Holy City?
Mo Fan met her gaze and suddenly smiled. The smile was calm, but it made Yuri Ellie feel a sudden flutter in her heart for no reason.

"What it reflects is not important."

Mo Fan spoke casually, as if chatting about everyday matters: "I'm just a little curious, what would Apas's expression be if she knew that her second sister had opened a small shop in the Holy City? She's been quite bored lately." The name "Apas" exploded in Yuri's ears like a thunderclap.

The alluring smile on her face froze instantly, and a hint of disbelief, shock, and horror flashed in her amethyst-like eyes. Even the flawless aura of disguise around her showed extremely subtle fluctuations.

She stared intently at Mo Fan, as if trying to see right through him, inside and out.

To be able to call out her sister's name so casually, and to see through her true identity at a glance...

hum-

In the depths of Mo Fan's otherwise ordinary black eyes, a fleeting phantom of the sun and moon seemed to appear.

His left eye shone like the sun, containing the heat and light to burn away the void; his right eye hung like the moon in the sky, filled with the cold and deathly silence that sees into the netherworld.

Sun and Moon Holy Eyes—Open!

Under the gaze of the Holy Eye, Euryale's carefully constructed "deceptive body" melted away instantly, like ice and snow under the sun, losing all its pretense.

What appeared before Mo Fan's eyes was no longer a stunning human beauty, but a more hideous and monstrous being—the outline of an eagle's body and a snake's tail was faintly visible.

His purple hair danced wildly without wind, his eyes were pure coldness with serpentine vertical pupils, and his body was surrounded by an invisible petrifying curse field.

"It really is you." Mo Fan's voice was flat, showing no interest in small talk or probing.

Almost at the same instant he saw through the disguise, he moved.

There was no chanting, no warning; he simply raised his right hand and made a light touch towards Euryale.

boom--!
The entire exquisite interior space of the shop seemed to be gripped tightly by an invisible giant hand.

The crystal skulls, dolls, masks, and other items on the shelves instantly turned to dust under the terrifying pressure, and countless dense silver runes, representing the forced sealing of the space, lit up on the walls and floor.

Spatial transcendent power—breaking all laws!

Combined with absolute control over super-level spatial magic!
Euryale felt an irresistible force crushing down from all directions. A dazzling purple demonic light erupted from her body, and terrifying demonic power at the Grand Monarch level surged wildly as she tried to resist and unleash her innate deception and petrification abilities.

But it's useless!
Under that absolute power disparity and the lock-on effect of the Holy Eye, all her struggles were like insects trapped in amber.

The space around her was completely frozen and stripped away, forming an independent cage.

She couldn't even fully manifest her battle form before being firmly suppressed in place by this power, unable to move even a finger. Only her amethyst vertical pupils were filled with horror and disbelief.

She is the Great Monarch!

Euryale inherited the supernatural powers of Queen Mother Medusa!

In a single exchange, he was completely subdued like a chick being crushed? He couldn't even see how his opponent made their move.

Mo Fan remained standing in the same spot, as if he had just casually swatted a fly.

He looked at Euryale, who was tightly bound by the power of space and whose eyes were filled with shock and anger, without any change in his expression.

"Open a small shop in the Holy City?"

He tilted his head slightly, his tone carrying a hint of cold mockery: "You're much bolder than your sister."

(End of this chapter)