Weird Survival: I can devour thousands of talents

Chapter 188 187: Don’t order yet!

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Ling Xiao stood in a dense forest, surrounded by towering ancient trees and tangled vines. The air was filled with the fresh scent of earth and plants. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, dappling his body in a play of light and shadow. A determined glint gleamed in his eyes, and the staff in his hand emitted a faint red glow, a precursor to the fire magic he was about to unleash.

The tranquility of the forest was shattered by the sudden outbreak of battle. Ling Xiao could feel the ground tremble slightly, a sign that the vine spirits were stirring beneath the ground. He took a deep breath, synchronizing his heartbeat with the natural rhythm around him, and prepared to face the coming challenge.

Ling Xiao knew that this battle was not just a contest of strength, but also a test of wisdom and strategy. He had to utilize the high temperature and destructive power of fire magic while maintaining respect for the environment and avoiding unnecessary destruction.

Suddenly, the ground cracked, and vines spread rapidly, like living creatures, attacking Ling Xiao. He quickly retreated, waving his staff and chanting a spell. A wall of fire appeared out of nowhere, blocking the vines out. The flames burned fiercely, forming a stark contrast with the green of the vines.

The vine spirits seemed to feel pain, retreating for a moment before attacking even more frantically. Ling Xiao dodged nimbly, searching for the spirits' weaknesses. He noticed that despite their pervasive vines, they all seemed to be connected to a massive tree trunk, the source of their power.

Ling Xiao decided to take action. He began running through the forest, luring the vines to pursue him. Simultaneously, he continuously cast fireballs, weakening the vines' offensive. The flames danced through the forest, agile and nimble like spirits.

Finally, Ling Xiao found his opportunity. Gathering all his strength, he prepared to unleash his most powerful fire magic—Flamestorm. He raised his staff high, and the clouds in the sky began to gather, forming a massive fireball. With his incantation, the fireball plummeted from the sky, striking the dryad's core.

The fireball collided with the tree trunk, causing a violent explosion. The flames engulfed the vines, reducing them to ash. Ling Xiao stood in the flames, his figure elongated by the light, like a victor. However, he knew that this battle was only the beginning, and there were still many unknowns waiting for him to explore in the forest.

Ling Xiao stood there, breathing heavily, the warmth of the flame still lingering on his staff. He glanced around, making sure he hadn't missed any vines. The forest had returned to its peaceful state, broken only by the occasional chirping of birds and the rustling of leaves in the wind. He knew this victory was only temporary; the root of the vine spirits hadn't been completely eradicated, and they might resurface again.

He began searching the ruins, hoping to find some clue to the origins of these tree spirits. Beside a charred tree root, he discovered a strange symbol, seemingly an ancient magical mark. Ling Xiao carefully recorded it, believing it might be the key to unlocking the secrets of this forest.

As night fell, Ling Xiao sat by the campfire, fiddling with the strange symbol in his hands. He closed his eyes and began to meditate, trying to sense the magical energy contained within it. As he focused, the symbol began to glow, and a warm power flowed into his body. His consciousness gradually faded, as if he were being transported into an ancient memory.

In that memory, he witnessed an ancient civilization that worshipped nature and coexisted harmoniously with the forest. However, over time, greedy magicians began to abuse the power of nature, leading to the wrath of the forest. The vine spirits were the product of this wrath. Ling Xiao realized that to fully resolve this problem, he must find the relics left behind by those ancient magicians and lift the forest's curse.

When Ling Xiao awoke from his meditation, daybreak had already broken. He stood up, determined to continue deeper into the forest, searching for the ruins. He knew the journey wouldn't be easy, but his resolve had never been stronger. He packed his bags, extinguished the campfire, and set out on a new journey.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The oxygen in the air seemed to burn in his lungs, transforming into magical energy. His fingers gently touched the gem on the staff, feeling the fiery power contained within. He began to chant softly, the spell ancient and mysterious, each syllable as if extracted from the heart of fire.

As the spell continued, the temperature around him began to rise, and the leaves rustled, as if responding to his call. The red gemstone atop Ling Xiao's staff shone brighter and brighter, eventually becoming as dazzling as a miniature sun. A halo formed around him, and the flames within it seemed to be alive, slowly swirling, awaiting his command.

Ling Xiao opened his eyes, his pupils reflecting the glow of flames. He pointed forward, and the gemstone atop his staff radiated a fiery beam, striking the vine spirit's core. The flame pierced through the vines like a sharp sword, bisecting them. The moment the flames touched the spirit, a massive explosion erupted, spreading like a flood, engulfing everything around it.

The vine dryad screamed in agony, trying to extinguish the flames with its vines, but the flames seemed to have a will of their own, leaping from the vines and even spreading along the vines to the dryad's body. The dryad's body began to burn, and within the flames came the sound of trees exploding, the sound of life ending.

Ling Xiao didn't pause. He continued chanting, his staff tracing intricate paths through the air, each swing accompanied by a new streak of flame. These streaks intertwined in the air, forming a web of flames that firmly trapped the vine spirit. The web of flames began to contract, and the vine spirit struggled within, but could not escape the flames' bondage.

Ling Xiao could feel his magical energy rapidly depleting. He had to precisely control every bit of his strength to ensure the flames didn't get out of control. He concentrated, channeling his willpower into the flames, making them more precise and fierce. Under his control, the flames followed the vine spirit's every move like a well-trained hound, giving it no chance to breathe.

As the battle progressed, Ling Xiao's fire spell reached its climax. He raised his staff high, his entire body enveloped in a blazing glow, as if he had become the embodiment of fire. He roared, channeling all his strength into his staff before slamming it downward. A massive column of flame descended from the sky, striking the vine spirit's core. The flames swirled like a tornado, engulfing everything around it.

The vine dryads struggled within the tornado of flames, their screams gradually fading and eventually fading. The tornado of fire lasted for several minutes before slowly dissipating, revealing a charred expanse of earth. The vine dryads had been completely destroyed, leaving only a few charred remains.

Ling Xiao set down his staff, feeling a wave of exhaustion. He gazed at the scene before him, feeling both the joy of victory and awe at the power of nature. He knew that while fire magic was powerful, it must be used with caution, as its power was so immense that if it got out of control, the consequences would be disastrous.

He began searching the charred earth, hoping to find some clue about the vine spirit. He carefully turned the ashes, searching for any trace of magic. Beside a charred tree root, he found a strange symbol, seemingly an ancient magical mark. Ling Xiao carefully recorded it, believing it might be the key to unlocking the secrets of this forest.

As time passed, Ling Xiao felt his strength gradually returning. He decided to set up camp in the area to better study the tree spirits and prepare for a possible future encounter. He gathered some dry wood and used fire magic to build a campfire. The warm light danced in the darkness, providing him with a sense of comfort. As night fell, Ling Xiao sat by the campfire, toying with the strange symbol in his hands. He closed his eyes and began to meditate, trying to sense the magical energy contained in the symbol. As he focused, the symbol began to glow, and a warm power flowed into his body. His consciousness gradually faded, as if he was being transported into an ancient memory.

Ling Xiao stood at the center of the battlefield, his gaze firm and focused, the staff in his hand trembling slightly, as if resonating with his inner voice. His opponent, the vine-laden dryad, had already surrounded him, its green vines dancing through the air like giant snakes, seeking an opportunity to strike. Ling Xiao knew he had to precisely control every fire spell, otherwise he would not only fail to defeat his enemy, but also risk injuring innocents.

He took a deep breath, synchronizing his heartbeat with the rhythm of the flames he was about to unleash. A translucent red gem on the tip of his staff began to glow. It was a magic amplifier he had obtained from an ancient fire spirit, capable of elevating his fire magic to a new level.

Ling Xiao began to chant softly. The spell was ancient and mysterious, each syllable seeming to be drawn from the heart of fire. As the spell continued, the temperature around him began to rise, and the leaves rustled, as if answering his call. The red gem atop his staff glowed brighter and brighter, eventually becoming as dazzling as a miniature sun.

But Ling Xiao didn't stop. He had to control the flames, to ensure they didn't get out of control. He concentrated, channeling his willpower into the flames, making them more precise and fierce. Under his control, the flames followed the vine spirit's every move like a well-trained hound, giving it no chance to breathe.

Each of Ling Xiao's swings was accompanied by a new ray of flame. These rays intertwined in the air, forming a web of flames that trapped the vine spirit. The web of flames began to shrink, and the vine spirit struggled within, but could not escape the flames' bond. Ling Xiao's control reached its peak; he could even feel the trembling of each vine and the leap of each flame.

Mutated Unknown Copper Coin, the Source of the Disaster

Strange Curse Silver Coin Mysterious Realm

Filthy Seed Suffering Gold Coin Abyss Gap

The three levels correspond one to one.

Mutants are monsters that mutate after being eroded by the abyss's breath. They are the largest in number and the most widespread in range. They are unable to resist the changes but are not taken seriously by the abyss, so they mutate on their own.

The strange species is a strange existence formed by the remaining original energy competing with the abyss.
In addition to being ultimately corrupted by the first two, the Filthy Ones are also the chosen ones of other abysses.

Ordinary, Elite, Leader, Overlord, Ancestor

[Trigger mission: Axia's fighting challenge! ]

[Axia's Fighting Challenge (to be accepted)]

[Explanation: Raised in Yalan Town, Axia is unaware of her Ice Elf bloodline, but her talent for magic, especially ice magic, has already been revealed! As an outsider recognized by the Satyrs, do you have the confidence to defeat this proud girl in a magic duel?]

[Content: Learn and successfully cast the three ice spells demonstrated by Axia (Ice Spike Trap, Ice Crystal Shield, Myriad Cold Lights) [0/3]; achieve perfect casting of one of them; achieve perfect casting of two of them...]

[Reward: Second-tier Experience Group*; Excellent Status [Ice Element Affinity]; Axia Limited Talent [Frost Radiance]]

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