Panlong, magnetic field rotation

Chapter 104: Destiny Scroll
"Is this my predetermined fate..."

The lucky eighth-level magical beast, the Golden Sun Eagle, regained its freedom because its master died together with the black dragon.

Under Lin En's silent observation, he gradually grew old and lost his spirit. On a cold and snowy night, he fell into a deep sleep and never woke up again.

Lin En hid his body, drawing and recording while feeling deeply.

But when he noticed the grown-up descendants of the Golden Sun Eagle, he had a different idea.

Is the Golden Sun Eagle really lucky? I'm afraid not!
"If its master, that peak ninth-level warrior, hadn't died that day, it wouldn't have regained its freedom. With the Black Dragon here, it wouldn't have been a problem for them to join forces and kill another ninth-level wind-type magical beast. If the Golden Sun Eagle devoured a ninth-level magic crystal core, perhaps it could break through and become a ninth-level magical beast, greatly increasing its lifespan. If the timeline continues to lengthen and its master becomes a Holy Domain warrior, the Golden Sun Eagle might also have the opportunity to obtain a Holy Domain magical beast crystal core, potentially becoming a Holy Domain magical beast and achieving immortality."

"But these are all speculations. There are only three spots available for humans to contract with magical beasts. Perhaps its owner will terminate the master-servant contract and kill it in the future, using the remaining spot to contract a new ninth-level magical beast. After all, devouring a high-level magical beast's core to break through isn't a 100% guarantee of success."

"Even though I'm dying of old age now, at least I'm sure my bloodline will continue. It's really hard to say which fate line is better."

A series of thoughts emerged in Lin En's mind, simulating countless possible destinies of the Golden Sun Eagle. The soul power of the divine clone felt quite strenuous, and he had a slight headache. He felt more and more amazed by the mystery and vastness of fate.

The fate of the Golden Sun Eagle was entangled in Lin En's soul ocean like a ball of wool, complicated and unpredictable. He was immersed in this state for more than ten days before he woke up and came to the conclusion.

"In the final analysis, once dead, you're dead. This is its predetermined fate. What you do in between may change endlessly, but in the end, you still have to die. There's no point in discussing it. Reality cannot be reversed."

Lin En muttered to himself, his thoughts were as condensed as a knife, and the countless threads of fate entangled in the ocean of soul were cut off with ease!

The thoughts that had troubled him were suddenly refreshed, the soul of the divine incarnation was invigorated, and his understanding of the rules of fate became clearer.

"It's really not easy for me, the clone of the God of Destiny, to cultivate."

Lin En felt emotional in his heart. He had only in recent years experienced the difficulty of cultivation for most god-level strongmen with mediocre talents.

Although being able to become a god independently has surpassed countless saints and mortals, in the supreme plane, the divine plane is meaningless. The streets are full of lower-level gods, and they are not rare at all. The talent gap can only be compared with other gods. Anyone who compares himself with those below the god level is a huge joke.

"It's time to go and start a new journey of destiny."

Lin En smiled indifferently and left the Forest of Death without any regrets.

In the days that followed, Lin En traveled alone across the continent, just like he did in his first journey. He was neither high-profile nor deliberately hiding himself. He carefully observed the fate trajectories of countless lives, and from every bit of the years, he searched for the ripples of his own destiny.

……

Spring flowers and autumn fruits cycle around, and the years are like a lingering song.

Time flies like water.

Lin En's incarnation of the God of Destruction and the incarnation of the God of Destiny traveled in the Magnolia Plane and settled there for 100,000 years. During this period, he never stopped recording and painting what he saw and heard, to assist in the understanding of the rules of destiny and practice.

In the north of Qingya Continent, there is Windmill City adjacent to the coast.

Standing on the signal tower at the top of the magic tower, looking into the distance.

In a cold sea shrouded in white mist, scattered snow-capped peaks drift with the waves, occasionally colliding and stirring up huge waves.

In the eastern area of ​​Windmill City, there is a quiet courtyard. Although it looks ordinary from the outside, it is actually very special.

Flowers have bloomed and faded for thousands of years, but the owner of this house has remained the same.

It is said that human travelers who have come from afar will occasionally go out, for a period of time ranging from a few years to dozens or even hundreds of years, and will eventually come back.

Although he did not have much contact with the residents of the city, mostly buying daily food and small items, he became well-known over time.

In this world, as long as you live long enough, no one can ignore you, especially after it is confirmed that more than five hundred years have passed, the meaning is different.

"Da da da……"

A series of rapid horse hoof sounds came from far away. The two seventh-level magical beasts - Snow Spirit Horses were responsible for pulling the cart.

Its fur is pure snow-white, its hairs are delicate, soft and silky, and it feels like fine silk when touched. Its sapphire-like eyes are bright and spiritual. It is a rare mount for nobles.

The elves, humans, goblins, and orcs on the roadside all made way ahead. They could not afford to offend this great noble.

When I looked at the fluttering blue family flag, on which was embroidered a pattern of two golden snakes entwined around a sword with a ruby-studded handle, I couldn't help but feel surprised and excited.

"The flag of the Orcutt family!"

"He must be here to see Master Lin!"

When passersby recognized the identity of the carriage representative, their faces changed slightly and their eyes were filled with a hint of awe.

The carriage stopped in front of the door, and under the curious gaze of passers-by, the carriage door slowly opened.

A beautiful girl came out wearing a dark blue dress, golden wavy hair, and skin as white as milk and glowing with light.

She has a graceful figure, stands tall and slender, has a noble and elegant temperament, and has a standing hair on her head, which makes her very cute and lively.

"Dong~dong~"

Cecilia walked to the gate of the yard in blue high heels, reached out and knocked gently, a hint of nervousness on her flawless face.

Wait for a few seconds...

"crunch~"

The door opened automatically, but there was no one behind it, as if it had been blown open by the wind.

Seeing this, Cecilia walked straight in. The two maids accompanying her were about to follow, but she stopped them and said in an unquestionable tone, "You can just wait outside."

The two older maids looked at each other, nodded respectfully and responded, "Yes, Miss."

Cecilia went into the yard, closing the door behind her.

She looked carefully at the residence of the rumored god-level powerful being.

I had thought of many possibilities before the visit, but I was still quite curious when I first arrived. A pair of beautiful and clear eyes, like the blue ocean, sparkled with amazement.

The courtyard is spacious, but it does not feel empty at all. Tall pine, cypress and maple trees stand tall, and their branches and leaves rustle in the mountain breeze, making a soft sound.

The path is paved with gravel, and several stone lanterns are placed on both sides of the path.

There were elegant flowers planted in the flower beds. Some of them Cecilia had seen before and were also cultivated in her family's garden, but many of them were completely unfamiliar to her and must be very rare and precious.

A red-painted wooden plank was built along the pond, and the stone lamps were emitting a faint yellow light, illuminating the blooming flowers and plants around it.

The breeze carried a hint of the ocean's moisture, the fresh scent of wisteria and the rich fragrance of flowers. Countless golden and red carp swam in the clear, turquoise waters of the pond, playing along the lights on the shore.

The lush green bamboo and deep green banana trees rustled and swayed in the wind.

While admiring it, Cecilia thought to herself, "This doesn't seem like the style of the Qingya Continent."

The rumored identity of this adult was further confirmed, but he also became more nervous.

There was a clean stone platform in the courtyard, on which was placed a scroll as white as dreamy silk. Even with the eyes of Cecilia, a noble lady, she had no idea what material it was made of.

A black-haired young man wearing a moon-white robe with cloud patterns is concentrating on depicting the long river of time with a pen.

Seeing this, Cecilia's already slow steps became even more cautious. She moved closer little by little and stood half a meter away to observe.

The moment her eyes fell on the scroll, she couldn't help but widen her beautiful eyes and her mind began to become hazy.

The painting of the four seasons unfolds slowly in time, and every stroke of the black-haired young man is filled with the charm of nature.

In this long river of time, nature is like a peerless dancer, using mountains and rivers as her stage and the four seasons as her rhythm, performing the cyclical and touching dance of life.

As the spring rain arrives, the green branches gradually wake up under the gentle caress, sprouting tender green buds and blooming with vitality.

The summer sun is scorching and the heat is steaming. Nourished by the sunshine, all things stretch towards the sky and take root in the earth, depicting the splendor of life.

The red leaves in the autumn frost are like shy girls, touched by the tenderness of the autumn frost and dyed with gorgeous colors, from light red to dark red, from mottled to intense.

The winter snow is white and the earth is covered with silver. In the silence, it seems to have covered the earth with a thick quilt, allowing all things to accumulate energy in the cold and wait for the call of the spring sunshine.

"It's magnificent... This is nature... My destiny is before me..."

Cecilia was mesmerized, lost in the magnificent, magnificent, and vast epic of mountains, rivers, and time. This intense shock struck her deepest soul! The hair on her head was throbbing!

"what."

Lin En put down his pen and raised his head, looking at Cecilia with a slightly surprised expression.

Wisps of the power of fate, minute by minute, lingered around the girl, like a trickle of water flowing into the ocean of her soul. Her mental strength rapidly increased, as if she had taken a tonic...

"It seems he has good talent..."

Lynn thought to herself, without disturbing Cecilia, but just watching her quietly.

Time passed quickly, the sun set, and the sky over Windmill City gradually darkened. The maids and knight guards waiting outside the house couldn't help but feel anxious. They looked at each other, hesitating whether to go in and see the young lady, but they held back when they thought of the rumors.

Night falls...

The two maids looked at the closed door and had no choice but to pray silently in their hearts that the young lady was okay.

This wait lasted for eleven days.

In Windmill City, the news that the eldest daughter of the Orcutt family had entered Lord Lynn's house and had not come out for eleven days had spread. Various forces had different thoughts but did not dare to act rashly. They all sent people to observe in secret.

A breeze blew through the courtyard, ruffling Cecilia's hair.

A slight chill brought Cecilia's consciousness back to normal, and she immediately felt her mental strength as strong as a burning flame, but her body was a little weak, and her feet were numb. It seemed that she had been standing for too long and her blood circulation was not smooth. After all, she majored in wind magic and great prophecy, and the cultivation of a warrior's body and fighting spirit was only auxiliary.

"So hungry..."

Cecilia frowned, but was soon replaced by surprise. She carefully sensed her own state and found that her mental strength, which was originally at the mid-level of seventh level, had reached the eighth level, leaping across an entire realm!
A seventeen-year-old eighth-level magician!
This age and strength have broken the official records of all major magic academies in history!

Moreover, Cecilia could feel that she now had a very special understanding of the Great Prophecy. She could easily perform the mysterious, high-threshold, and difficult-to-master fate magic, and could even use it in actual combat. This was a world of difference from her previous state of stumbling and not being able to get to the point.

At this moment, the familiar young man's faint laughter sounded in her ears, "You have been enlightened for a full eleven days without any food during this period. Of course you will feel hungry."

Cecilia's cheeks flushed, and she opened her mouth slightly to say something, when she saw Lin En conjure up a roast chicken out of thin air and threw it at her.

"Space Ring."

Cecilia quickly took the roast chicken, but her eyes noticed the black ring on Lin En's hand. She understood in her heart that although she didn't have it, she had seen it from the Holy Land ancestor in her family.

Lin En smiled and said, "Eat something first."

He lowered his head and admired the painting by himself. In the poetic and picturesque courtyard, stood a beautiful and graceful blonde girl.

For him, observing and recording other people's sudden realization of their destiny is very interesting in itself, and of course he would not miss it, so he was in a very happy mood at the moment.

"Thank you, sir..."

Cecilia began to eat in small bites. Her beautiful eyes became brighter and brighter, and the ahoge on her head swayed. She felt a sense of surprise in her heart.

The roast chicken was tender and juicy, and the spices used were just right. It was simply perfect. She had never eaten food of this quality since she was a child.

As a pampered aristocratic lady, Cecilia had even eaten the meat of a ninth-level magical beast, but it was nothing compared to the roasted chicken in her mouth. The difference was too huge.

After eating the roast chicken, Cecilia felt more comfortable than ever before. Her whole body was warm, as if she had endless energy. Even her physical fitness had been significantly improved. Even her secondary cultivation of fighting spirit had reached the seventh level of warrior!
"What the hell did I eat roast chicken..."

Cecilia's heart was filled with ripples, and she felt a bit incredible and dazed. She didn't know that becoming stronger could be so easy.

"Is this the foundation of a god-level powerhouse..."

Cecilia was shocked and felt relieved. Suddenly, her cheeks flushed and she remembered something. She took out a handkerchief from the pocket hidden in her skirt and wiped her red lips. She bowed to Lin En and said gratefully, "Thank you, Master Lin En, for saving me two years ago and giving me such great help this time!"

Lin En said calmly, "You don't have to thank me for what happened last time. Those people sought death on their own, and I just took advantage of it."

Two years ago, by chance, I met Cecilia who was being hunted.

Because the assassin leader showed a hint of murderous intent towards him, a passerby, the magnetic field sensed it, so he wiped out the entire group of enemies.

It doesn't matter what the reason is.

Lin En would never let go of anyone who showed murderous intentions towards him, no matter who they were.

And his action also changed Cecilia's fate.

Otherwise, she would not have been able to withstand the disaster two years ago with her strength at that time.

(End of this chapter)