League of Legends

Chapter 807: The Power of Siyuan

They set off, heading north and then west.

The ice sheet under his feet turned into lifeless frozen soil.

Their boots crunched against the petrified wasteland, covered only by a sprinkling of lichen.

Here, it seems to be even more desolate than the ice field, and the breath of life is extremely weak.

The old man's mood, like the surrounding environment, was bleak and desolate, even sad.But Kegan was the same, stoic, uncomplaining, but also joyless.

"What did you say the other day." Keegan shuffled along beside the old man: "It sounds like you're lying."

The old man turned his head slightly, his face covered in the shadow of the hood: "I have done many things, and not all of them are glorious, but I have never deceived anyone."

Kegan snorted, not sure if it was an apology: "Well, maybe it's not a lie, it's more like...a legend?"

While looking at him, the old man continued to walk forward: "Speak."

"That's the place. There was an empire. You said that kingdom was destroyed many years ago." Kegan pointed to the distance, which was blocked by a series of majestic mountains.

The old man knew what Kegan meant. "Shurima? What's wrong?"

"You said that there has never been frost and snow in that place, nor will it freeze." Kegan laughed, as if telling a joke: "Master, I'm not as easy to deceive as you think."

The old man realized that the savage's curiosity dispelled the gloom in his heart, and he couldn't help smiling.

"I didn't lie to you." The old man stood still and pointed to the south: "It's very far to the south. It takes hundreds of days to walk across another ocean. The land there..."

How do you explain the desert to someone who has only experienced winter?

The old man was a little troubled.

"...the soil there is hot dust. No one knows what snow is. The sun beats down relentlessly. Even the rain is rarely windy. So the earth is longing for rain day after day."

Kegan stared at the old man with a look in his eyes, as if he was doubting what the old man said.

This kind of expression, the old man has seen in the eyes of many people all his life, including lonely children and frail adults.

"A land that has never been touched by Anivia..." Kegan murmured, "But is the world really that big? So big that a person can walk for so long without seeing the end?"

"The fact is that there are still some continents that are not frozen in the world, and you will gradually know that there are few places that are as cold as the Freljord."

The rest of the journey was the same as before.

"Shouldn't you teach me something?"

One day, Kegan asked the old man.

The old man raised his eyebrows: "Really?"

The old man always had this expression, as if he was saying that his apprentice was bothering him even if he was only alive.

They had been together for several months, and Kegan was getting used to it.Yes, becoming the old man's apprentice was a few months ago.

Scratching his dirty hair with his hands, pulling the ivory ornaments his mother had braided into his hair from his face, Kegan muttered, hoping to say something that would interest his master.

But the old man didn't intend to answer at all, so Kegan had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue to ask: "Then... can we get to where we are going today?"

The old man shook his head: "No, it may not be possible to go for a few weeks."

The old man didn't seem to be joking: "Besides, you have experienced more difficulties in controlling your talents than I imagined."

Kegan didn't know what to say.

Sometimes, keeping silent is the only way to avoid looking stupid or impatient.He did, and it seemed to work.

The old man went on: "You have talent, it is true. You are born with this ability. But you see magic as an external resistance, and you must give up this idea. It does not need to be tamed." , just need... a slight push. I have been observing you, when you plan to use magic, what you want is to transform it according to your own will, what you want is to control."

Keegan was confused.

"But that's the way magic is. My mother has always done it that way. When she wants to do something with magic, magic happens."

The old man's cheeks twitched, but fortunately he suppressed his anger.

"You don't need to make magic happen. It's there. The primordial force of creation is all around us. You don't have to capture magic and drive it to your will. You just have to...encourage it..."

As the old man spoke, he gestured with his hands: "Guide the magic to flow along the path you want."

The old man's hands seemed to be kneading a ball of clay.

A weak chirp sounded in the air, the tone was continuous and harmonious.

The energy turned into mist and coiled between the old man's fingers, slowly gathering together strand by strand.

A few streams of mist meandered out from the sphere in the middle, like wriggling life, boiling and wrapping around his shoulder-colored hands.

"There are always people in the world who study magic with a brute force, trying to find a way to force their will into this primordial power. Although clumsy, it is effective. It's just slow and the effect is limited. Kegan, you don't have to be so rude, I didn't shape this ball with magic, I just encouraged them to converge into a sphere, do you understand?"

"I understand." Kegan admitted, "But it's not the same as understanding."

The old man nodded and sighed: "Some people are as hard as iron, or have limited imagination. They can arrange the magical energy flowing between the interfaces, and transform and control magic according to their own abilities. They are like coming from the wall. The crack in the roof saw the sunlight outside, and marveled at the sight of the light seeping into the dark cell. But they could have gone outside and marveled in the blinding daylight.

Speaking of this, the old man's tone was a bit deep: "Kegan, your mother is such a mage. Through repeated rituals and inherent customs, she touched the corner of magic. But everything she did, also included All the people who relied on rituals, magic tools, and spell books just erected a barrier to isolate themselves from purer power."

Kegan looked at the sphere in the old man's hand, a little puzzled by the old man's meaning.

"Young man, listen to this secret." The old man said lightly.

"I'm listening." Kegan nodded.

"Magic longs to be used." The old man said, "It's all around us, radiating from the fragments left behind from the original creation, and it longs to be driven. This is the real challenge on the road we're traveling together. Waiting for you Realize what magic desires, and how urgent it is, when the time comes, the difficulty will not be how to start harnessing magic, but knowing when to stop."

The old man opened his hands and gently pushed the sphere of surging energy towards Kegan.

Kegan cautiously stretched out his hand to take it, but as soon as his fingers touched the surface of the sphere, the magical energy dissipated.

"You will master it." The old man looked at Kegan: "But you must also understand."

A little bit of industry-university-research research.

(End of this chapter)