What's wrong with me, a mage, loving to farm?

Chapter 110. Ether Moss, Leaf of the Illusory Moon

The pale white branches of the Orpheus Swan Recorder Tree had penetrated deep into Mil's wound.

But... it never managed to poke its head out.

Based on its length, it definitely exceeds three or four meters. How could that be the depth that an ordinary person's body should have?

Not to mention, as the branch went deeper, its astral body revealed that something had been attracted to it and had stuck to its body.

It not only stuck to it, but also tried to assimilate it.

Can a level 4 magical plant be assimilated?

Kroya found it unbelievable, but it was true; the Orpheus Swan Flute Tree was in great pain, and even its music was discordant.

This situation will obviously cause some problems if it continues.

Without any hesitation, he ordered, "Come back!"

First, there is indeed danger inside.

Secondly, something was wrong with Mil; his body started twitching, his eyes started rolling, and he was showing very obvious reactions.

Thirdly... bringing it out now is a good opportunity to see exactly what is trying to assimilate the branches of the Swan Recorder Tree.

Under Kroya's command, the tree branch slowly rose, initially emanating a magical power that appeared as a liquid solid.

To be honest, this magic is actually quite pure.

It's the kind of thing that he can easily separate and stabilize, then store in the Swan Recorder Tree for use.

But Kroya didn't pay attention. He stared intently at the branch, and as more of it was pulled out, the originally white branch began to change color.

An extremely deep blue-purple halo was attached to it.

It was viscous and kept dripping down, like blood.

At this stage, the distance has been reduced to about ten meters, and the remaining five or six meters are the key.

Kroa stared intently.

Sure enough, as the last section of the branch was pulled out, there was a fleeting spatial fluctuation, and at the same time, some moss appeared.

That was also blue-purple moss.

It presents a semi-transparent elemental structure that looks extremely small, almost as if it were stuck to the tree branch.

It continuously draws upon the magic of the Orpheus Swan Flute Tree, and it is gradually becoming more abundant.

It looks like an inflated balloon.

"This is..." Kroa sensed that it was drawing on the magic around it, not only the magic of the Swan Flute Tree, but also the magic that was floating and dispersing in the air.

Moreover, the absorption speed is extremely fast, almost like an energy-absorbing magic circle.

The all-powerful Astral Imprinting technique provides the answer—Etheric Moss.

"ether?"

Kroya gasped and quickly grabbed the astral crystal bottle, using physical means to put the tiny piece of moss, no bigger than a fingertip, inside.

Once the lid was put on, it immediately fell silent.

"Huff, huff, huff." Kroya took several deep breaths to calm down, his eyes shining as he stared at the moss inside the small bottle.

Ether Moss!

If it really is the ether he knows, then he's incredibly lucky.

In the early stages of a mage's learning, they must learn some basic knowledge about planes: as we all know, there are countless sub-elemental planes in the world, representing all kinds of magical elements.

What land, water, fire, wind, light, darkness...

However, these are all variations of magical elements, which have long been explored by mages, and many introductions and explanations have been left behind.

There is one particular realm that the sorcerers call the "etheric realm," which is exceptionally mysterious. Very few people have entered it, and the records left behind are extremely scarce.

It is said to be a special dimension that surrounds all planes but cannot be entered at will, yet it truly exists.

It contains absolutely pure magical elements, without any attributes, just pure magic.

Simply put, it's the same as magic crystals.

The most common type of magic crystal has no tendency to have any elemental properties.

Yet, this most basic, attribute-less magic is precisely the cornerstone of the entire mage civilization.

"Is it really moss from the etheric realm?"

He still couldn't quite believe that he had obtained the moss from the Ether Realm so easily.

Also, why is there moss from the etheric realm inside the crack on Mir's body? Is it because this crack is connected to the etheric realm?

If that's the case, Mir will definitely be imprisoned and dissected by the archmages.

A stable entrance to the etheric realm is like a pure magical energy vein that will never run dry. The consequences of infinite magical energy are simply unimaginable.

A multitude of complex thoughts flashed through my mind in an instant.

He rubbed his temples to calm himself down.

After glancing at the unusually docile Ether Moss inside the bottle, he asked Mil, "How do you feel right now?"

The latter had stopped convulsing and replied with some confusion, "I feel very comfortable, and my body isn't in as much pain as before."

"Really? Is it because the magic was extracted?"

"It might be." Mir hesitated a bit. "As you know, after contracting this disease, you can feel yourself being devoured and eroded at all times."

But now I feel relaxed, I don't feel that way anymore.

"Is that so?" Chloe said thoughtfully, then said, "Then I'll proceed with the second step. I'll have it draw magic from your wound."

If you feel unwell, stop immediately.

He planned to try to drain the magic completely, then see what was inside and whether there really was a spatial rift.

Mil nodded: "Okay."

Without saying much, Kroya personally resonated his magic with the Orpheus Swan Flute Tree, which once again extended its branches to Mil's wound.

This time, however, it didn't go deep; instead, it slowly began to absorb the magic within.

Strands of blue light were extracted from within, and after being separated and stabilized by Kroya, they flowed like a gentle melody toward the mouthpiece and finger holes of the Swan Recorder Tree.

They each occupied a separate finger hole, not merging with the already flowing water magic and solar magic.

One second, two seconds...

One minute, two minutes...

Time passed slowly, and the Orpheus Swan Recorder Tree continued to absorb magic at a steady pace.

Mir's expression grew increasingly relaxed.

A relieved smile even appeared on his face.

Kroya receives feedback every half minute:

"I feel good!"

"I don't feel any pain inside my body anymore."

"Ah! By the Holy Spirit!"

At this point, the total amount of magic power absorbed by the Orpheus Swan Flute Tree should have exceeded the amount of magic power of a hundred magic crystals.

The magic within the gash across Mir's back was slowly decreasing, and his spine and internal organs were now clearly visible deep within the wound.

"Continue." Kroya felt they were getting close to the truth.

He continued to let the Orpheus Swan Flute Tree draw magic from him, and after a few more minutes, the "level" of magic seemed to have reached its lowest point.

Just as he was peeking out to see what was going on inside...

Suddenly, an extremely violent magical power erupted from within.

In an instant, the cracks were filled, not only more than before, but also more violent, like a surging tide.

With a groan, Mir collapsed to the ground in agony, writhing and convulsing.

Seeing its friend struggling in agony, the Phantom Cloud Serpent mustered its courage and pleaded with Kroya, "Master, please help him!"

Faced with this situation, Kroya calmed down instead: "So it still doesn't work?"

If the truth were so easy to uncover, they wouldn't have released Mir so easily.

He sighed helplessly. He would definitely help, but it was his own fault that things had turned out this way.

Kroya bent down and placed her hand on Mil's back. Her own magic formed an orange melody, pulsating with tranquility and joy.

The music pulsed and flowed into Mir's body.

An orange glow flowed through his veins, surging into the area around the crack on his back as if alive.

In essence, this means that Kroya is using her own magic to soothe the raging magic.

Of course, he also made a backup plan—the crystal bottle containing the Void Moon Divine Tree was brought over, and while calming the magic power, Kroya transferred the excessively violent magic power into the Void Moon Divine Tree through himself.

The sacred tree, standing quietly inside the bottle, welcomes all who come.

Moreover, no matter how violent the magic is, it will completely calm down after flowing into its branches, becoming the fuel that fills them.

Because it inherently possesses the ability to suppress restless magic, after all, its name is "The Trembling Sound of Calming the Sea".

that's it,

While calming the magic, Kroya threw all the surging, turbulent magic into the Void Moon Divine Tree.

During this process, due to the influence of his magic, he was inevitably able to sense more things—there should indeed be a spatial rift deep within the rift in Mil.

However, the shape of the spatial rift is somewhat strange.

It seems to be constantly spreading magic, but instead of expanding it, it transforms the surrounding "environment" to make itself more comfortable.

If anything disrupts the balance of these magical forces, it will immediately erupt and refill the cracks with magic.

"Is it alive?" Chloe couldn't help but mutter a few words.

He could sense that the spatial rift seemed to be enjoying the magical harmony he had created with the Serenade and the Swan Recorder Tree.

They didn't even care about his underhanded ways of taking advantage of people.

However, this situation did not last long.

About half an hour later, his magic was rejected, and the cracks in Mir's wounds completely stabilized.

It disappeared completely, as if it had vanished into thin air.

Kroa could only withdraw her magic, glancing at the Void Moon Divine Tree with a hint of lingering reluctance.

"This time the harvest was quite substantial... Hmm?"

He suddenly noticed a crescent-shaped leaf on the branch of the Void Moon Divine Tree that had become completely lit.

It conveyed a thought—

"Help me..."

"Knowledge……"

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