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

Chapter 318. The Sun Ritual, An Unexpected Divine Artifact

The enormous island and the Eye of Ternas buried deep within it both stung Kroya's mental energy, a feeling he had experienced before when he peeked into the Red Dragon's inherited memories.

This situation indicates that the magical beast or magical plant he is "observing" is exceptionally powerful, and... may not be very friendly.

As he walked here, he could even feel the Eye of Ternas repelling him. It didn't directly use its powerful force to drive him away, but it conveyed a sense of disgust and expulsion.

To be honest, it's quite novel.

To this day, all the magical plants that Kroya has encountered have been "pampered" by him. He has never encountered one that so openly resists him, which makes him find it rather interesting.

This might be the same as those domineering CEO dramas I watched before I traveled through time—

"Eye of Ternas, you have caught my attention!"

In a great mood, he said something that Tréden couldn't understand. Although the little prince didn't understand it, he still wrote it down, thinking it was pretty cool.

After figuring it out, Kroya wasn't in a hurry anymore; the Tower Spirit would need a while to prepare the things.

He decided to stroll around with Treden, and also had some questions that the mermaid prince could answer.

"What exactly is this deep sea you're talking about?"

"I can sense that there is still a very special power here, related to time."

Kroya reached out as if he had grasped something. In his fair palm was a small, peculiar, completely solidified stream of water. If it weren't for the golden magic force holding it in place, it would probably have completely dissipated by now.

"The deep sea... is actually the world suppressed by the illusory god. You should know about the Mercury Sea, right? It has some similarities with that one. Both are fragments left over from ancient times and fantasy."

Treden really wanted to explain, but unfortunately, he had lived on Reef Island since birth and had never properly read those obscure and difficult books.

According to the Merfolk's concept of time, there's no urgency whether he reads it or not, so what he knows now is still a part of the Merfolk royal family's inherited memories—a part he just dug out.

He racked his brains, but could only think of some unimportant things: "Normally these things are buried in the stagnant currents of the deep sea. Only we mermaid royalty have the ability to communicate with the Void God and summon these things out."

Kroya could tell from his expression that he was going through a lot of trouble.

He patted Treden's head helplessly: "The Merfolk are the race that has done the best in terms of bloodline inheritance. Your bloodline contains the knowledge left by your ancestors and powerful beings of all generations. This knowledge is enough for you to deal with everything."

You must study hard, otherwise if your mother comes looking for me, I will definitely hand you over!

He was actually a little envious and jealous of these races; their inherited knowledge was simply the most perfect classic text, and even the experience of giving birth could be found in it.

"..."

The thought of being dragged back to read books by his mother gave Treden a headache, and his mind became very clear.

"Why don't you come and take a look with me?" Treden's eyes lit up as he said this. "Teacher, if it were you, Father and the Goddess would definitely agree!"

"..." Kroya was even more speechless: "That's the inherited knowledge of your mermaid race, and you want me to see it with you?"

—Actually, he had considered using the Celestial Spirit Imprint Technique to spy on Treden's merfolk heritage a long time ago, but he immediately gave up.

Peeping into someone's legacy is going too far, even if it were just for his research. But Treden is now both his apprentice and his friend, and it's really embarrassing for him to be eyeing someone else's legacy.

“Yes,” Treden said dismissively, “In fact, even my father invited a scholar to help him sort out that extremely complex knowledge of the lineage.”

Of course, that scholar is still being held in the merfolk's capital city, which I won't go into with Kroya; people are different, after all.

After hearing what he said, Kroya was actually a little tempted.

"Alright, I'll help you organize the knowledge after I've resolved this matter." He wasn't one to be coy, and since he had been invited and was curious, he decided to join in.

Now his relationship with Treden doesn't need to be so formal anymore.

……

In the time that followed, Kroya conducted a detailed survey of the island, waiting for the Tower Spirit to deliver the materials.

Based on the apparent survey results, this island is particularly suitable for holding ceremonies related to the sun, as the bright sunlight is drawn towards the island as it rises.

It's like there's some kind of natural magic circle that attracts sunlight.

On this spot, Kroa even had a feeling of being extremely close to the sun, a feeling only found on floating islands in outer space—if Treden hadn't been born under the sunlight brought by Kroa, he would have jumped into the sea to cool off by now.

The Eye of Ternas still rejected his deeper exploration, but it did not show obvious resistance after he revealed his intention to hold a ceremony there.

So Kroya had a brief conversation with it and decided to complete the ritual of making the midday sun iron first, and then deal with the rest.

After the construction crew of the thieving molehills delivered the materials and completed the construction, he planned to begin his own ritual—

The sunflower, dressed in a magnificent robe woven from sunlight, stood before the altar.

Inside the altar were placed legendary metals and sacred oils, and behind it stood two neat rows of Kaba beasts.

To be honest, the scene was a little comical. Even though the sunflower tried its best to straighten up, it still looked out of place wearing a human robe. Kabamon stood there blankly, its small eyes unmoving, chewing on metal.

Even though lamps burning with sacred oil were arranged around the altar and the entire altar was covered with magical patterns, it still looked quite comical. The combination of sacred solemnity and absurdity with comicality created a kind of grotesque beauty.

It is indeed bizarre, but that is enough to complete the rituals required for the midday sun iron.

Kroa was standing directly above the altar, trying his best to catch the sunlight and pass it on through his power and the prayers of the sunflower and the Kabamon.

This step is actually the priest praying, and then the gods bestow divine power.

Such rituals often involve preparing the materials and then using the power of the gods as a catalyst to achieve a magical transformation from decay—in a sense, they are similar to alchemy.

After all, even the most powerful god cannot create things out of thin air at any time and place. Believers and priests must prepare the necessary items before He takes the final step.

The sunflowers released the power of faith, while the Kabamon chewed on their food expressionlessly.

Wisps of iridescent light flowed into the grease-coated metal inside the altar, causing a very special magical reaction, and white mist rose up like clouds.

The midday sun over the ocean was drawn to the islands and altar, flowing over like rivers into the sea. This time, it wasn't just a simple tilt; it directly absorbed all the sunlight.

The dazzling sunlight flowed across the island like water, passing through the gradually brightening patterns, scorching away all the seabed silt and barnacle grime.

The true foundation of this island—a crystal-clear foundation—is gradually emerging, accompanied by the rhythm of life.

The surrounding sea turned completely dark. The sea, devoid of sunlight, was cold and gloomy, and the darkness spread like a deathly silence. As the area without sunlight became more and more vast, Treden sensed that something was wrong.

He gazed at the gleaming orb atop the altar and cried out, "Professor Kroya, tens of thousands of hectares of sea have been without sunlight!"

"I know," Kroya's calm voice came through. "My ritual is underway and I cannot leave. Go and help me maintain life in the sea using magic."

A ray of sunlight was separated by Kroya and sent directly to Treden, forming a circular halo that looked no bigger than the palm of a hand, but contained an extremely terrifying vitality.

Hearing Kroya's voice still carrying the calm and collected air of someone in complete control, Treden simply agreed, instantly transforming his lower body into a mermaid form, and jumped directly into the sea with the ring in his hand.

Beneath the cold, dark sea, sunlight gradually spread out, nourishing and warming the creatures of the sea under the mermaid prince's control. Countless fish swam around him, as if dancing gracefully, their shimmering scales reflecting the light, creating a magnificent spectacle.

"Thank goodness. If so many marine creatures had died because of me, the sun would be covered in dust. Sacrifices are not an option."

Noticing Treden's actions, Kroya breathed a sigh of relief, his gaze piercing through the gradually revealed crystal-like ground and connecting directly with the consciousness deep within.

For a moment, Kroya felt as if she had been burned.

For the first time, he felt the sun's light was so intense, as if it would completely melt his soul and consciousness, ultimately turning him into a pile of ashes.

"You've absorbed the power I summoned and interfered with my ritual. What exactly are you trying to do?" Kroya stared directly at the sunflower, as bright as crystal. "You think I can't destroy you?"

He truly couldn't understand the creature's logic; he had clearly stated that all he needed to do was use this place to complete the ritual, and it had agreed.

Now it has actually affected his ritual and absorbed so much sunlight, turning the sea into a dark place. Does it really think he is easy to bully?

The enormous sunflower before him, truly dazzling like the sun, seemed to know it had made a mistake; it conveyed a message:

"My descendants are here."

"I want to help it."

"Ascension to godhood..."

The last two words seem to carry a kind of obsession, an indescribable feeling, as if it were its greatest wish in this life, and it would do anything to fulfill this wish.

"You mean you want to help it ascend to godhood?" Kroya immediately understood, looking at the sunflower wearing a robe and holding the Iron Scripture. "What power do you have to help it ascend to godhood?"

In fact, Kroya was preparing a plan to elevate the sunflower to godhood. Now, in the North, the West he occupied, and all the places his power could reach, faith was flowing to the sunflower.

Faith is a powerful force; quantity is important, but quality is even more important—and coincidentally, the territory of Kroya now has both truly devout fanatics—those apprentices—and ordinary people who, every morning, upon waking up and looking at the sunflowers planted outside, routinely pray and burn incense.

The sheer quantity and quality of that pure yet peculiar faith were astounding, yet it was firmly suppressed and not used by the sunflower. However, the overall power reserve was absolutely sufficient for the sunflower to ignite the divine fire and ascend to godhood—even if it was only the lowest level of weak divine power.

"Why do you want it to become a god?"

"Just because of your obsession, your obsession with not being able to ascend to godhood?"

Once she came to her senses, Kroya suddenly had a great idea.

He stared at the giant sunflower with a more serious, even stern, gaze and reprimanded, "It is your offspring, but not a tool for you to fulfill your obsessive desires."

I promised it that there would always be a place for it in my garden, and all choices I made would be for its happiness and its own consent.

He scoffed, "Ha, you have no ability yourself, so you expect your descendants to fulfill your wishes. What a waste."

The irony was palpable—the giant sunflower instantly turned a deep red, accompanied by a surge of angry, panting mental energy, as if it were a physical body and would be panting heavily right now.

During its time on the Ark, it was a super magical plant cultivated by the Titan King and the Goddess of Life using fragments of the Sun God. It can be said that since its creation, it has been the ultimate destination that 99% of life can reach.

Not to mention that it also spreads its warm light throughout the entire ark, and even the proudest elves bow their heads in its light, waiting for the "light" to rise every day until the moonlight takes its place.

It certainly has reason to be proud, whether it's its origins, its magic, or the fact that the Ark has taken such good care of it—and it has reciprocated that pride by providing the Ark Garden with a great deal of convenience.

Even the Titan King consulted its opinion; whether its light could assist in the sowing and cultivation of magical plants was the key to success.

And now it's being scolded by a human!

Even if this human has an extremely special aura, the sunlight that all magical plants and magical beasts love, so what?

Who doesn't have the sun's light?

Therefore, it was extremely angry. The pain of the ark crashing and shattering, the pain of losing the Titan King, the pain of losing the Sage, and now the anger of being refuted by a human all came together.

The magical patterns formed by the sunflower petals on the island gradually became three-dimensional, then converged in the direction of Kroya, filled with extremely hot light.

Then it was launched with a "whoosh".

It knew it couldn't kill Kroya. It would be abnormal if this human died so easily. It wanted to teach Kroya a lesson he would never forget.

But after it was launched, it saw a triumphant smile on the face of Kroya's mental avatar.

"Got you, dear Eye of Ternas. Getting angry is the easiest way to expose your weakness."

"Get some rest, we'll have time to chat."

The handsome monk smiled slightly and opened his palm to it.

"Boom!"

Immediately afterwards, accompanied by a sound, countless powerful forces composed of platinum-gold light were forcibly inserted into its spiritual body, forcibly surrounding it.

Those constantly rotating rings represent infinite space, and represent the most unique sealing technique structure in this world, and even in the entire astral plane.

Ring of Radiance!

The Rings of Radiance are treasures containing immense energy. Their shape is the first and last seal. As long as these rings exist, energy matter and even spiritual power will never be able to erupt.

The Eye of Ternas was immediately surrounded and dimmed. Its massive body was completely isolated from its spiritual power at this moment. Although it was still inside its own broken body, it was as if it was separated by an invisible cage.

"I was...scammed."

—This was the final emotional fluctuation it conveyed, but for some reason, it didn't seem very angry; instead, it seemed to have a sense of relief.

At this moment, Kroya no longer had time to pay attention to the Eye of Ternas, which he had already taken control of. He focused all his energy on the scorching energy of the sun that was bursting out.

That energy was the purest energy from the Eye of Ternas. It would certainly not be willing to give it up obediently, but it was shooting out continuously, bursting into the sphere of light formed by Kroa.

The terrifying heat instantly vaporized everything around, except for the altar, leaving the island completely empty. Although Kroya had tried her best to contain the power, some of it still leaked out.

Even the slightest leak of power scalded the seawater around Sun Island to boiling point. The sizzling sound and the mist that blotted out the sky spread out instantly, yet under the sunlight, they refracted into a rainbow of colors.

The ocean seemed to be consciously channeling its magical waters toward Sun Island, allowing the scorching heat to subside and the impending creation to be thoroughly tempered.

The hazy mist and the beautiful rainbow, like a dreamlike spectacle, consciously surged towards Sun Island—the mermaid prince Treden obediently stayed underwater, with Prince Randy, the mermaid who had been startled back by this magic before he could return, beside him.

The two mermaids stared solemnly at the Sun Island, which looked as if it were being tempered in fire. They both felt a vibrant, life-giving energy pulsating within it.

"A divine artifact..."

"What if a divine artifact related to the sun appeared now..."

Randy was pondering the impact of this event when the azure light, like the slender arms and flowing hair of a goddess, embraced the entire Atlantis Sea.

The power belonging to the Azure Tree and the Void God naturally isolated everything, including the powerful force emanating from the small piece of metal that had been tempered and was slowly rising on the altar, constantly changing color.

The rainbow-colored glow emanating from that palm-sized piece of metal seemed to be announcing its birth to the world, making no attempt to conceal the powerful magic that had been bestowed upon it by the combined blessings of Kroya and the Eye of Ternas.

Without a doubt, it is a divine artifact.

It is a powerful artifact forged by the fires of the past and present suns, and by the tempering of the Atlantean sea. Just as its colors change, its power is also extremely unique.

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