Ark Undead

She buried her somewhat adorable face in the cushion she was hugging, and after a while, she closed her eyes again, almost falling asleep.

The Undead quickly reached out and snatched the backrest from Skyfire's hands, not wanting her to fall asleep again.

He has other things to do, and if Tianhuo is asleep now, who knows how long this matter will be delayed.

There's a blond, silly dog ​​at home waiting for me to go back and rest; I can't afford to waste time unless someone dies.

"Go, wake up. I have something to tell you."

As the Undead spoke, he straightened his clothes and then looked at Skyfire with a serious expression.

Hearing the Undead's serious tone, Tianhuo seemed to understand what he wanted to tell her.

So I quickly came to my senses, went to the bathroom to wash my face, and tried to cheer myself up.

When she returned to the living room, the Undead was sitting upright on the sofa, as if something important had happened.

Skyfire walked over and sat down in front of the Undead, imitating the Undead by sitting upright on the sofa.

Seeing that Tianhuo had regained consciousness, the Undead spoke.

"Yesterday, I promised you that I would teach you magic."

The moment the Undead spoke, Tianhuo tensed up.

"Don't be nervous. I promised, so I won't break my promise."

As he spoke, the immortal extended his right hand.

Suddenly, a ball of flame appeared in the immortal's right palm.

Bright, pure, and warm.

Tianhuo stared at the ball of flame in the Undead's hand, momentarily mesmerized.

She was someone who loved fire, and after learning that her Originium Arts were related to fire, she developed an even greater interest and love for it.

It is precisely because of her love for fire that she has been able to get to where she is today, and not give up halfway through her research on Originium Arts.

The flame in the Undead's hand was simply too beautiful. Tianhuo stared at the flame in his hand, and in a daze, she felt that this flame was the most beautiful and the most profound flame she had ever seen.

"The core of sorcery lies in the fire of sorcery."

The Undead looked at the flame in his right hand and said.

"The fire of magic is the most important thing for every sorcerer."

He stretched out his left hand and covered the flames in his right hand.

"Although every sorcerer teaches their disciples in different ways, there is one thing that will never change."

As he spoke, the Undead gently pinched the flame of the curse with his left hand.

In that instant, sparks flew, as if igniting the body of the immortal, spreading across his right palm.

But the flames that were expected to spread rapidly subsided in an instant, tumbling and rising in the Undead's left hand before quickly shrinking back.

When the immortal turned his left hand over, a small flame appeared in the palm of his left hand.

This flame was not as powerful or beautiful as the flame on the Undead's right hand.

But it remains very pure.

"The fire of sorcery is passed down from generation to generation. It is a part of the sorcerer."

The Undead turned around to face the heavenly fire in front of him. The large ball of flame in his right hand vanished into thin air, leaving only a small flame in his left hand.

"Now, answer me. Tianhuo, are you willing to become my disciple?"

Tianhuo instinctively didn't dare to speak.

She never imagined that a sorcerer's apprenticeship would be different from that of a regular Originium mage.

Ordinary Originium Mage only needs to go through a formality, and then it's a long process of knowledge transfer.

Moreover, most Originium Wizards simply tell their disciples what to research, give them a goal, and let them study on their own. Anything they don't understand, they leave for later review.

But sorcerers are different; the process of a sorcerer taking on apprentices is itself a form of inheritance.

It is a process in which the life force continues in another person.

If a sorcerer wants to take on an apprentice, he will inevitably give up a portion of the fire power he has cultivated to this day and pass it on to his disciple.

This is an immutable iron law that will remain unchanged throughout the long course of time and the ages.

That is why the Undead are so cautious when accepting disciples who practice sorcery.

Unlike before when he promised Maria, the two of them only made a verbal agreement.

Looking at the flames on the Undead's left hand, Tianhuo suddenly felt a little reluctant to learn sorcery.

If she were to obtain this ball of magical fire, wouldn't that mean the power of the undead would be weakened?

"you..."

Tianhuo felt a tightness in her chest; she hadn't expected the Undead to pay such a price.

If she had known, she wouldn't have pressed the undead so hard before, or even used some strange methods to get the undead to agree to her demands.

Yes, she longs to learn sorcery, but at the same time, the undead are also her friends.

"No need to worry. This is an inevitable experience."

The Undead shook his head, reassuring Tianhuo and adjusting her mindset.

"Now, all you need to do is answer me. Are you willing to become my disciple and learn magic with me?"

Tianhuo no longer hesitated. Since that was the case, he might as well take the flame from the Undead quickly.

"Yes I do!"

Tianhuo nodded solemnly and spoke, giving her response.

The flame on the undead's left hand trembled, seemingly satisfied with its new master.

The Undead nodded and spoke.

"Stand up and come to me."

Tianhuo approached the Undead, looked down at the Undead sitting on the sofa.

"Hand out."

Tianhuo obediently extended his left hand.

The Undead also extended his left hand, tilting the spellfire floating on his left hand and placing it on the left hand of the Heavenly Fire.

And so, Tianhuo felt that warmth.

This is the meaning of fire itself, and the most direct feeling it brings to humankind.

Regardless of temperature or its combustion characteristics, simply seeing the flame itself subconsciously suggests that it is an object that brings warmth.

But deep within those flames, the heavenly fire also saw a trace of savagery and bottomless desire.

"Be careful, remember, don't get addicted."

The Undead looked at the Heavenly Fire with a somewhat infatuated expression.

"Respect the flame, but do not offer yourself to it."

As the Undead spoke, he extended a finger and lightly tapped Skyfire's forehead.

In an instant, countless variations of spells flooded into Tianhuo's mind.

Tianhuo heard a loud bang in his ears, followed by a burning sensation as the heat flowed into his mind through the Undead's finger.

This relies on the current Heavenly Fire holding the flames of incantation, imparting knowledge in the form of flames.

This is also how most sorcerers impart their knowledge.

Unfortunately, over time, some spells will inevitably lose their practitioners.

Therefore, there are also examples of using spellbooks to preserve spells, and this is quite common.

"Knowledge and power can bring great danger. We must not pursue them blindly, nor should we gaze into the abyss."

This is a phrase that all sorcerers use to warn their disciples.

The flames of magic are a manifestation of extreme power, and many sorcerers who study magic have their own insights on the path to pursuing greater power.

However, if things go astray, the consequences will be irreversible.

This power already bore traces of the abyss and chaos, and the flames in the hands of the undead were inherited from the chaotic fire of the primordial witch.

Furthermore, with the Undead now existing as bearers of the First Flame, the properties of their flames will be further purified.

Tianhuo was just an ordinary person. It was certainly safer for an ordinary person to come into contact with flames that had the properties of primordial fire than with chaotic flames.

But the new gravity of the First Flame is deadly, and even the Undead are unsure how far the Heavenly Flame will go.

Tianhuo's mind went blank for a while. When she finally came to her senses, she stared blankly at the flame in her hand.

The spells that the Undead had just taught her were all low-level and rudimentary.

However, the core of these spells does not need to be based on outlining spells, unlike Originium Arts.

Simply activate the magical fire in your hand, fueled by your mental energy, and you can use magic.

Simple, convenient, and effective.

However, Tianhuo is not yet able to use these spells; she still needs to continuously understand the meaning of the spell fire itself.

This process was nothing to Tianhuo; she already had her own understanding of fire, so she just had to apply it.

"Give it a try."

The Undead pointed to the flames in the Heavenly Fire's left hand.

"Now, you should be able to gather the scattered flames around you."

Tianhuo suddenly realized that his original intention in wanting to learn sorcery was to control the ever-increasing temperature around him.

So Tianhuo immersed his mind in the flames of incantation.

This magical fire was like a giant mouth; as it received the Heavenly Fire's intent, it devoured all the high temperatures around her.

In an instant, the fire felt a long-lost coolness.