Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

Before he could stretch out his body, a dull rumble of thunder echoed through the air again. As lightning pierced the thick clouds, another bolt of lightning, like a spear pursuing its prey, struck the defenseless Xing Qingjiu straight down.

In an instant, his body was engulfed in lightning. Emerald green crystals quickly emerged from the surface of his flesh, and the edges of the crystals evaporated into a faint green smoke due to the high temperature. He stiffened suddenly, then sat up impatiently from the ground and shook out his scorched sleeves.

"Can't you let me sleep a little longer?" He murmured in complaint, there was no panic in his eyes, but more of a helpless tiredness.

He reached out and patted the rocks beside him that had been cracked by the lightning, making sure that the place could still hold up. He stretched his shoulders, which had become somewhat stiff from the electric massage, and then stood up. He looked towards the increasingly violent center of the thunderstorm in the sky, his brows slightly furrowed.

"Looks like I really need to get this over with." Xing Qingfeng sighed softly, casually pulling a clean coat from the imaginary space and putting it on. He shook the collar, casually tore off the burnt edges, and threw them onto the charred earth beneath him, ravaged by the thunderstorm. The residual heat from the stone slabs was still surging, and a faint burning sensation spread beneath his feet.

The thunderstorm had lasted for five days, and thick, dark clouds still blanketed the sky, though their frequency had softened considerably compared to their initial fury. Lightning still occasionally ripped through the sky, its blinding flashes casting fleeting, pale blue shadows across the landscape, as if marking the final, cruel note to this deadly plain. The roar gradually faded from sharp to deep, like the mumblings of an exhausted giant, mingling from all directions, echoing across the scorched, desolate landscape.

Xing Qingfeng stood on a slightly protruding plateau. A gentle breeze lifted the corner of his shirt, revealing his dark lining. He seemed to blend in with the endless gloom. His gaze slowly shifted from the lingering thunderclouds at the horizon to the land beneath him. The land before him had long since lost its former vitality. The plain, once covered in algae, was now a crystalline wasteland. Sunlight could not penetrate the thick clouds. When lightning flashed briefly, the glassy texture of the earth's surface, melted and solidified by the heat, shimmered faintly, like a mirror, reflecting the faint lightning.

The air was thick with the smell of burning. A gentle breeze blew the lingering warmth from the scorched earth, creating a pungent aroma. Occasionally, a soft crackling sound could be heard from the ground beneath his feet, as the crystallized surface crackled beneath his footsteps. There was almost no sign of life on the charred earth, only a few pinpricks of red light flickered tenaciously, adding a tiny but tenacious hint of life to the dead land.

Those red lights were the very signs of life in the yavarinti. Their tiny figures nestled in the cracks of the scorched earth, their red fluorescence standing out against the gloomy surroundings. Xing Qingfeng narrowed his eyes and observed for a moment, taking a deep breath. Compared to Isidro's records, this scene was clearly unusual. According to the old man, after the thunderstorm, he observed only a 70% loss of algae, but the current scene showed that barely one in ten remained. Although there were still a few scattered, tenacious yavarinti remaining, their number and distribution were far from sufficient to explain the current situation.

This was clearly not right. Although Isidro's methods were completely sinful, if the records were not exaggerated, then he did reduce the scale and duration of the thunderstorm by actively breeding Invarinti to restore their population.

——In other words, the thunderstorms more than ten years ago were more severe than those today, so the damage to ground creatures should have been greater.

He bent down and picked up a cooled, crystallized stone from the ground. The surface was smooth and hard, with faint traces of algae still visible. He gently twisted the fragment, placed it in his arms, and then looked up into the distance.

The thunderclouds there had begun to dissipate, revealing a streak of grayish-white light. In the distance, the thunderclouds gradually dissipated, and pale light filtered through the cracks in the dark clouds, coating the scorched earth with a bleak glow. Xing Qingfeng stood up and brushed off the ashes that had stained him. The hazy sunlight brought no warmth, but instead a deep chill.

"Here comes the main event..." He shook the coat draped over his shoulders and walked deeper into the thunderstorm. Each step he took was on the scorched, crystallized earth. "The only explanation is that these algae will reproduce in large numbers within a few days..."

"That's a bit too terrifying," Xing Qingfeng sighed. "It's a species that evolved purely to transform the ecological environment. Ha... Nature is really amazing."

The thunderstorm's roar had subsided, and the sky was no longer filled with thick, oppressive clouds. Instead, sparse cracks let in a few rays of pale sunlight. These rays cast a cold luster on the dark, crystalline earth, resembling an obsidian-covered wasteland. The air still lingered with the scorching smell of the thunderstorm, and the occasional soft crackling of the ground seemed to betray the brutal baptism it had endured.

This was the center of the most intense thunderstorm, near the edge of Crystal Valley. The valley was once famous for its ice-blue crystals, but the ravages of the thunderstorm had clearly damaged the outer crystal structures. Xing Qingfeng's gaze revealed that the edges of the crystals had been forcibly shattered by the intense heat and lightning, shrinking and shattering, revealing a rough and messy cross-section. However, the crystals in the distance were regrowing at a visible rate.

"It will eventually return to its original size..." Xing Qingfeng muttered, standing on the scorched earth, his voice swallowed by the wind. The distant crystals, like an ominous tide, reflected an eerie blue light, leaving him somewhat dazed.

However, as his gaze swept across the ground beneath his feet, he fell into a brief moment of contemplation. All traces of algae and Yavarinti had vanished completely in this area. The once clear dividing line was now blurred by the ravages of the thunderstorm. There were no signs of decay left by algae, nor the faint red glow of insects. Only the endless black crystallized earth emanated a faint afterglow in the sunlight.

"Looks like we can only move forward tentatively." Xing Qingqiu adjusted the box on his shoulder and glanced ahead warily. He walked towards Crystal Valley, taking every step carefully, fearing that he might trigger some hidden danger.

Suddenly, he noticed the ground beneath his feet had become harder and smoother, as if coated with a cold glaze. He looked down and saw that as his clothing crossed an invisible boundary, tiny crystals had rapidly sprouted from the fabric. The crystals grew so rapidly that they covered the entire garment in an instant, emitting an icy sheen.

"What the hell..." He paused, patting his sleeves in mild surprise. However, this movement didn't stop the crystals from expanding; instead, it made them even more fragile. As he moved, the crystals covering the surface of his clothing shattered with a crackling sound, sending tiny crystals flying into the air like dust.

Xing Qingyu frowned and flexed his fingers slightly to confirm he felt no physical discomfort. His skin was still soft, showing no signs of crystallization.

"...Strange." He stood still, his eyes narrowed slightly, and scanned his surroundings warily, as if trying to find the source of this abnormal phenomenon. Looking down for a moment, he muttered to himself, "Didn't they say that anyone and any living thing that comes near here will be devoured and turned into crystals—"

"——Why do I feel like nothing happened?"

Xing Qingfu's footsteps made a crisp sound on the charred, crystallized earth. As he delved deeper into the area that had once been the jungle, his vision was gradually filled with an eerie blue light. This blue light didn't come from the sky, but rather emanated from the surrounding tree-branch-like crystals, illuminating the entire area like the light of another world.

The landscape of Crystal Valley resembles a jungle frozen in time. Tall blue crystals clearly mimic the form of trees, their intertwined branches reminiscent of a primeval forest, only lacking the vibrant energy and brimming with a suffocating silence. The crystals shimmer with an icy blue light, reflecting subtle iridescence against the fading sunlight, creating a sense of ethereal yet unsettling beauty.

Xing Qingjiu continued walking, the ground beneath his feet gradually transforming from pure crystallized soil to a patchwork of finely shattered blue crystals. Clusters of crystals, like shrubs in a jungle, were rooted in the earth, varying in size and scattered across the landscape like an untended blue garden. Occasionally, his shoe would strike a protruding crystal tip, creating a crisp "clink" sound, and the shattered crystals would scatter like dust.

He paused and looked around. The air in this area was even colder than outside, as if even the air had undergone some chemical transformation, exuding an indescribable chill. Xing Qingqi simply stopped moving forward and sat down on the ground, his back against a tall cluster of crystals. His eyes were calm yet slightly weary. The crystals reflected a faint blue light in the sunlight, casting a strange chill on his face.

Despite his direct contact with this strange crystalline land, Xing Qingfeng's skin remained intact. He removed his shirt and casually tossed it aside, as if to completely expose himself to the laws of this crystalline realm. However, his skin, flesh, and even his deeper life essence showed no signs of erosion.

The sky began to grow dim, the sun's rays were obscured by the dark clouds and the halo of the crystals. The brightness of the surroundings gradually weakened, only the blue light still flickered tenaciously, shrouding the entire valley in a dark glow.

"Sure enough, it's all right." Xing Qingjiu's whisper sounded particularly lonely in the quiet crystal valley. He reached out and broke off a piece of crystal from a nearby cluster. The fragment reflected a cold blue light at his fingertips, like a frozen star. He narrowed his eyes, carefully examining the delicate lines and pure icy blue luster, as if trying to peer through the crystal to understand its secrets.

The crystal shimmered in the sunlight for a moment before he casually slipped it into his pocket. He looked up at the gradually darkening sky overhead. The crystal's glow reflected in his pupils, imbuing his gaze with a deeper intensity. He leaned back against the crystal cluster behind him, feeling the cold touch through his clothes. After a moment, he stood up, dusted himself off, and turned to leave this strange place.

As he walked away, the blue light of Crystal Creek gradually faded, and the cluster of crystals behind it disappeared from his sight like the receding tide. The color of the ground began to turn from deep blue to charred black, and then faint green spots appeared, those were the remnants of algae. The thunderstorm in the sky had almost completely subsided, and the dark clouds that had once obscured the sky gradually dispersed, revealing a bleak sunlight.

Xing Qingjiu walked along, observing the ground beneath his feet and his surroundings. He noticed that the concentration of magic in the air had dropped significantly compared to during the thunderstorm, becoming milder and no longer possessing that suffocating, oppressive feeling. However, when his gaze fell on the algae on the ground again, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

The algae, once sparse, grew at an incredible rate before his eyes. Initially, they were just a few thin strands of hyphae, but the next moment, as if catalyzed by some invisible force, they rapidly expanded into a dense carpet. They greedily absorbed the remaining magical energy in the air, and a vibrant green color quickly spread across the gray-black earth.

"Holy crap! Super algae vs. alien crystals?" Xing Qingfeng couldn't help but curse. He took a step back, poking at the rapidly growing algae. He looked around, his gaze sweeping over the rapidly expanding green algae and the receding crystal valley. He could feel the magic power in the air rapidly depleting as the algae multiplied.

"No wonder the old man said only 70% was lost..." Xing Qingfeng's gaze once again focused on the ground beneath his feet. The algae were still growing wildly, even devouring the newly crystallized debris. In just a few minutes, they had covered a large area.

"——This speed goes against biological common sense, doesn't it?!"

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Volume 63: Endosymbiosis: . Chloroplasts

In the center of the camp, a makeshift screen, held taut by thick ropes, was anchored between two crooked trees. The night breeze blew, causing the screen to sway gently, and the image trembled slightly, the projected light and shadows seeming to breathe. A nearby campfire crackled softly, its orange-red flames flickering, tinging the cold image on the screen with a touch of warmth, yet also adding to the eerie, unreal atmosphere.

Kenneth sat at the front, a simple folding chair almost sunk into the soft mud. He folded his hands, staring at the curtain like a hawk, even his breathing seemed to slow down, as if he was afraid of missing any important details. Further back, Patricia, Ringo Mitsuki, and Souji Okita sat on a mat. Patricia frowned slightly, Ringo Mitsuki gently nudged her with her elbow, as if exchanging some silent opinions, while Souji Okita sat upright, his hands on his knees, staring at the image without blinking, but his face showed no obvious expression. You Ruoyu and Ye Sizhen stood farther away, leaning against a tree, one holding the buckle of his waist bag, the other subconsciously twisting the corner of his clothes. The two kept an arm's length away from each other, looking a little uncomfortable.

"The scale is even more severe than I expected..." The silence was broken by Kenneth's voice. He didn't turn around, still staring at the screen, his tone filled with suppressed amazement. "This kind of intensity and scope of destruction, I'm afraid only the Grand Master can achieve—"

"—Wait!" He suddenly stretched out his hand, pointed at the screen, and spoke a little faster. "Don't turn the page yet, replay the video just now. Xing Qingqiu, were you struck by lightning just now? Replay it, let me see the destructive power of a single lightning strike."

Xing Qingqiu, who was sitting next to the control device, was originally leaning back in his chair. Upon hearing this, he looked up at Kenneth and then rolled his eyes.

"Damn, you sit so close to the front just to watch this?" He frowned and pressed his fingers on the controller a few times. There was a hint of impatience in his tone, but he still rewound the image back to the clip that Kenneth mentioned.

The image on the screen played again, drawing everyone's attention to it. The footage captured the terrifying scene of a thunderstorm: beneath a pitch-black sky, violent flashes of lightning ripped through the night air, and thunderbolts struck the ground incessantly. Bright white flashes momentarily filled the screen, then abruptly vanished, leaving behind a deep darkness. Though the crackling sound of thunder and lightning couldn't be heard through the screen, it seemed to overflow from it, striking everyone's nerves with a sense of oppression.

The image shifted, and a video shot from a third-person perspective appeared on the screen. In it, Xing Qingyu stood on a shimmering, crystallized surface, surrounded by dangerous arcs of electricity. He seemed focused on a particular direction, completely unaware of the lightning flashing overhead. The next second, a thick bolt of lightning struck down, instantly engulfing him. After the blazing white light, his figure vanished, leaving only countless emerald green crystal fragments scattered across the ground.

After a few seconds, the fragments began to tremble, as if being pulled by some invisible force. They quickly gathered together and reassembled, gradually revealing the outline of Xing Qingjiu's body.

"Are all the alchemists at Atlas Academy monsters?" Guanyue Ringo sighed softly, a complex expression in her eyes. She vaguely remembered seeing Xing Qingjiu emerge unscathed after being stabbed in the abdomen by Okita Souji, but now witnessing his body being completely destroyed and then reshaped still left her in disbelief.

Patricia looked up at Ringo and said thoughtfully, "I heard that the alchemists of Atlas Academy don't rely on traditional magic, but instead use props to interfere with the world. They even use their own bodies as tools to transform..."

"But this is completely beyond imagination." Guanyue Ringo's voice was a little uneasy. "Can it still be considered human?"

Xing Qingfeng, however, appeared unconcerned, casually pressing the play button to resume the paused video. Standing beside the controller, his shoulders slightly relaxed, he explained casually, "The thunderstorm will reach its peak activity on the third or fourth day. By then, there's practically no place to stay in the entire area. The deeper you go, the higher the concentration of magic power, and the more intense the thunderstorm."

The image on the screen shifted, revealing the center of the thunderstorm. A deadly wasteland stretched out, the earth completely crystallized by the lightning.

"Algae and Yavalinti can only survive within a 20-kilometer radius." Xing Qingqiu pointed to a certain area on the screen, his voice analytical and flat. "Further in, the crystallization caused by the lightning strike wipes out all life. To put it bluntly, that area is off-limits to the living."

Kenneth narrowed his eyes slightly and asked in a deep voice, "Are you planning to go deeper?"

"Of course." Xing Qingfeng shrugged casually, as if answering a trivial question. "I'll leave the peripheral investigation to you. I'll go deeper into Crystal Valley." He paused, his lips curled slightly. "After all, that thing is said to be a threat to humanity. Even considering that attacking it would awaken it and prevent it from acting rashly, I have to investigate and leave some information."

"Wait a minute." Kenneth suddenly spoke, his tone more serious, "Are you sure you won't be crystallized?"

"No, aren't we all crystals? One is blue and the other is green," Xing Qingfeng replied casually. "I tried it. I lay there for most of the day and was fine. But when I came out, I blew myself up again just to be safe."

These words caused the atmosphere in the camp to freeze for a few seconds. Standing in the distance, sweat dripping from his forehead, You Ruoyu tilted his head slightly and asked Ye Sizhen, "...Are all Western magicians so terrifying?"

Ye Sizhen did not answer, but just lowered his head, fiddling with the buckle at his waist with his hands, his eyes flickering.

In the firelight, everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. An odd silence hung in the air. After a moment, Patricia broke the silence. "But there's one thing we've discovered before: thunderstorms can be fatal to the soul. That's what caused Ringo's soul injury..."

"Uh..." Xing Qingqiu scratched his head, his movements seemingly nonchalant, but a subtle embarrassment etched in his eyes. "My soul... is rather special, so I don't feel anything," he said. "But it makes sense that a thunderstorm would affect the soul. After all, the soul is essentially a magical field that carries information, and the connection between magic and electromagnetic phenomena has long been studied."

"Well, if there are no other questions," he glanced at everyone, "pack your bags and get ready to go—"

"——You two should follow Kenneth and don't run around." He turned to look at You Ruoyu and Ye Sizhen, "I don't want to bring back two more statues."

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When they once again stepped into the algae-covered area, the sight before them made them pause. Just a day and a half ago, this land had been ravaged by the aftermath of a thunderstorm, the remaining algae charred to black by the intense heat and electrical current. But now, what greeted them was an almost unreal emerald green. The ground seemed covered in a vibrant carpet of green, with layers of algae clinging tightly to the soil, glistening with a moist sheen. They even clung to the nearby low rocks, seemingly consuming the entire land.

The air was thick with dampness, tinged with a faint musty odor and a faint, muddy aroma. In the sunlight, the area seemed like a quiet, eerie greenhouse. The Yavalinti, once ubiquitous in the outer areas, were now nowhere to be seen. Not even a trace of insect corpses lay on the ground, only algae filled the landscape.

As they slowly advanced deeper, subtle movements gradually became audible. It was the distinctive creeping sound of the Yavalinti, mingling with the surrounding wind and rustling of plants. Further ahead, the crimson points of light gradually emerged, crawling slowly but steadily towards Crystal Valley.

Guanyue Ringo paused, gazing at the bizarre sight before her. She took a deep breath, her tone laced with unconcealed shock and mixed emotions. "Although I've studied the properties of this algae... witnessing its ability to reproduce and expand on this scale in such a short period of time still leaves me somewhat daunted."

"When I think about the possibility that these things might be inside my body..." Patricia's eyes wandered between the insect swarm and the algae. She pursed her lips slightly, and her voice was low and a little uneasy. "I feel a little scared."

Upon hearing this, Guanyue Ringo glanced at Patricia's tense face, a complex expression on her face. She didn't answer immediately, but instead squatted down and dug her fingertips into the soft, slippery surface of the algae. She carefully peeled back a portion, attempting to uncover the ground beneath. The exposed soil was soft and damp, with a faint humus-like aroma. It had a grayish-white powdery consistency, as if all nutrients had been completely drained from the soil. Ringo rubbed the powder vigorously, her brow furrowed.

"The rate at which these algae are growing is truly abnormal," she muttered to herself, standing up and brushing the debris off her hands. "But... what exactly signals them to start growing after a thunderstorm ends?"

She bent down and used her hands to pry apart the deeper layers of algae, scanning the geology below. The surface was in even worse condition than she had imagined: the once crystalline rock structure had become shattered and loose under the erosion of the algae.

"Previous research has shown that when nutrients are insufficient or the magic concentration exceeds a certain threshold, these algae typically conserve energy and enter a near-dormant state, refusing to consume surrounding organic matter." She paused, her gaze shifting to the algae layer on the ground. "But now they're doing the complete opposite, consuming magic while simultaneously multiplying crazily. As for the current magic concentration, although I can't accurately estimate it..."

"...It's almost as dense as the magic power in the forest outside." Xing Qingqiu took over and added, "If you go deeper, the remaining magic power will be more abundant."

"This is completely inconsistent with their normal behavior," Guanyue Ringo shook her head, a hint of confusion in her tone. "According to records, thunderstorms have only gradually appeared in the past few hundred years. Logically, this algae shouldn't be able to directly adapt to thunderstorms. Unless..." She changed the subject, her tone even lower, "They have some kind of high degree of adaptability, or even - a certain degree of intelligence."

"Should we test the remains of those Yavalinti insects?" Xing Qingfeng suddenly interjected. "If there's some substance left in the environment after the thunderstorm, it might explain these changes."

"You mean nitrates?" Kanzuki Ringo jerked her head up, a glint in her eyes. But then she frowned, lost in thought. "But the problem is, even if a thunderstorm were severe and lasted a full week, the concentration of naturally occurring nitrogenous organic matter wouldn't be high enough to cause such a dramatic change."

After hearing this, Patricia seemed to recall something and tilted her head slightly. "In your previous research, I remember you specifically studying the chloroplasts of these algae, didn't you? It seems you spent a long time on that, but in the end, you didn't get any results, so you shifted your focus to the mitochondria."

"-Could it be related to this?" Her tone was uncertain, yet faintly expectant.

Guanyue Ringo's gaze froze, as if suddenly enlightened. She jerked upright, muttering, "Yes, these algae are green," her voice gradually picking up speed. "They do have chloroplasts! But previous studies have shown almost no significant changes in chloroplasts, so we've been focusing on mitochondrial energy metabolism..."

"...What if chloroplasts can be activated under specific conditions?" She spoke quickly, a hint of excitement in her tone. "Go back and test the remains of Yavalinti's insects to see if there's any residual nitrogen-containing organic matter! And—"

"--test the reaction of these algae to nitrogen-containing organic matter?" Xing Qingyu took over the conversation.

"That's right," Ringo nodded vigorously. "Nitrogen-containing organic matter itself does promote plant cell division and protein synthesis. If these algae, after absorbing large amounts of nitrogen compounds, activate their chloroplasts and change their behavior—consuming the surrounding magic power and converting it into energy for growth and expansion—then this could explain their rapid proliferation."

"The problem is," she paused, her brow furrowing again, "I still don't understand what causes their unlimited production of mana. Clearly, when they were inside Patricia's body, these algae would automatically go dormant once their mana reached a certain level... but what exactly triggered this extreme change in behavior?"

"If nitrogen-containing organic matter is just the trigger..." Guanyue Ringo continued, "the thunderstorm environment stimulated the Yavalindi to produce certain hormones or pheromones, which stimulated the algae and caused a change in their behavior..."

"We still need to take a closer look," Xing Qingfeng sighed, his eyes sweeping across the spreading green before him. He tugged at his sleeves, his tone calm and firm, "That's perfect. You guys can explore the periphery on your own. I'll be leaving first—"

"—We have to go check out Crystal Valley."

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Volume 3: Symbiotic Relationships: ΞΔ. Crystal Valley Live Streamer

Xing Qingfu walked alone toward Crystal Valley, his feet treading upon a breathtaking spectacle. Green algae grew like a wild carpet, covering the ground impenetrably, while icy blue crystals quietly expanded their territory. Two distinct entities competed, encroaching upon each other for dominance over this storm-ravaged world. He glanced back, seeing isolated patches of charred earth in the distance. Just a day earlier, this charred, crystallized area had stretched for at least a hundred kilometers. Now, at least thirty kilometers had been divided again between algae and crystals.

If you look down from the sky, this land looks more like an unfinished painting - the dark background is forcibly painted with green and blue, which compete with each other and look like a coloring game.

As he walked, Xing Qingfeng felt the fabric of his clothing gradually shift. His alpaca coat, once soft and warm, was now stiffening. Looking down, he saw tiny blue crystals adorning the edges of his clothing, and his cuffs were even slightly shimmering. This was undoubtedly a unique effect of Crystal Valley. Xing Qingfeng understood it, and instead, he calmly unbuttoned his coat and tossed it aside, letting it be completely engulfed by the crystals.

"I guess we're officially back in Crystal Valley," he muttered. Before he could finish his words, the camera he'd just retrieved from the imaginary space suddenly crystallized. Xing Qingfeng looked down at the metallic device in his hand, which had instantly transformed into a transparent blue crystal. He sighed helplessly and tossed the camera to the ground, letting it shatter.

"This is such a waste of time." He pulled a small knife from his pocket and, without hesitation, removed his left eye. After cutting off the supply of magic power to the eye socket to prevent regeneration, he used the tip of the knife to quickly etch a precise magic pattern on the surface of the eyeball, giving it camera functionality. Then, he casually shoved the shimmering magic eye back into its socket.

"We've reached the deepest part of the Amazon, the Crystal Valley." He raised his head and looked around, his lips curled up slightly, his tone hinting at a half-hearted, half-joking tone. "The Crystal Valley is so beautiful! My goodness, isn't this an alien crystal?"

As he spoke, he casually broke off a large blue crystal from his side, casually placed it in his mouth, and gently bit it twice. The crystal made a crisp crackling sound in his mouth, and the cool texture stimulated his teeth.

He tutted his words and squinted his eyes at the distance. "—Let's just look at Yavalindi in the distance, my family."

"It's hard to imagine what researchers will feel when they see this video of mine after the internet becomes more developed," Xing Qingqiu thought to himself.

"Let's be serious." He muttered to himself and continued to walk deeper, trying to record everything with his magic eye.

"The air humidity and other factors are slightly drier than those in the surrounding algae areas," Xing Qingfeng said as they moved forward. "The magic power concentration is slightly lower than that in the surrounding algae areas, but still above average."

"From a physical point of view, there's nothing special about it," Xing Qingyu continued to mutter to himself.

The scene before him began to change. The blue crystals on the outskirts of Crystal Valley appeared low and disordered, like ore fragments piled haphazardly in an abandoned mine, devoid of the rhythm of life. However, as Xing Qingjiu delved deeper, the outlines of the crystals began to become complex and delicate.

Giant crystal trees rose from the ground, their crystalline trunks gleaming a cold blue in the dim light, each branch seemingly meticulously carved. Grass-like crystals dotted the ground, emitting a soft shimmer as the light refracted.

As we venture deeper, the scenery becomes increasingly dreamlike. Initially a mere stack of low crystals, it has now transformed into a blue jungle world, like the Amazon rainforest reflected on an icy blue crystal lake. Massive trees tower majestically, their turquoise crystal leaves catching every ray of light from the sky, transforming it into a cold glow. The vines entwined around the tree trunks are transformed into interwoven ribbons of turquoise crystals.

Xing Qingfeng's gaze stopped at a familiar tree shape——

It was a crystallized Brazil nut tree, its towering crown gleaming elegantly against the backdrop of blue crystals. The once oval "nuts" had transformed into translucent crystals, dangling from the branches, a cyan-blue glow flowing slowly across their surfaces. At the tree's roots, a giant, crystallized python quietly coiled. Each of its scales radiated a cold sheen, its gently undulating form creating the illusion that it might spring to life at any moment.

"After reaching the depths, the color of the crystals here is no longer pure ice blue," Xing Qingfeng said, gazing at the crystallized canopy, "but a mixture of blue and green -"

"——If you look closely, you'll notice that the green is mostly concentrated on plants. Is it related to chlorophyll?"

Xing Qingfeng retracted his gaze and continued forward, the scene on the ground becoming increasingly complex. The originally bare crystalline ground was gradually covered by low-growing crystalline plants. These plants varied in shape, and without exception, they all displayed the characteristics of species unique to the Amazon.

A cluster of crystallized puffballs was particularly eye-catching. Their spherical shells were a translucent blue, covered in intricate patterns. Their gentle vibrations brought with them the scent of fine dust crystals. Elsewhere, a cluster of crystallized palm trees stood low and dense, their blue-green crystal leaves densely packed together. When they swayed slightly, the leaves clashed against each other, creating a crisp, tinkling sound.

Xing Qingfeng paused, his breath briefly held at the sight before him. This was a swamp filled with blue crystals. The air seemed even colder than before, its dampness evoking an eerie freshness. The ground was no longer a single crystal crust, but now covered in a layer of translucent, mossy crystals, like a blue carpet reflecting starlight. Several crystallized poison dart frogs crouched quietly on this moss, their bodies slightly raised, their postures as precise as sculptures. Their bodies, dotted with yellow and green against a blue background, resembled meticulously polished gemstones, dazzling against this crystalline swamp.

Xing Qingfeng slowly squatted down, extending a finger and hovering in front of one of the poison dart frogs. The magic power of his fingertips gently touched the surrounding air. He stared intently at the frog's crystalline body and noticed a faint glow emanating from within. It was faint but flowing, as if blood was still circulating, or perhaps it was residual magic power surging through its body.

"The crystallization of these poison dart frogs is so exquisite that even the internal flow is preserved so completely..." he murmured, his fingertips pausing slightly, clearly stunned by this bizarre sight. He stood up, looked around, and continued walking forward.