Chapter 320: Figures

Chapter 320: Figures

The two of them searched around the area, gradually walking to the place where Bran and the others had fought that day. The residual aura of the three Mana power s was still violent and powerful, which made both of them frown simultaneously. At the intersection of the three Mana streams, only a small section of tree trunk near the ground remained, but no traces of the Mana collision could be found.

Who had won? The young man looked at his teacher, hoping for a reliable answer.

Sensing his disciple’s gaze, the old man pointed to the dead nearby. “Their master won. Not by the traces here, but by the Amphibians’ reaction. He drew a line here, yet the Amphibians did not dare to erase it.”

“Master?” The young man was unsure. “Aren’t they free?”

“Such good fortune does not exist. Those most primal, untransformed powers could actually appear directly here, and they contained an indelible will.” The old man shook his head, looking at his still confused student. “Mana flows from the Sea of Magic, then is channeled into our bodies through our Keys, finally stamped with our mark. Unfortunately, that mark is too shallow, merely staying on the surface.

This is also right. Our Mana ultimately returns to this World, an indelible mark should not exist in this World. But here it is different. The primal power seems tightly entangled with personal will.”

The old man suddenly took a sharp breath. “Perhaps not entanglement, but merging into one. How did he do it? Did he abandon the Key and step directly into the Sea of Magic, throwing himself completely into it?”

He immediately shook his head and laughed at himself. How was that possible? A personal will compared to the Sea of Magic was far too insignificant; perhaps a single wave could swallow it entirely. But regardless, he had discovered a different path.

Whether this path could be walked still needed observation. This Continent had just begun to recover. Many new and fresh things would appear here, but most would vanish in an instant. Only a few would truly last long. And they would use this opportunity to learn and absorb.

The two strangers had stayed a bit too long, already drawing the attention of the Amphibians. Several powerful auras began to show, slowly pressing towards the two. Because the lesson learned from Bran was profound enough, they did not recklessly approach.

Seeing this situation, the two exchanged a glance. The young man transformed into a large bird, carrying the old man as they soared into the sky. Watching them leave, the Amphibians’ Guardian cautiously approached.

More and more forces were paying attention here, which was not good for the Amphibians. Several groups had already come to investigate, and they could do nothing about it. The place where they had suffered a lesson had become a scene for others to gain experience. Along with the awkwardness, anger gradually grew. They couldn’t help but hope reinforcements would arrive sooner, to deter these petty individuals and that unfathomable youth.

At this moment, Bran was still happily playing games with the peeper, quickly gaining experience from it. He could see far, but the other could see farther. So, in the constant friction, he decided to rebuild his own World.

This would be a brand new, endless Labyrinth, just like his body, growing and flowing infinitely in an endless river. He would lure these outsiders into it, letting them feel endless loneliness in their struggle, letting them become the fish he kept in their struggle.

This was the method Bran found to devour the rich prize after days of hard thought. Compared to these old Monsters who had lived for who knows how long, Bran’s understanding of time was no different from a Mortal’s. The accumulation over countless years simply couldn’t be swallowed in one bite, just like a lion on the prairie couldn’t eat a large captured prey all at once.

Light smoke slowly drifted from Bran’s body and then faded. The Labyrinth would be divided into two parts, each independent yet able to nest within each other. One relied on objects in the Mortal World, the other relied on his own Mana.

Bran realized his heart was ultimately a bit small. He shouldn’t limit himself to just this city. He shouldn’t always think about leaving, always think about seeing the outside World, because he hadn’t even seen clearly the World beside him. So, he decided to seriously, carefully, re-examine everything here.

At least, before having the energy or time to leave here, he could try to expand and permeate his own Mana, gradually reaching every corner. Then wait patiently, letting the Mana thoroughly fuse with the surrounding environment under the baptism of time.

A tremor from the Sea of Magic interrupted Bran’s work. Someone had entered there again. This pleased Bran. He turned his gaze to the sea surface, where a Northlands youth was curiously looking around. Bran waved towards there, but unfortunately, the other had no reaction. It seemed this newcomer still needed to adapt, needed some time to see the surroundings clearly.

Bran needed to ensure he would have this time. So, Mana Fluctuations like ocean tides once again vibrated and spread across the Continent, carrying undisguised madness. Then he got up and rushed towards the one still peeping at him. Unfortunately, the other didn’t give him a chance to fight.

Perhaps thinking Bran had discovered his weakness first, or perhaps just not wanting others to watch the fun for free. After circling around for a long time, Bran returned empty-handed and disgruntled.

His sudden outburst made the peeper disappear, but Bran did not quiet down. From time to time, he would show off a bit, so the Mana Fluctuations began to frequently sweep across this land. Although no one paid attention for the time being, Bran believed sooner or later someone would grow impatient, someone would step forward to teach him life’s lessons, to tell a young man how he should behave. Just like Ola who had suddenly appeared that day, forgetting he was standing on someone else’s land.

With the Mana Fluctuations, some seeds of Mana also began to continuously spread outward from Northland City as the center. They quickly crossed Twofold Mountain, crossed Sandstone City, and then their speed finally slowed down.

Bran was full of fighting spirit, but no one came to cause trouble anymore. However, the two southern countries, Lianhai and South Cape, which had been curled up and hiding, met with an unexpected attack.

Sitting in the calm Northland City, Bran absentmindedly flipped through the battle reports that had arrived. Not far away, an owl was cooing, constantly claiming credit and hoping for a deserved food reward.

The defeat was expected, but the greetings from South Cape and Lianhai attached to the letter were very interesting.

They tactfully suggested that some of Bran’s actions had provoked the Amphibians’ retaliation, so they hoped Bran would take responsibility for this matter, take responsibility for them…

A very good suggestion, so Bran decided to grant their wish. A letter was sent back again, affirming their statement, agreeing it made sense, so he decided to take full responsibility for it.

Upon receiving this reply, the morale of Lianhai and South Cape soared. Even with their remaining defeated troops, with help from a few allies, they stubbornly resisted the Amphibians’ follow-up attacks.

But as time passed, Bran’s side showed no movement for a long time, so another letter full of anxiety arrived at Northland City.

Bran assured them again that he would definitely take responsibility and had already taken action. He was currently fighting life and death with their Great Wizard, with corpses as proof.

In the back-and-forth of letters, the weather gradually turned colder. One morning, with autumn frost covering the ground, the Amphibians quietly retreated.

During this time, a few more small figures appeared on the Sea of Magic, and Xirui was prominently among them.