Divine Flame Crystal

Chapter 581: Advancement to Grand Mage (Part )

Mo had long seen that these aliens would not completely trust him, so he thought about it for a long time, but until this moment, he could not think of any good method. He just hoped that Xingluo would come back quickly. It would be fine if he managed the mercenary group and the Yueyun organization on a normal basis, but if he was still a hands-off boss at such a critical moment, he would be "angry". Mo's gaze seemed to penetrate the barrier of the plane and looked into the abyss. The figure trapped in the abyss and had not returned yet sighed deeply. He knew that he could only fight hard now, and as for the result, he could only leave it to fate.

There is no gravity, no light, and no sound.

Only Xingluo was left alone, suspended in the dark void forgotten by time and blocked by space. The divine flame crystal in his body was still beating slightly, but his vitality was already running out.

He didn't know how many days had passed since he was pushed into the abyss by Tiffany. He used the power of the divine flame to reshape his soul, break free from the chains of the abyss, and used time magic to explore the way back. He traveled through countless abandoned dimensions... but the main material plane was still out of reach.

That was a dead end.

Because the main material plane only allows complete, tangible life forms to enter. At this moment, Xingluo's body had already been broken in the battle and breakthrough, his meridians were disordered, and his magic power was reversed. Even though his magic attainments had reached the peak, he was still blocked outside the boundary by the laws of reality.

"Finally... is this the end?"

He hung in the air, looking down at the scarred body - the arms were charred, the muscles were broken, and even the magic core had shown signs of collapse. This body was beyond saving.

But the divine flame crystal is still beating.

He suddenly understood something.

"Maybe... I don't need to use this body to go back."

Xingluo reached out and slowly pulled out the Divine Flame Crystal from his chest.

Suddenly, a pillar of flame that was strong enough to burn through the void burst out from his body, burning the four-dimensional interface and lighting up the entire zero-dimensional space. The entire abyss began to shake, like a sleeping god awakening from a dream.

That is the fire of pure will, the fire of the origin of the laws of time and space.

He hesitated no more.

"Since this body can no longer support my future self, I will destroy it."

He raised the Divine Flame Crystal above his head and without hesitation smashed it into his chest.

--boom! ! !

At this moment, the entire abyss fault erupted with an incredible roar.

His body exploded in the divine flames!

Bones, flesh, and skin all turned into energy flows that disintegrated, reshaped, and disintegrated again in the void!

That is no longer a feeling of pain, that is - the deconstruction of existence!

It is as if it has completely separated from the form of "human" and completely transcended the structure of "life".

The Divine Flame Crystal shattered into ninety-nine tiny crystal cores in the explosion, each of which carried a fragment of his soul, the trajectory of his magic power, and the imprint of his will.

These fragments did not fall, but began to move around the place where the star exploded, forming a new "human-shaped" magic circle like stars.

The earth is silent and the starry sky is low.

On an ancient altar in the abyss that had long been abandoned, Xingluo sat cross-legged with a blue crystal suspended in front of him - that was none other than the Divine Flame Crystal in his body. Now that he had forcibly extracted it and manifested it to the outside world, its shape had become unstable, like a burning heart that could burst at any time.

This is not some regular training ritual, but a life-threatening breakthrough.

In order to break the restrictions of the laws of time and space and escape from the abyss, and also to be promoted to the Grand Mage of Time and Space, Xingluo must complete a self-deconstructive rebirth, burn his old body, burn out his soul, use his own life as a medium, lead the long river of time and the wall of space, and forcibly open up a promotion channel.

"Are you sure?" A voice seemed to come from deep in his heart through the spiritual connection, suppressed and low, "This is not a promotion, this is... self-immolation."

"I'm sure." Xingluo closed his eyes and said calmly, "This is the path I should take."

“You could die.”

Xingluo did not respond. If he wanted to leave here, he must first break through to the Grand Mage.

He reached out and his fingertips touched the blazing crystal.

"Burn."

In an instant, the entire abyss altar was swallowed by the divine flame of the origin of time and space. The space shook violently, and an invisible ripple of time and space exploded from his body, turning the surrounding surface of a hundred meters into void, revealing a chaotic underlying texture - that was the boundary between the torn matter and the void.

There was a low echo in the sky, which was the instinctive resistance of the world's laws.

Xingluo's body began to melt. He actively burned his own flesh, and the Divine Flame Crystal also released overload energy, constructing a core magic circle connecting the gate of time and space.

Different from traditional magic rituals, it does not rely on the power of gods, but only uses "self" as the cost to activate the origin of time and space.

The divine flame crystal floated in the air, and countless ancient divine texts appeared on it. Those were the "origin of time" and "laws of space" that flowed from the origin of the laws.

They responded to the magic within Xingluo's body, as if they were recalling the ancient times, or as if they were sensing the future.

Xingluo's consciousness was torn apart, and his soul began to drift into the depths of the void.

He stood in an endless gray land, with a still hourglass under his feet and stars flowing backwards above his head.

A figure similar to him slowly appeared. It was "Xingluo of the past", with childish eyes, holding a book, and a confused and kind face. That was the scene when he was writing furiously for the college entrance examination.

In the thick fog, a familiar yet unfamiliar figure slowly emerged, as if walking from the depths of memory.

That's Starfall.

But he is not the earl and nobleman who is now a magician holding the Divine Flame Crystal to conquer other worlds, establish an intelligence organization in another world, and manipulate the direction of the war.

That was one of the countless possible past events of Xingluo——

The boy was wearing an ordinary school uniform, with a slightly yellowed collar on his white shirt. In this life, his parents left him when he was very young, and he grew up with his grandmother. He washed his clothes by himself, but because he was weak, some places were inevitably not washed clean. He only held a roll of "Three-year Simulation of the Five College Entrance Examinations" in his hand, which was already frayed. His face was slightly pale, and there was sweat on his forehead. His eyes were both panic-stricken and a little stubborn.

He stood at the entrance of the examination room, surrounded by hundreds of students who were equally nervous and almost breathless. The air seemed to have become thicker because of the tension.

Xingluo looked down at the liberal arts answer sheet in his hand and confirmed his ID number and name again. The paper curled slightly due to the sweat on his palms. He silently said to himself: "The third question in history is about land reform... Geography is about the distribution of precipitation in the southwest... Don't choose C for the politics question, don't choose C..."

But my mind became more and more confused. Knowledge points floated up like bubbles, but exploded in my brain with a bang, leaving nothing behind.

The bell rang.

He took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and walked into the examination room.

“If I back down now, I will definitely regret it five years later,” he told himself. “Even if I don’t know how to do any of the questions, finishing them is still an explanation.”

He sat down and clenched the black gel pen, but the back of his hand was shaking. The invigilator hadn't come yet, so he subconsciously took out a crumpled sticky note from his pocket, on which were a few words written crookedly:

"Don't be afraid, being able to understand the question is the first step to success. - Teacher Sun"

It was left by his favorite teacher, Mr. Sun, who taught Chinese. He was in his early thirties, wore glasses, spoke gently but forcefully, and always wore a washed-out blue plaid shirt.

Others often dozed off during Chinese class, but Xingluo always sat up straight. The lesson he remembered most clearly was "Moonlight over the Lotus Pond", where Teacher Sun stood on the podium and read slowly: "...The moonlight was like flowing water, quietly pouring on the leaves and flowers. A thin green mist floated in the lotus pond..."

At that moment he felt for the first time that Chinese was not a tool for examinations, but a kind of beauty, a breath of the soul.

Later, after a class, Teacher Sun called him to his office, took out a sloppily written essay, and said, "You didn't write this essay well... But I can see that you really have something to say. You didn't write it well because you haven't learned how to express it yet."

"If you can make it clear what's on your mind in the future, I think you'll be a very powerful person no matter what you do."

Xingluo remembered that he didn't say anything that day, but just nodded vigorously. After returning, he secretly posted the essay with a score of "48 points" on the wall, occupying the center position of the wall. Although there were various award certificates around it, he felt that this essay should be posted here.

It was also that teacher who allowed him to maintain a bit of kindness and direction during those days when he was confused, depressed, and humiliated by his grades.