klisemfg Chapter 467-476: The Intersection of Time and Space 2
Chapter 467-476: The Intersection of Time and Space 2
Chapter 467-476: The Intersection of Time and Space 2
The entire city.
It appears to be composed of enormous stones with an ominous, dark green luster—if it could still be called stone.
In short, the peculiar material was used to construct a structure that was twisted to the extreme, violating the principles of Euclidean geometry. The entire city was tilted as if it were about to collapse at any moment, yet it has stood tall for thousands of years.
There are also arches that twist and spiral like internal organs, huge stone bridges that connect different buildings in a nonsensical way, and some enormous and bizarre architectural structures whose shapes cannot be described in words.
From an architectural aesthetic point of view, it is devoid of any aesthetics. The entire city is silent, without any sign of activity, like a colossal corpse of a giant who has been dead for countless years, lying quietly under the dim sky, exuding an ancient desolation and a blasphemous aura that drives the mind to the brink of collapse.
"Avada Kedavra!"
A dazzling, ominous green light, like a venomous snake tearing through the dim sky, rose up in the city, accompanied by a childish but cold voice.
The killing intent it contained was pure and absolute. That dazzling green light was not aimed at Saruman and his companions. Like a venomous snake with life, it tore through the suffocating silence of the edge of R'lyeh with a speed beyond the reach of sight, disappearing into the depths of the twisted buildings within the city.
obviously.
The magic's target is one of the spellcaster's enemies within the city.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"
The anticipated deadly crisis of being locked by magic did not materialize, and Saruman and Kag breathed a sigh of relief almost simultaneously, though their hearts were still pounding wildly in their chests.
In that instant, the pure, cold, and undisguised will to die contained within the magic pierced through the distance of space like a tangible icicle.
It made their very souls tremble.
"What—what evil magic! What kind of magic is this?" Saruman's face turned pale, and the knuckles of his fingers gripping the staff turned slightly white from the force. He had read extensively and had seen all kinds of dark magic, but he had never experienced such a direct, absolute spell, as if it were death itself.
It brings no pain, no torment, it simply and completely ends life; this is the ultimate...
The word "pure" actually seems even more terrifying.
"This is a power that no ordinary dark wizard could wield!" Saruman was certain of this; in this era, the Avada Kedavra curse was not yet a staple of everyday life.
It only circulated within a small circle and clearly did not spread to Africa. Magic that could be classified as an unforgivable curse in later generations was certainly no ordinary thing.
Even though the Avada Kedavra is a spell within the spell system, not the ancient spell system, its strength and power are in no way inferior to the most advanced ancient magic.
Well, the spell system can replace the ancient magic system, and of course it has its own unique features.
"evil?"
Kag's reaction was completely different from Saruman's. After confirming that the attack was not directed at them, the warriors showed expressions of relief and even a hint of surprise.
"Who cares if he's a dark wizard or a white wizard!" His voice was hoarse from the shock of surviving a close call, but full of hope. "Meeting someone in this godforsaken place is a blessing!"
Thank goodness, this is more reassuring than finding water and food! At least it means this isn't a complete dead end; it's a place where there's a way in and a way out!
Kag's perspective is not bad. In his view, no matter how evil the magic used by the opponent is, the fact that the caster is "human" is enough to be a beacon of light in despair.
After all, as long as someone is human, there is the possibility of communication, transactions, and even exploitation.
of course.
Despite his greater understanding of magic, Saruman was not as optimistic as Kag. His brow was furrowed, and his silver eyes were filled with an unprecedented gravity.
"No, Kag, things aren't that simple." He gazed towards the direction where the green light had disappeared, feeling the lingering, chilling magical aftershocks in the air. "That wizard in the city—he's incredibly powerful. Even from this distance, I can clearly sense the terrifying level of power contained within his magic. He's no ordinary person; the depth of his magic, the precision of his spellcasting—I'm afraid his strength far surpasses mine."
He paused, his face showing extreme confusion and disbelief: "And—did you hear that voice? It was so young, clearly a teenager!"
"How is this possible? How could there be such a young wizard in the world who possesses power far exceeding mine?" Saruman has always been confident in his talent and strength. He is already a peerless genius who has touched the threshold of legend. How could a boy with a childish voice be stronger than him?
This completely overturned his understanding.
The only reasonable explanation is that the other party is probably not human.
Or perhaps it wasn't the age revealed by his voice—Saruman wasn't some charlatan, but a true master of ancient black magic.
He is very clear.
Even if a child begins meditating in the womb, takes magic potions the moment the umbilical cord is cut, and sleeps with dragons every day to hone their will—it is impossible for the other party to display such pure and boundless magic in front of him.
His soul had long been tempered into steel through millennia of ancient scrolls and human sacrifices; his spells could tear through time and space and summon falling stars. A mere brat?
How is that possible? How could I possibly be better than him?
Unless—the other party is not "human" at all, or is an old monster who has possessed a child's body—which is true, there are indeed methods of possession in this era and this world.
There is also the method of possession.
It's probably like Voldemort possessing Quirrell.
Of course, the art of possession is far more sophisticated than body-binding. The latter merely involves temporary control of the body, like borrowing a roof to avoid the rain;
The former involves a complete replacement of the soul, the old soul annihilated, and a new soul taking over, even reshaping the magical imprint. Perhaps this kind of magic was lost in later generations, or perhaps its side effects were too great.
In short.
This kind of magic exists.
Saruman witnessed a pure-blood witch seal her consciousness into a phoenix tear crystal on her deathbed, and was reborn ten years later in the body of a newborn baby.
The child, at the age of three, could silently make all the portraits in the manor weep and wail.
Even worse, there is "soul core parasitism".
A powerful fragment of soul is implanted deep within another's spirit, lying dormant like a seed. Once the host's magic power reaches a critical point, it sprouts and devours the original owner's consciousness. This technique requires extremely high precision; the slightest mistake will result in the destruction of both souls.
But if successful—the host will still appear as a young man, but inside will reside the will of an ancient witch king.
In an instant.
Saruman's mind was racing.
Could it be that the owner of that voice is such a being?
"If that creature has truly possessed the child's body, its terror and evil will far exceed our imagination." Saruman closed his eyes and concentrated, recalling the lingering echo of the spell.
It carries a strange rhythm, like a child singing a nursery rhyme, yet also mixed with some ancient syllables that do not belong to this era—like the last prayer of Atlantis before it sank, or like the reverse incantation in the Egyptian Book of the Dead.
This hybridity is precisely the typical characteristic of those who possess another's body.
The language habits of the new body and the fragments of memory of the old soul tear each other apart, forming strange magical harmonics. Clearly, Saruman has misunderstood the magic system.
Also normal.
People of this era, after all, had never been exposed to the magic system.
therefore.
Saruman could only make judgments within the scope of his knowledge. Ian's magical power reminded him of the dried-up body he had found deep in the Albanian forest fifty years ago.
Its skull was covered in reverse runes, and a still-beating crystal heart was embedded in its chest cavity. Local Muggles called it the "talking dryad," but only Saruman knew that it was an ancient sorcerer who had tried to possess an oak tree spirit using druidic arcane magic—he had failed, but it proved that such attempts never ceased.
It's not surprising that some people succeed. Of course, there are other possibilities as well, Saruman thought back to his knowledge of alchemy.
As Saruman closed his eyes in deep thought, his mind drifted in another direction—alchemy.
Yes.
The child's body, powerful magic, and possibly the two ultimate pursuits of alchemists—one being the path to immortality and the other to rejuvenation.
This is not the superficial "alchemy" or "elixir of life" found in Hogwarts textbooks, but a forbidden alchemy method truly buried deep within ancient manuscripts, using human bones as ink and lunar eclipses as catalysts.
In response, Saruman spent three years deciphering a scroll of the "Resurrection Scripture" written on human skin with dragon blood in the ruins of a Hermes temple buried by a sandstorm in the Egyptian desert.
It details the technique of "spiritual and physical reconstruction": through seven purifications, nine soul strippings, and three physical dissolutions, the aging and decaying body is restored to its initial state of life.
In theory, this is not a simple rejuvenation, but a complete reconstruction, much like reforging a piece of iron that has been rusted for thousands of years into an unrefined ore.
The brilliance lies in the fact that this technique is not simply about prolonging life, but about "rebirth." Unlike the crude imitation of compound potions, or the reliance on another's body for possession, the alchemy of rejuvenation aims to restore the practitioner to youth while retaining all memories, magic, and consciousness.
If someone uses a similar method, they can overwhelm him with the child's physical strength.
However, the price of this magic is extremely cruel, and the user cannot possibly be a good person. After all, each attempt requires sacrificing the life force of a pure-blooded infant as a "catalyst" and using one-third of the caster's soul as fuel. If it fails, the soul will shatter into fragments that cannot be reassembled.
They will never be reincarnated.
He's not only ruthless to others, but also ruthless to himself.
Saruman had witnessed the fate of an alchemist. The man had successfully completed the first six rituals, his skin was as smooth as a young boy's, and his magic power had tripled, but he collapsed on the final night. Although his body was young, his soul was too to resonate with his newborn body due to excessive tearing.
This person eventually turned into an empty shell on the night of the full moon, endlessly repeating childhood ramblings, with no reason left in his eyes, only a longing for his wet nurse's embrace.
This is why Saruman had never dared to try it himself. He knew all too well that the body could be molded, but the soul was untamable. Yet now, that naive incantation gave him a jolt: what if someone had mastered a more perfect method of fusion—one that could retain the depth of an ancient soul while harnessing the potential of a young body?
How many people would you have to kill to create such perfect magic!
Of course, besides this immoral method, there are other ways to rejuvenate, such as combining the body-reshaping power of alchemy with the soul-transfer technique—first purifying and rejuvenating one's body with alchemy, and then using secret methods to completely transfer one's soul to this newly created body.
That could also lead to true rejuvenation.
However, the risks remain enormous. If the harmony between the soul and body falls below a critical threshold, it can lead to magical chaos at best, and personality split at worst. The owner of that spell, though his voice was childlike, possessed a completely clear and unmixed voice, and his magical power flowed as smoothly as a surging river, indicating a high degree of unity between his soul and body, a perfect harmony.
This doesn't quite match the various side effects of rejuvenation.
Could this be the case?
As Saruman deciphered the stone tablet, he was multitasking, perhaps driven by a competitive spirit. The childish yet powerful incantation still echoed within his mental barrier.
Like the tolling of a bell, it cannot be dispelled.
He no longer merely suspected possession—an older, more taboo possibility quietly took shape in his mind: the child might not have been "born" at all.
Rather, it is "forged".
Alchemists passed down the ultimate pursuit, which everyone unanimously agreed upon, but it was neither turning stones into gold nor achieving immortality.
It is "Life Alchemy".
To meddle with the authority that belongs to the Creator.
The seven metals symbolize the seven soul attributes, the five elements construct the physical matrix, and the power of the stars and the tears of the phoenix are used as a medium to "create life" in a perfect geometric array.
This is not a monster created by a potion, nor a corpse puppet pieced together by dark magic, but a creation that is almost divine: a life form born from nothing by pure magic and alchemical laws.
Saruman once discovered a crystal tablet covered with spiral runes in a forgotten Atlantean ruin.
The inscription records that an ancient alchemist once attempted to use the "Philosopher's Stone" as the core, fusing the magical imprint of a pure-blooded wizard, the pure will of a unicorn, and an uncontaminated human fertilized egg, to activate the "Forge of Life" at the moment when a lunar and solar eclipse coincided.
If successful, the child born will be born with a flawless magical channel, able to perceive the essence of magic without learning, and their blood will flow not with red blood cells but with liquid magic.
Such beings appear as children, but are the embodiment of alchemical laws within. They do not experience the uncontrolled magic of adolescence, nor do they destroy cauldrons due to emotional fluctuations—because their "emotions" themselves are precisely tuned alchemical variables, and their power does not come from cultivation.
It comes from "design".
How to put it? You could think of it as a kind of gene-editing technology from later generations. It's the same thing, even though magic can create this kind of life, only the conditions are a bit too demanding.
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