Arcane Journey

The light shone like the scorching sun, and the shackles of restriction collapsed in an instant, just like ice and snow in the severe winter, melting silently under the warm sun of spring.

The tower spirit's powerful and unpredictable force is like the deft fingers of a brocade craftsman, fiddling with the intricate magic circles that were originally solid as a rock in the interweaving of light and shadow.

They began to twist and deform, like patterns on quicksand, constantly changing, or like the tapestry of fate, slowly unfolding under Brian's gaze.

A series of crisp yet heavy shattering sounds echoed in the space.

Seeing this, Brian raised his eyebrows, realizing that these restrictions were about to be broken.

Just as he expected.

A moment later, when the last restriction melted away like a fragile icicle in the spring sunshine, the entire cave seemed to be quiet and time seemed to freeze at this moment.

And the treasures of the ancient black dragon, those treasures forgotten by the years, finally appeared nakedly in Brian's sight.

They emit an alluring light, like the brightest stars in the night sky, which makes people both yearn for them and feel awe.

At this moment, Brian's heart was filled with unprecedented excitement and curiosity, as if an ancient and mysterious secret was about to be uncovered.

Brian stood at the entrance of the treasure cave, his eyes fixed on the scene inside.

The dazzling golden light flickered, as if calling him into the dreamy abyss.

The huge black dragon legacy is piled up like a mountain, and countless treasures are shining with charming brilliance in the shadows, with gold and silver interweaving into an unparalleled picture.

Ancient and mysterious jewels are scattered around, some of which even exude a faint magical aura, as thrilling as the power possessed by this dragon.

Heavy and cold gold coins piled up like a hill, shining with an attractive metallic luster, appearing particularly dazzling in the dim light. Large, exquisitely carved ornaments were scattered around, with dazzling gems and intricate and delicate patterns interweaving, adding some vitality to this long-silent and long-forgotten paradise.

Brian stood in the midst of this wealth, his eyes scanning every treasure, and his heartbeat accelerated.

Even though he had seen the world, he found it difficult to resist the temptation of these ancient treasures.

These gold coins and ornaments are not only symbols of wealth, but also the hard work accumulated by the ancient black dragon for thousands of years. Behind each item, there is a legendary story, recording the glory and splendor of the black dragon.

In this space forgotten by time, Brian felt the weight and mystery of history.

He seemed to be able to hear the roar of the ancient black dragon and feel its former majesty and power.

These treasures are not only material accumulation, but also spiritual inheritance. They have witnessed the rise and fall of the Black Dragon, as well as the passage of time.

Faced with this dazzling and irresistible temptation, Brian took a deep breath, as if to temporarily suppress the fire of greed in his heart.

He stared at the piles of treasures in front of him, and every ray of light seemed to beckon him, inviting him to explore deeper. However, after this brief intoxication, Brian's gaze gradually converged, and his heart was like a mirror, reflecting these flashy things one by one, and then discarding them one by one.

He understood that although the treasures were tempting, only a few of them were truly useful to him.

Those shining gold coins and dazzling gems may make him glorious for a while, but in his pursuit of the ultimate in arcane arts, they are nothing but passing clouds.

And those legendary equipment, even if they are rare in the material world, can hardly really attract his attention.

After all, with Brian's current strength, his realm has long surpassed the stage where he can greatly improve his strength by relying solely on magic equipment.

These equipments are nothing more than external aids to him and cannot become the real power he can rely on.

He would only choose those equipments that best suit him and resonate with his mind.

Without wasting any more time, Brian immediately contacted Mircella, who was in charge of the floating city, through his mind, and said to her, "The restriction on the ancient black dragon's treasure has been successfully opened. Next, I ask you to count all the items here and take them back."

Of course, leave it to me." Mircella's voice was refreshing, as warm as a spring breeze. Just as she was about to wake up the sleeping tower spirit, letting it release the scanning light that could see through everything and thoroughly take stock of this gift from ancient times, her expression suddenly froze subtly, and there was a hint of apology in her words:
"Bryan, I'm afraid things are not going as smoothly as expected. The debut of Talling 1 encountered some unexpected obstacles. This means that we may not be able to complete the inventory of this batch of treasure quickly and efficiently."

Hearing what Mircella said, Brian just smiled indifferently. Everything was as expected.

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After all, this is the first time that Towerling 1 has embarked on a mission since its birth. Like a fledgling apprentice, it is inevitable that it will encounter some bumps and discomforts, which is understandable.

He smiled gently with a detached attitude and said, "Since the appointment cannot be operated normally, let me take the inventory."

At this point, Brian seemed to remember something, his mind moved slightly, and a bright deep purple crystal appeared in his palm.

This soul crystal, emitting a faint glow, is like the deep and mysterious soul of an ancient black dragon. It is tightly bound under Brian's control.

This is what Brian did after killing the ancient black dragon. In order to prevent his soul from falling into the bottomless abyss, he was fished out by the Illusion Demon King again and was reborn in another way.

So after killing the ancient black dragon, Brian immediately cast a spell to collect his soul and transform it into a soul crystal.

He stared at the crystal, his eyes showing both achievement and reflection, and slowly spoke to Myrcella:
"I did not consider this matter carefully. The elemental spirits of the elemental plane are indeed pure and flawless, untainted by dust, and are perfect as the cornerstone of constructs. However, if you think about it carefully, those constructs are nothing more than a series of mechanically obedient shells.

The only thing is the tower spirit, which needs to have both absolute obedience and subtle autonomy. Even a legendary elemental spirit will inevitably leave irreparable flaws in the process of nurturing self-awareness. "

Brian raised his hand and a fist-sized void passage appeared before his eyes.

He threw the soul crystal of the ancient black dragon into the void channel and told Mircella, "Give this crystal to Ms. Polaris. After all, this is the soul crystal of an ancient black dragon that has lived for thousands of years. It is perfect to use it to strengthen Tower Spirit No. 1." (End of this chapter)