Versatile Mage

Zhao Jing’s face turned ashen the moment Mo Fan summoned his Dragon Soul Magic Immunity. Everyone in this world cultivated magic for the rest of their lives because magic played a very important role in this world. Only those who could master the highest level of magic were seen as undefeatable.

If that was true, why did Magic Immunity exist in the first place? Could Dragon be the ruler of this world? Could Dragon be the only one with absolute supreme magic? Shouldn’t they be extinct by now? How did Mo Fan obtain a Dragon Soul item?

When was the last time a true Dragon bowed down to a human? Why would a Dragon grant its essence of Dragon Soul to a human?

Magic Immunity… It was Magic Immunity!

The intertwine of lightning in the sky inflicted no harm on Mo Fan. When Zhao Jing saw this, his bloodshot eyes were filled with anger, resentment, and above all, despair.

Zhao Jing had seen his reflection in the Cold Lake. He was engulfed in Mo Fan’s divine fire and burnt to ashes. That was how he was going to end up!

Zhao Jing refused to believe that the Divine Wood Well had the ability to foresee everyone’s death, unless it possessed the Creator’s power.

The sky was ablaze with flames. The enormous flaming celestial object arched across the sky. Countless claw-like branches swayed in the Divine Wood Well. The fire brushed against the dim sky and illuminated them. It illuminated the plants surrounding the Cold Lake, as well.

The Flame Calamity Heaven Fire was the combination of Divine Fire and Tiandi Flame Calamity that set the Burning Valley on fire.

Mo Fan glowed in Magic Immunity power. He transformed into a furious Flame Holy Spirit. When he exhaled, his breath turned into fiery Heaven Clouds. The Heaven Clouds produced flaming Star Objects that arched across the sky. Each of the flaming Star Objects had bright tails. The vast sky turned red and was split into half by these rays of light!

Death was approaching Zhao Jing. His refusal to give up had turned into fear, the fear of death. His dread intensified especially now knowing how he would die.

Humans were fragile. After they see their loved ones die, they try to do everything in their own power to protect themselves in the hopes that they won’t turn out to be like their dead ones.

Zhao Jing had witnessed his companions’ deaths. He had also witnessed his own. He quivered and grimaced under the blazing sky.

Zhao Jing was engulfed in a hail of flames. When the flaming Star Objects fell on the ground, they spread into fire and built layer upon layer of flames.

The intensified fire burned Zhao Jing’s body slowly. He had a lot of life-saving magical power upon his personage. Most mages would be reduced into ashes immediately after they came in contact with Mo Fan and Little Flame Belle’s firepower. Zhao Jing, on the other hand, was burning slowly.

He was burned from his hair to his skin, then to his muscles, and finally his marrows. Zhao Jing struggled throughout the process. He charged at the Cold Lake, hoping to extinguish the divine fire on him.

However, the water in the lake was peculiar. It wasn’t water at all but something gel-like. The animals who were at the edge drinking the water actually had their tongue stuck in it. They could not pull their tongues out. They eventually became frozen in time in that way.

The Cold Lake water could not extinguish the fire at all. Zhao Jing walked on the water surface. He screamed in agony and ran around the lake. He then abruptly came to a halt.

He slowly knelt on the surface of the Cold Lake. The ghost flames surrounded him and gradually engulfed his remaining tissues. He stumbled forward and collapsed.

The flame dissipated. There was nothing left to burn anymore. His bones turned into charcoal rather than ash. It meant that Zhao Jing must have consumed some spiritual fruits and miracle pills that strengthened his bones more than an ordinary human.

The five elders had been reduced to ashes, and their ashes had been scattered in the Fanxue Mountain orchards. There will be a golden orchard in the future. Meanwhile, Zhao Jing’s ashes sank to the cold depths of the Cold Lake.

It was a strange phenomenon to foresee. When Zhao Jing had looked for water, the Cold Lake had provided none. Its surface had turned solid. But now that he was dead, the surface mysteriously melted and sank Zhao Jing’s remains to its depth.

After his remains were submerged, the surface became solid once more. The water flowed underneath the surface. Even if Zhao Jing had survived the fire, he would have drowned in this water.

Whenever Mo Fan cast such powerful fire magic, the remnant of his fire power would burn the ground until it turned to charred land. However, the plants in the Divine Wood Well remained dense, and the air was humid. There was no sign of a catastrophic fire from moments ago.

Mo Fan’s fire power was capable of burning down the entire Burning Valley and all living things. He believed the magic power that he had cast just moments before was comparable to the Flame Calamity Heaven Fire which had burned down the Burning Valley. However, even that fire did not last long in the Divine Wood Well.

The Divine Wood Well was like a Forest Demon with supernatural power. When someone attempted to light a fire to illuminate the surroundings, it would suddenly appear and blow out the flames.

The woods and the Cold Lake were similar. Mo Fan felt as if the whole wood was one living creature.

Mo Fan walked on the surface of the Cold Lake. He wanted to confirm Zhao Jing was really dead. Some mages had a strange magic capable of transferring one’s soul into another body in order to continue living.

The lake surface had turned to glass. Mo Fan felt the surface was solid and smooth when he walked on it. The water beneath was odd. It looked hazy. Everything was obscured.

Mo Fan arrived at the spot where Zhao Jing had sunk into the water. He looked down and saw Zhao Jing. This spot was as transparent as the Ice Lake at Tianshan Mountain. Zhao Jing’s body was blackened with burns. He was firmly sealed.

He had not sunk to the very bottom. The Cold Lake was odd. It suspended the dead body between the surface and the bottom like a specimen.

Mo Fan confirmed with satisfaction that Zhao Jing was really dead.

Just as he was about to turn away, the hazy layer on the surface cleared away. Thankfully, the surface remained solid but he could not see water flowing under his feet.

Mo Fan looked down and a chill spread from the soles of his feet to his chest up to his scalp.