By the time the exploration set foot on the coast, it was already half empty.

Not far away, the wood still did not give up, and the sledgehammer whirred, continuing to intimidate and drive away the crowd. Unfortunately, the results are somewhat unsatisfactory.

It has been felt that this intimidation is not very violent.

Driven by curiosity, some people retreat to what seems safe and then stand again, hoping to see a new miracle. Moreover, the port is crowded with people, and it is not possible to disperse in a moment, which just gives them the opportunity to fish in troubled waters.

Unfortunately, the long-awaited miracle did not continue.

But this is only what it looks like in the eyes of mortals, and in the eyes of wizards, real miracles are staged.

The ancient tree exploration did not go deep into the port, but found a more comfortable position nearby, and after twisting a few times, it stood firmly.

As it stood still, a faint ink seeped out of the canopy like a cloud of smoke, slowly falling to the ground, slowly spreading out in all directions. It seems to be slow and fast, gently passing through the crowd and gradually enveloping the four directions.

A wisp of different color suddenly poked out from the canopy, and it looked particularly beautiful against the background of ink. It is like a tentacle, gently swinging and tempting. Then he stiffened in the morning, as if hesitating and thinking.

In a string of meows, with a bit of impatience and urging, this wisp of different colors suddenly exploded, turning into endless colors and blending into the ink.

As a result, the ink color suddenly became vivid. Like a moonlit night, there are small beasts sleeping in the tireless sound of insects, birds chirping, and the fragrance of flowers that comes with the breeze.

All wizards, including Skywalker, were surprised to focus on exploration. A question arises invariably, where is this old tree sacred?

They didn't realize that there was a small black cat hidden in the canopy, and they thought that a tree was a world.

Many people have noticed the strangeness of the two ancient trees. The colorful canopy of the trees seems to represent a wide variety of primordial magic.

At this time, even Skywalker is a little ashamed of himself. They suddenly realized that in time these two ancient trees would also become the existence they looked up to.

Every extra primordial magic means a little more hope, a path. Even just listening to the whispers of magic in your leisure time will be a great treat.

As wizards, they know what makes them strong, but they also know their limitations. Pure single magic is their pride and their hidden pain.

After all, wizards are high-profile beings, and their strangeness gradually affects others. It's just that in the eyes of mortals, the tall ancient tree with a pestle on the ground really doesn't have much to look at, and it's still the one with a sledgehammer - it's beautiful!

......

When night comes, when the crowd in the harbor finally disperses, the dock begins to change quietly. Under the cover of night, the tall walls slowly rise, dividing the port in two while keeping all prying eyes out.

As the knights on duty ascended the walls, Dany appeared beside the explorer.

"Where's Flowey?"

"Sleep. ”

"What did it want to do? It had taken the best part of the magic that Bran had left behind. ”

"Fishing. ”

Dani asked curiously, "Fishing?"

"Well, that's what Flowey said. I'm like you, I don't know where the fish are?"

As he spoke, he raised a hand and put it in front of the canopy, making a look of search.

Dani couldn't help but let out a chuckle and tapped her hand on the tree, "Be careful, it always feels like something big is going to happen." ”

"You feel it, too? I was afraid that you would be worried, so I didn't say anything. ”

Dani sighed softly, "What do you think will happen?"

"Flowey has always been on the verge of evolution, but I don't know what it means by 'fish', what is there that can provide it with enough fire for life in a short period of time.

It can't be something like them, right?"

Seeing the ancient tree signaling to the feathered people scattered across the city, Dani shook her head: "It shouldn't be, and it's not cost-effective. Until the mountains and rivers are exhausted, Bran will not consider doing this, so neither will Flowey.

Kill one or two, and Bran won't care. If you kill too much, Bran will definitely have a heartache. For him, these wizards are an extremely valuable asset, the key to his exploration of the magical world.

And, of course, our wealth. We also need to observe, learn, and then go further. I managed to keep up with him, and I didn't want to be thrown out again. ”

"Well, it's just a bit tough to go any further. If I could, I would also like to transform into pure magic. ”

Dani pressed her palm on Discovery, "Don't do that just yet. You may not have noticed, the fruit in Bran's core. Without such support, we are likely to be reduced to true nothingness. ”

"What about the soul?"

"Where do you think Bran's soul is? If it were still in this world, he wouldn't have found out. At that time, the magic net had not yet been spread, and when he retracted into the sea of magic, there was a soul.

Those souls are but a part of this world. After people die, they carry the power of magic to transform into new life - ghosts.

And Bran itself is magic, even if it is projected in the present world, it is the most primitive and pure magic projection. All his marks are in the sea of magic.

To this world, he is just a shadow of no life and no death. ”

"You've thought about transforming into the purest form of magic, haven't you?" I knew you weren't willing to leave Bran behind. If one day, you find a way, be sure to tell me. Let me try it first and see if it works. After all, our ancient tree is the closest existence to magic. Don't be convinced, Bran also learned from us.

Even if you have been baptized in the sea of magic, you are still flesh and blood. Even if you want to convert, you need to adapt step by step. ”

Dani nodded, "Don't worry, I won't rush in." Now that we have a long life, we don't have to rush it anymore. However, I would like to thank you for your kindness and concern.

Since this is my decision, I shouldn't risk my family's life. Otherwise, how could I be qualified to stand by Bran's side and act as patriarch in his place. ”

......

On the tree, Huahua was motionless and seemed to sleep soundly. Just wagging the tip of the tail non-stop, revealing its mood.

The web of magic has opened up on this continent, and a special presence has emerged. It anxiously cruises around the magic net, but it never finds its owner. As it churned, some flames that should have been hidden beneath the earth were enveloped out.

The flame fell on Flowey's eyes, gradually making Flowey's eyes turn a dark green.