"Mu Mu Xiao, wait for me!"

Following Mu Mu Xiao into the cave, Yang Mo noticed the strangeness of the cave.

By the afterglow of the setting sun, I could barely see the scene of the cave**, and the stone walls around it were carved with strange English letters.

"Unknown totem?"

Looking at the words engraved on the wall, Yang Mo remembered the unknown totem.

Legend has it that the ancient Elven world used unknown totems as scripts, and the usage of these words seems to be different from the English of the real world.

Secret Linguistics is a university course, and Yang Mo doesn't even know much English, let alone these elven characters.

Focusing on the shape of the words engraved on the wall, Yang Mo slowly walked towards the cave.

At the end of the text, Yang Mo saw a mural engraved on the wall.

It was a strange elf, with huge hands like wings, eyes that seemed to be surrounded by a structure similar to an eye patch, and a bulge on its back that resembled a stegosaurus bone plate......

"Is this Lokia?"

Looking at the mural in front of him, Yang Mo guessed the identity of this elf.

In the elven world, there are giant birds that live in the sea, and Lokia, the god of the sea, is called the god of the sea on the islands around the Kanto and Johto regions.

Although this sea god does not have water attributes, legend has it that Lokia can whip up storms for up to forty days with the flap of his wings.

Perhaps this ability is the reason why the coastal dwellers of the two regions revere him as the god of the sea.

It is strange why there is a portrait of Lokia in this mountain cave. Could it be that the mountain where you are located is actually on an island?

Full of doubts in his heart, Yang Mo stared at the mural in front of him, and when he looked at Lokia in the mural, Yang Mo felt that an energy in his body was exploding.

Little by little, the light blue fluorescence slowly floated out from his body, and Yang Mo knew that this was the point of light produced after his spiritual power was condensed into substance

However, for some reason, Yang Mo Yang Mo couldn't control this power, and could only watch his spiritual power pour into the mural in front of him.

With the influx of spiritual power, the Lokia in the mural seemed to move.

No, it did move.

Right in front of Yang Mo's eyes, Lokia's mural came to life.

Along with those words constructed from the appearance of unknown totems, they rushed towards Yang Mo.

"Boom!"

With a roar in his ears, Yang Mo only felt dizzy. I just felt as if someone had stuffed something into my head.

When Yang Mo opened his eyes again, the murals in front of him disappeared along with those ancient elven world characters.

And in Yang Mo's mind, he remembered the murals of Nalokia and the words of the elven world clearly.

"What the hell was going on just now?"

Looking at the wall in front of him in confusion, Yang Mo thought about various possibilities. At this moment, a low sound interrupted Yang Mo's thinking.

"Goo~~"

It was the voice of the wooden owl, and Yang Mo immediately rushed into the cave to find the traces of the wooden owl.

A large hole was carved over the cave, and the light of the setting sun shone on the altar in front of me.

It seems that this is supposed to be the ruins of an altar in the elven world.

Based on the strange frescoes just now, it is speculated that this may be an altar to Lokia.

The wooden owl was hovering in the air of the altar, and what attracted it was a silver-white feather in the center of the altar.

It seemed to exude a silvery-white glow, and under the exploration of spiritual power, Yang Mo could easily sense that it contained terrifying energy.

"Is this Lokia's feather?"

Looking at this feather, Yang Mo thought in his heart, and at this time, Mu Mu Xiao also flew back to Yang Mo's side.

"Goo Goo Goo ~~~"

A rapid whisper sounded to Yang Mo, and Mu Mu Xiao expressed his desire for that feather.

The body instinctively longed for the energy in the feather, but for some reason, the wooden owl couldn't get close to the center of the altar and take the feather.

"Can't you get closer?"

As if he understood Mu Mu Xiao's heart, Yang Mo asked Mu Mu Xiao suspiciously if his guess was correct.

"Goo."

Vigorously tapping his little round face covered in feathers, Mu Mu Xiao let out a cheerful cry for Yang Mo to understand its thoughts.

"I'll try."

Comforting Mu Mu Xiao to calm down the little guy, Yang Mo looked at the altar in front of him and walked up gently.

It seemed that the mural just now had stimulated his latent spiritual power, and Yang Mo felt that he was more comfortable using his superpowers.

Under the detection of spiritual power, Yang Mo was a little strange, there were no traps around the altar, and at the same time, there were no energy barriers or anything like that to hinder him.

But just now, Mu Mu Xiao strongly stated that it couldn't get close, which made Yang Mo feel very strange.

There was a vague smell that seemed to be a fragrant insecticide. Could it be that this smell prevents the wooden owl from approaching the altar?

With a trace of doubt in his heart, Yang Mo, who did not detect any traps, walked to the center of the altar, and in front of his eyes was the silver-white feather.

Gently pick it up, and the vague fragrance dissipates instantly. Gently stepping down from the altar, Yang Mo walked in front of Mu Mu Xiao with the feather.

"You want it, don't you?"

"Goo-goo!! ～～”

Listening to Yang Mo's inquiry, Mu Mu Xiao responded happily. For some reason, it felt like it wanted to get its hands on that feather.

"Wait a minute!"

Seeing that Mu Mu Xiao wanted this feather so urgently, Yang Mo was a little in no hurry to give it to this guy.

In order to prevent this little guy from losing his temper because of training in the future, Yang Mo decided that he must take this opportunity to seize the initiative.

"Goo~~"

Screaming loudly, Mu Mu Xiao protested against Yang Mo's behavior. Of course, it only pays lip service to protest and does not take any real action.

"The content of the training in the future must be carefully implemented, do you hear?"

Holding the feather in his hand dangling in front of Mu Mu Xiao, Yang Mo chuckled and said his conditions.

"Goo-goo!!"

Tweeting excitedly, Mu Mu Xiao nodded happily in agreement.

Yang Mo didn't know what kind of magic this might be the feather, and he actually attracted Mu Mu Xiao to get it like this.

He put the feather in Mu Mu Xiao's hand, and saw Mu Mu Xiao stuff the silver-white feather into his feather.

Just like the three golden feathers that Guanyin Bodhisattva gave to Sun Monkey, the silver-white feather is hidden in the ordinary hair.

"Alright, let's hurry up, if we can't find the exit, it'll be too late."

"Goo!"

Listening to Yang Mo's words, Mu Mu Xiao, who had just gotten the feather, happily flapped his wings and came to the top of Yang Mo's head.

"Goo~~"

Listening to the cry of the wooden owl, Yang Mo's expression was a little strange, it seemed to be telling itself to grab its feet?