Chapter 282: Power Source
Fang Yan, who was a little mentally tired by this series of accidents, no longer has the desire to continue to stay here. No matter what secrets are hidden here, there is only one thought in his heart at www.biquge.info the moment, and that is to get out of here quickly.
And want to get out of here...... Fang Yan unconsciously touched the metal coat of arms around his waist.
After a few steps back to the corona stone platform, Fang Yan took out the metal coat of arms from his waist and gestured against the circular hole in the center of the corona.
Fang Yan took a deep breath after looking around a few more times, and then without hesitation, pressed the metal crest in his hand against the circular hole.
Click!
There was a dull snapping sound, and the metal coat of arms was flawlessly embedded with the circular hollow, as if the metal coat of arms itself had been buckled from the stone platform.
Fang Yan held his breath and looked at the corona stone platform, a flash of nervousness and anticipation flashed in his eyes.
"Buzz!"
An imperceptible murmur sounded in the stone chamber.
"Effective?"
Fang Yan's eyes couldn't help flashing with joy, but before he could think about it, a bigger change appeared.
The originally smooth and empty ground suddenly burst out of magical aura, intertwining with each other, gradually forming a complex pattern of magic circles.
"That's it...... Space Teleportation Circle! ”
Fang Yan looked at the patterns of the magic circle under his feet, sensing the familiar fluctuations, and the smile on his face finally bloomed completely.
"Finally able to get out......"
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Fang Yan, who came back from a burst of dizziness, couldn't help but feel a little emotional when he looked at the familiar environment in front of him.
Same room, same layout...... If he hadn't noticed that the sense of crisis in his mind had disappeared, he would have thought that the teleportation circle had failed, and he was still in the forbidden area.
Although he didn't know why, the place where he appeared when he was teleported into the forbidden area was the altar, and the location where he appeared when he came back was the stone room, but this did not prevent the joy in his heart.
Although the time spent in the forbidden area is not much, the memories left by the dialect are terrible. So at this moment, after coming out of it, he inexplicably had a feeling of seeing the light of day again.
After sighing for a while, Fang Yan suddenly seemed to remember something, and quickly glanced back at the stone platform behind him, only to find that the metal crest that was the medium for the opening of the teleportation circle had indeed also followed his teleportation outside the forbidden area.
Stepping forward, he gently took off the metal crest, and Fang Yan sensed it with his spiritual power, and found that the wisp of faith power inside was probably less than two-thirds left.
"It seems that my guess is correct, this power of faith is indeed the source of energy to activate the teleportation circle!" The dialect said thoughtfully.
“…… It's just that this teleportation circle consumes too much energy! ”
Fang Yan couldn't help but frown.
Just one teleportation consumed nearly half of the power of faith...... You must know that in order to embody this wisp of faith, the power of the world's origin consumed by dialects is not a small amount.
Silently sighed two sentences, and the dialect stuffed the metal crest, along with the belt around his waist, back into the dust bag.
In a short period of time, the dialect estimated that it would not be used again. Although he was very curious about the secrets hidden in the temple of the forbidden area, Fang Yan cherished his life even more, and he did not plan to enter the forbidden area again until he was completely sure.
As for the backpack that contained Elume, because there was no way to store living creatures in the dust bag, Fang Yan had to continue to carry it behind him.
Walking out of the stone chamber, the dialect swirled around again in the ruins of the temple.
Compared to the well-preserved temple ruins in the forbidden area, the ruins of the temple he was in now were much more decaying. Aside from the fact that the main temple hall was still relatively intact, most of the buildings in the entire temple complex had been dilapidated by time, and it was difficult for him to find any valuable information from them.
Outside the ruins of the temple, Fang Yan took a deep look at the ruins that had brought him destruction and rebirth, and without hesitation, he turned away and hurried towards the entrance of the Forest of Trials.
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Half a day later, the dialect that incarnated into the form of a crow galloped all the way, and finally arrived at the outskirts of the Trial Forest, as long as he walked forward for about ten kilometers, it was the location of the small lake at the entrance of the Trial Forest.
Falling from the sky, the dialect's form twisted back into its human form.
After the Dialect's Raven form was lifted, it was not his original appearance when he was in the Earth's main world, but a teenager who looked to be only twelve or thirteen years old, somewhat similar to the original appearance of the dialect, but slightly different.
After carefully examining himself and making sure that there would be no flaws, Fang Yan breathed a sigh of relief. Sean Abbott's identity is still useful in this world, but it can save him a lot of effort.
As for whether this change will be revealed? Fang Yan was not worried, because he didn't use any magic or potions in this appearance, but simply relied on the effect of controlling the changes in the muscles and bones of his flesh after mastering the power of the bloodline.
I looked up at the sky and saw that it was completely dark. It was already late evening when Fang Yan came out of the forbidden area, and then he hurried without stopping, and it was already late at night and early in the morning.
However, Fang Yan was not worried about the problem of vision, not to mention the silver starlight that hung in the sky, even the fluorescent plants that were almost everywhere in the forest were enough for him to travel at night without the slightest obstacle.
"I don't know if it's the guardian of the Forest of Trials, or if it's Ralfil......"
Fang Yan looked in the direction of the entrance, and secretly guessed in his heart.
The strange time change in the forbidden area has made the dialect a little confused about the specific timeline of the Harry Potter world. So he didn't know if it was Ralfil who was in charge of guarding the Trial Forest at this moment.
The exit back to the outside world was already in sight, but Fang Yan's heart did not have the previous sense of impatience.
Step by step, the dialect walked through the forest without using any strength.
It's just amazing that with every step Fang Yan takes, the breath fluctuations on his body can see a slight change. After he walked dozens of meters, most of the fierce momentum on his body that had been honed in other worlds had been transformed into the vitality of a young man.
Fang Yan's brow furrowed at first, but soon loosened again.
“…… Although the transformation of the momentum on his body is not perfect, with the youthful and old age that he showed when he was in this world, he has a bit of a mature temperament, so it shouldn't be a flaw, right? ”
"It's my own strength breath, and I need to adjust it again!"
The dialect said secretly.
For dialects, it is much easier to cover up the aura of strength than to cover up the temperament on one's body. As a wizard, most of his strength is concentrated in the dialect of spiritual power, and he only needs to shrink his spiritual power into the wizard's crystal, and it is difficult to see his specific strength level from the outside world.
However, the dialect is not so stupid to hide all the breath of the body, which is more noticeable. After leaving behind the same level of spiritual power as when he first entered the Trial Forest, the excess spiritual power in his body was manipulated by Fang Yan to converge.