The endless yellow sand twists and transpires the air under the blazing sun. Bahrain rode on a camel, and the scorching heat scorched the young man, who had grown up by the river, a little listless.

A little weakly, he reached out and touched the beads of sweat on his forehead. When I first entered the desert, although I had heard it said that the hotter the desert, the more you should not be able to show your skin. But it is difficult for people who have just entered the desert to endure such heat. Balin tried to take off his clothes, but soon felt a burning pain in his upper skin.

Since then, no matter how hot it is, Bahrain can only grit its teeth and persevere.

Bahrain was an apprentice wizard whose parents were not very rich, but they were not poor either. But in the face of the mysterious field of witchcraft, his parents' income is far from enough.

He didn't have the good fortune to meet a master hidden in the world, nor did he come across a legendary artifact. He was just one of the most ordinary and ordinary in all the wizarding realms, and even his teacher was only a slightly more advanced wizard apprentice.

So after ten years of studying witchcraft, he was still only an apprentice. If you don't open your own heart as a wizard, you'll never be a true wizard. Until three months ago, his teacher passed away in another attempt to open the Wizard's Heart.

Bahrain doesn't have much respect for his teacher. Balin always considered himself a genius, even if everyone in the wizarding world he knew didn't. But Bahrain insisted.

But his teacher was just a humble old apprentice, who had been meditating according to the book all his life, trying to open his own sorcerer heart. This is also the idea of all those in the wizarding realm known to Bahrain.

It is said that the power of a shaman comes from the gods, and the shamans borrow power from the gods through meditation. However, no one has ever seen a god, so with the development of witchcraft, the wider the vision of human beings, the more suspicious the gods become. Today, people no longer believe in so-called gods, and shamans call themselves atheists.

As a result, many of the top wizards believed that witchcraft came from their own souls, and that it was the power of true spirits to communicate with nature. This is the prevailing view at the moment, but there are still people who question it, at least Bahrain is very skeptical.

Bahrain has been a wizarding genius since he was a child, at least that's what he thinks. When he first came into contact with the notion that the devotion of the true spirit is the ultimate meaning of the fulfillment of the shaman, Balin did not doubt it, but only wondered about it. Because he doesn't understand, he never understands what a soul is and what a true spirit is!

So from the first day he learned witchcraft, he didn't follow the route provided by his teacher, but began to think about the question that only the best wizards could think about, where did witchcraft come from.

Bahrain has always adhered to the idea that the rules of the universe should be consistent, so that witchcraft, as a force in this universe, should be the same in nature as other forces in the universe, but in a different way.

In his ten years of study, he had learned only one witchcraft, and the only one he had ever used, the art of light. So even though he often makes seemingly esoteric points, to others, Balin is a fool who only uses illumination, and he is a fool who is very ambitious.

The words his teacher said to him the most were that he was so lofty, whimsical, and ungrounded.

During his ten years of study, Bahrain has made many strange and incomprehensible ideas. He put forward many hypotheses about the origin of witchcraft, but he also disproved them himself.

In the past, he always thought that mathematics was logic, and mathematics was the most direct manifestation of the universe, so he thought for a long time that the universe was composed of various logics. But one day when he was getting a haircut, he suddenly discovered a huge math problem.

He called this question the barber's paradox, and he asked a question for people to answer. Suppose a barber in a small town declares that he only gives and must give haircuts to people who don't, should he give himself a haircut?

The proposition of this paradox is undoubtedly a huge impact on the existing set theory, and it is also an impact on the existing basic theories of mathematics. If you want to solve this paradox, you can only abandon logic, because it is against logic anyway. So he boldly proposed a new conjecture that mathematics is not based on logic but on symbols.

And for witchcraft, which is essentially illogical, it is itself a variant of the barber's paradox. The human body itself comes from nature and lives in the universe, and must conform to the basic logic of the universe, so the state of the human body must be in line with the current laws of nature. But witchcraft is precisely the supernatural statement of the human body. Two completely different statements on the same carrier that violate the logical relationship exist at the same time.

This is also known as the superposition principle in microscopic witchcraft research.

Bahrain has tried countless times to define a symbol of the supernatural in his mind, trying to solve the problem of his own wizarding heart in a way that solves the barber's paradox. But for now it seems that everything is in vain.

His teacher once thought that this unlearned child had gone crazy. How can supernatural powers be inexplicably and wonderfully acquired through a random definition? This is simply a manifestation of laziness and laziness.

Long-term mathematical research has caused Bahrain to suffer from cervical spondylosis at a young age, and as he grows older, the long-term compression of the cervical spine makes Bahrain often feel dizzy, nauseous and nauseous.

After the teacher's death, Balin lost the ability to continue to live in the simple wizarding tower used by the collective, and continued to live with such a group of ordinary people as he considered it. So he decided to set off for the Tower of Babel, one of the holy places for wizards.

The Tower of Babel is not a magical tower, but a complex of wizarding towers made up of countless wizarding towers. Located near the rift of Purgatory in the endless yellow sand, it has guarded the gate connecting with the world of Purgatory for mankind for countless years.

Many exciting heroic legends begin here. The Tower of Babel only accepts official wizards to join, and wizard apprentices can only expect to be accepted as disciples by official wizards. For countless years, I don't know how many young people with dreams have crossed this desert to meet the holy land in their hearts. But all that was left was a white skeleton in the desert.

It's not that the desert is too dangerous, it's just that the chances of being spotted by an official wizard are almost zero. These young people with dreams either died of old age outside the tower, or left to return home exhausted.

Many young people who came to chase their dreams settled and multiplied outside the confines of the Tower of Babel. Gradually, a city called the Sea of Stars arose in the yellow sand.

Far away, with chapped lips and dark eyes, Bahrain was severely dehydrated, looking at the low-rise houses in the earthy yellow. A little bit of green embellishment, that is the sea of stars, his destination.

He looked through the distorted air, a triumphant smile on his lips. It was almost time to arrive, but he suddenly felt the world spin around, and then fell off the camel with a thud.

His whole body had lost his strength, and the sudden dizziness made him have to close his eyes. He had begun to vaguely understand that he was about to die. Crossing the long desert without any experience, you can only move wildly according to the direction of the sun every day. Survive sandstorms and survive every cold night. Finally drained his life.

At the end of his life, he was still unwilling. He defined various supernatural symbols in his mind again and again, until finally he was inspired by the strong sunlight and defined a symbol of the sun. An inexplicable whisper came from his ear: "Sage who has traveled through the desert, go to the Tower of Dreams, and ignite a beam of arcane light for the wizard's world"

His consciousness began to sink, and without warning, he came to an inexplicable space. Many, many symbols of all kinds floated in the space of his consciousness. At this moment, his consciousness became clear. He didn't know if it was a dying hallucination or some other strange wizard event. But he could be clearly sure that each of the symbols here was the one he had defined in an attempt to unveil the origins of witchcraft.

These symbols, which have never had any meaning, appear abruptly in the space of consciousness. Whether it is a hallucination or not, for these symbols that have become their own demons, for Bahrain, who obviously no longer feels his body, survival has lost its meaning. At this moment, he just wanted to touch the symbols one by one.

He had no limbs anymore, and only consciously wished to touch these elf-like beings. As if in a dream that didn't go deep, a hand suddenly appeared, and then it stretched straight to the nearest symbol. It was the last symbol he defined before he died, the symbol of the sun.

The two touched each other, and an indescribable sensation hit. It seems to be a loud bang in consciousness, it seems to be a burst of bright light in consciousness, it seems to be a murmur in consciousness. He couldn't be sure of how the whole process happened, the only thing he could be sure of was. At the touch of it, he became one with the symbol. He is an extension of the sun.

Bursts of hot pain came from his throat, and his weak limbs, hot skin, and his eyelids were open by the sticking of eye feces.

He was already on the verge of death, but he came back to life for no reason.

His consciousness was completely restored, and he understood that in this last moment he had instinctively completed a true spiritual offering. Although he had not been able to explain the principles of true spirit devotion, he knew that he had become an official wizard.

The difference is that he is not dedicated to the whole of nature, but to the symbol of the sun, which he defines as a representative.

Yes, if he had to explain, he could only say that the devotion of the true spirit does not have to be consecrated to the natural world, but can also be consecrated to a defined symbol. He didn't know how the two would differ in the future. But the essence has become very different.

When he came back to his senses, he suddenly found that all the abnormalities in his body had disappeared abruptly. The originally blazing sun only sent a very comfortable warmth.

He slowly straightened up, closed his eyes and meditated. He was going to make sure of a conjecture.

Then he suddenly opened his eyes and stood up, laughing maniacally in the yellow sand. He laughed so hysterically.

Sure enough, as he had conjectured, although he still could not fully explain the principle, it was clear that he had absorbed the rays of sunlight that had shone on him through meditation.

Instead of the light quanta being converted into heat energy and absorbed by the skin, it is like merging the sun symbol in the space of consciousness and fusing a ray of sunlight into itself.

If someone looks at it from the outside world, when meditating, the whole person in Bahrain is obviously darker than the surroundings, not because of the color change caused by the change in the length of the light, but the decrease in the intensity of the light.

Taking a slow step forward, he reached out to perform the only sorcery he knew, the light spell.

The originally fluorescent, cold light, released a blazing and dazzling light at this moment. With a movement of his mind, the dazzling light turned into a fiery ray that shone on the camel that had been carrying him for nearly a month.

"Flutter", the moment the camel was irradiated by the rays, the blazing heat stimulated the nerves, and the four hooves instinctively rushed forward, accompanied by a desolate and high-pitched wail. It was ignited into a fireball.

A charred corpse then collapsed.

With a slight kick, Balin felt another wave of dizziness. But instead of falling, he took a stride, past the charred corpse that still exuded heat, and headed toward his goal.

This time, his target is no longer the city called the Sea of Stars, but the Tower of Babel, a group of towers surrounded by earthy yellow houses.