Lord of the Magical Beasts

Chapter 497: Soul Summoning

Chapter 497: Soul Summoning

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

After officially stabilizing himself at the level of a Soul Wizard and Low-level Deity, Yang Ling once again entered the Wizard Pagoda’s Space.

The Wizard Pagoda’s Space was getting larger and larger, with a vast ocean and an endless plain. The small lake in the past had long become a boundless ocean. The sapling of the Tree of Life in the middle of the island had also grown to become a towering tree. It had evolved from a small sapling to an Ancient Tree of War and could attack all creatures approaching the island without discrimination. It then evolved from an Ancient Tree of War to an Ancient Tree of Intelligence, and could finally secrete a little Water of the Spring of Life every day.

The six-winged Angel Leader Ophilia was the first to sense the changes in the sapling of the Tree of Life and had collected the Water of the Spring of Life secreted by the Ancient Tree of Intelligence every day using a crystalline bottle. She walked forward, holding the bottle of Water of the Spring of Life when she saw Yang Ling, “Sir, it’s strange. Ever since you advanced to the divine level, this physical dimension has undergone a drastic change. The Tree of Life has evolved to become an Ancient Tree of intelligence and could secrete a decent amount of precious Water of the Spring of Life every day!”

Ophilia was extremely surprised about the transformation in the Wizard Pagoda’s Space.

As a six-winged Angel Leader, she had once descended upon countless physical dimensions. However, she had never seen a dimension that transformed as quickly as the Wizard Pagoda’s Space. The area of the dimension had increased several hundred times, and it was utterly unimaginable! Originally, she had been worried if the Wizard Pagoda’s Space had changed because it had been affected by some Space Turbulence. However, she did not notice any Space Cracks after observing the area fearfully for a few days!

“That’s not strange, that’s not strange at all!” Looking at the innocent Angel Leader Ophilia in her flowy white robe, Yang Ling let out a mysterious smile, “That’s right, Ophilia, shortly, we will be expecting a large number of people coming to live here permanently. How are the preparations for the spreading of the Wizard Sect?”

“You need not worry, Sir. With the Five-clawed Golden Dragon Flag, my sisters and I have found success in spreading the word of the sect.” After keeping the Water of the Spring of Life, Ophilia quickly reported the latest situation to Yang Ling.

With the Five-clawed Golden Dragon Flag and her identity as an angel, she had quickly obtained the trust of the tribespeople. After unleashing several so-called miracles, she had successfully built a foundation for the belief in the Great Wizard within the hearts of the people. With the help of the Beastman Priest Augustus, a replica of the Wizard’s Pagoda would soon be built within the village of the tribespeople, allowing them to pray and offer sacrifices conveniently.

“Great, that’s great! This Water of the Spring of Life should also be quite beneficial to you angels, leave a portion as a reserve, and use the rest as you see fit. Try your best to recover the abilities to the level of your main body!” Sensing the faint streaks of Wish Power in the air, Yang Ling nodded with satisfaction.

According to Ophilia, the City Amongst the Clouds would decisively destroy their main bodies when it sensed that it had suddenly lost a connection with their souls in order to prevent any accidents. However, even though the abilities of their doubles were far weaker than that of their main bodies, the angels’ consciousness is no different from that of their main bodies. As long as they could absorb a large amount of energy, using their understanding of the various laws, they would be able to advance in level rapidly.

Just as he had expected, these subjugated Blood Angels were indeed the best choice when it comes to spreading his faith.

After the population of his territory increased by thousands of times, as long as he planned it well, he could move tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of people into the Wizard Pagoda’s Space without anyone realizing it. When that time comes, through the building of Wizard Pagodas, the display of so-called miracles, the provision of aid, or even threats, he would be able to quickly build up faith in the Great Wizard in the hearts of the people. When that time comes, he would be able to obtain an endless stream of Wish Power and quickly elevate his Soul Energy, speeding up the rate of his cultivation.

After leaving Ophilia a few instructions, Yang Ling quickly made his way around the Wizard Pagoda’s Space a few times. Seeing that the Flying Dragon King, Unicorn, Horned Soul Snake, and Shadow Wizard Winnink training silently, Yang Ling nodded with satisfaction. He then teleported to the side of the Divine-level Magical Beast Golden Roc and closely sensed the changes in its body.

Perhaps it was because it had spent a great deal of energy to absorb the last attack of the Lightning God Tribulation, the white fog released by the Wizard’s Pagoda had become much duller, and the area which was enveloped by it had become half the size it had been originally; However, after having successfully advanced, the energy harbored by the white fog had become purer. Through his powerful Divine Knowledge, Yang Ling could sense that the injuries on the Golden Roc were becoming better. It was slow, but its damaged organs were continuously getting repaired.

“Don’t disappoint me when you one day descend unto this world once again!” After stroking the fierce claw of the Golden Roc, Yang Ling turned to leave the Wizard Pagoda’s Space.

Even though he has stabilized himself as a Soul Wizard, there were just too many Wizard Techniques recorded on the stele, many of them incredibly hard to understand. Both the soul attack Wizard Techniques and the Soul Restriction required time to learn. Even though he could not do it, for the time being, he believed that he would one day be able to revive the Golden Roc that could not seal itself due to it being severely injured; He believed that after he completely understood the Soul Restriction, he would be able to obtain the secrets behind the Angel Battle Formation and create the unique Mighty Beast Domain.

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Just as Yang Ling was prepared to sit down on the Great Wizard Altar to continue training, a wave of melancholic sounds from a flute suddenly spread toward him in the night. The quality of the sound was sweet and beautiful at the start, its rhythm fast. It sounded like a happy little bird flying in the sky. After that, the sounds became fleeting, like a pair of passionate lovers whispering to each other. Finally, the pitch of the sound changed abruptly, maintaining a low pitch as it emanated boundless sorrow and endless grief...

A bagpipe?

Thinking about the beautiful fleeting melody of the flute in the movie Titanic, Yang Ling walked toward the sound of the flute. He stepped on a winding pebble road and walked past a foggy lake and through a lush forest before he arrived at a lone villa.

Under the hazy moonlight, Ashnamov was sitting on the grassy field alone, his enigmatic gaze now red, with tears flowing down his face. He held a long, thin flute in his hand, the deerskin windbag gently moving in the cold air, letting out waves of a low-pitched sound.

A hero only cries when his sad past has been mentioned!

As a powerful Galapagos Tortoiseman, as the bravest warrior of the Rossi Empire in the past, as the greatest general with many war contributions in the Magical Beast Territory, Ashnamov has always presented himself as a bold general in front of others. Even when facing enemy forces that outnumbered his own, even after he slipped into a heavy embattlement, he had clenched his teeth and survived. To think that this brave, decisive warrior could produce such a moving melody with his flute. To think that he would have such a melancholic side!

He was strong on the outside, but had sensitive feelings!

“Ashnamov, bring along your necklace and follow me!” Looking at the necklace on Ashnamov’s neck, hearing the melancholic sounds of the flute, Yang Ling did not have to think too much to understand what was going on. After having solidified his level as a Soul Wizard, with the help of the Great Wizard Altar, Yang Ling was already rather confident that he could revive Ashnamov’s wife, Sylvia.

“Yes, thank you, Sir!” After recovering from his surprise, Ashnamov became elated, quickly following behind Yang Ling. After having advanced to the divine level, Yang Ling’s ability had become even deeper beyond comprehension. At the very least, just Yang Ling being able to arrive at his side silently made him extremely confident in Yang Ling.

After fetching over the necklace in Ashnamov’s hands, Yang Ling flew onto the Great Wizard Altar and sat down, prepared to revive Ashnamov’s wife, Sylvia.

The necklace was not large and was cold to the touch, with many mysterious images and patterns carved onto its body. Using his powerful Divine Knowledge, he quickly found a small dimension within the necklace, noticing a young lady in deep slumber.

She was dressed in an old white long dress, and had fair skin that was devoid of color; Her black hair scattered messily onto the ground, revealing her pale face; Her brows were gently knit as if she had suffered pain before she died...

“Transform the universe, gather the spirit, and take form!”

After letting out a loud grunt, Yang Ling recited an incantation and cast the Soul Summoning Spell. His massive Wizard Power and Divine Knowledge welled out of his body, setting up a layer of Soul Restriction around the Wizard’s Pagoda. He then performed the rites needed for the soul summoning. Soon, fervent incantation rang out around him as an obscure wave of energy spread out around him.

Slowly, the Great Wizard Altar started to spin silently as mysterious symbols appeared. Within the necklace, Sylvia, who had slumbered for many years, gently moved her eyelids, her ice-cold heart slowly starting to beat again. She released a weak ripple of life energy.

“Sylvia, it’s Sylvia!” Sensing the familiar aura in the air, Ashnamov was incredibly excited, nervously staring at the necklace Yang Ling had placed in front of him.

It has been so many years, but he had always dreamed of meeting her again!

In all these years, he had spent many nights dreaming about meeting his lover, dreaming about the happy days they once spent chasing after each other on the beach, dreaming about the sweet period when they had just gotten married, dreaming about his lover Sylvia’s mischievous smile. However, just when his longtime dream was about to come true, he felt an unprecedented sense of nervousness.

He was worried that the spell would fail. He was worried that one day, even dreaming would become a luxury!

Deep into the dusk, Wissen Town was enveloped in a thick fog. The morning wind is cold, and everyone was asleep. However, just as every living creature was deep in slumber, they were jolted away by a pitiful cry. The sound was fleeting as if it had come from the faraway horizon, or someone was whispering in their ears. It sounded like an old mother calling for their faraway son, or someone pitifully calling for their lover...

The pitiful sound spread through the entire Magical Beast Territory, through the entire vast Tailun Continent; It spread through time and space, dragging everyone’s consciousness back into their long-past youth...

Bathed by the pitiful sound, the people started to remember the memories they had sealed off, as well as their loved ones who have since passed on...

They woke up crying!

Sometime later, Ashnamov, who was crying as he groveled on the ground, suddenly saw a flash of silver light. He saw that a woman dressed in a flowy white dress had suddenly appeared in front of his hazy line of sight. Her facial features were getting clearer and clearer, her brows gently knit, her shoulder-length hair dancing in the wind...

Sylvia!

Seeing the figure that had appeared in his dreams countless times, Ashnamov charged forward without regard. At this moment, he had to have his beloved wife tightly in his embrace, even if this was just a dream!