Chaotic Aura!
Sensing the strange fluctuation approaching him, Owen's expression showed a hint of surprise.
Chaotic Aura, as the oldest source of magic and the foundation of all magic, was incredibly powerful. It overshadowed all other schools of magic, standing as the undisputed king of magic.
Precisely because of its uniqueness, it was almost impossible for mages to control.
Yet here was this androgynous creature, capable of wielding this extraordinary Chaotic Aura. Rachel and the others also noticed this scene and were visibly horrified.
Was this The Celestial's true test for them?
A monster wielding the most primal, ancient magic!
It was well known that chaos magic had appeared only rarely throughout the vast river of history.
Each ti it erged, it would stir up a storm across the planes, becoming the indisputable pinnacle existence of its era.
Such individuals could almost claim an eternal legacy.
For them, defeating higher-level opponents was as easy as playing a ga. With this monster already surpassing Throne Celestial and wielding Chaotic Aura, it was almost invincible!
Rachel and the others were filled with dread, as they had never encountered such a terrifying opponent before.
However, the astonishnt on Owen's face lasted only for a fleeting mont.
Because under his keen gaze, he noticed a flaw in the creature's form!
"Heh, it's rely a special creature crafted using the corpse of a chaos-bodied mage. It doesn't truly wield chaos magic!"
As soon as Owen spoke, a wave of astonishnt rippled through the group.
They quickly cald down and looked at the creature wielding Chaotic Aura, letting out a faint sigh of relief.
Indeed, as Owen said, the flow of Chaotic Aura around the creature was restricted and lacked true fluidity. Moreover, the aura was impure.
Nevertheless, it was still imnsely dangerous. Chaotic Aura could devour all other magic, rendering magical attacks almost entirely ineffective against it.
"Owen, leave this creature to ," said the elderly man, stepping in front of Owen, his expression solemn as he gazed at the creature ahead.
"Are you sure you can handle it?" Owen asked.
While Owen himself did not fear this mage wielding Chaotic Aura, for others, it was an insurmountable chasm.
"Let try. The Alps has its own pride and heritage," the elder replied.
As he spoke, complex runes began to appear around him.
These runes were as small as ants, but they were densely packed, forming a swarm that circled him. Gradually, they shaped into a unique altar.
Once the altar appeared, an ancient and primal aura surged from the elder.
"O Ancient Mountain Lord, embodint of wisdom and power, ancient force that topples all, your servant sings your praises!"
As the elder's chant grew louder, the reverberations spread like waves, rolling endlessly.
It was as though the chant had crossed the bounds of ti and space, reaching the ears of a mysterious and powerful being.
The creature wielding Chaotic Aura seed to sense sothing amiss. Its expression darkened as it channeled its mana, charging straight at the elder!
In an instant, under the enhancent of chaotic energy, the creature's speed was almost instantaneous. It appeared before the elder in the blink of an eye.
Chaotic Aura condensed into a deadly blade, slashing toward the elder's neck with howling winds. Order shattered, and all structure dissolved.
This slash seed unstoppable.
Yet just as the blade was about to strike the elder's neck, an ethereal figure materialized before him.
Like a blooming, otherworldly flower, the terrifying slash was halted mid-air, unable to advance even a milliter further.
The creature shuddered, a chill running down its spine, as the phantom figure opened its previously shut eyes to gaze at it.
What kind of eyes were those?
Cold, unfeeling, devoid of any emotion.
They viewed all things in heaven and earth as re trifles.
Even the Chaotic Aura within the creature began to dissipate under the gaze of those eyes.
Just this phantom alone was so fearso-how terrifying must its true form be? anwhile, observing this scene, Owen's expression showed a trace of astonishnt.
He couldn't tell if it was his imagination, but he felt as though the phantom figure summoned by the elder looked sowhat familiar.
However, just as he tried to focus on it, the figure vanished without a trace, leaving only its unique aura lingering within the elder, causing his strength to surge dramatically.
Though this power boost was temporary, it was enough for the elder to contend with the creature wielding chaos magic.
Seeing this, Owen no longer hesitated. He charged toward the island in the depths of the Black
Sea.
"A familiar figure, Chaotic Aura..."
As he dashed forward, images of Leslie and his daughter quickly flashed through Owen's
mind.
To him, the mysterious figure summoned by the elder bore a striking resemblance to Leslie in both deanor and appearance.
As for Chaotic Aura, before leaving, Owen had already sensed the signs of universal
convergence within Little Leslie.
Once the convergence was complete, it would return to chaos.
His daughter's talent was, at the very least, on par with the level of chaos magic!
As this thought crossed Owen's mind, within the small world-
Little Leslie suddenly sneezed. Rubbing her round cheeks, she murmured in confusion,
"What's going on? Is soone thinking of ?"
This puzzlent quickly passed, and her face lit up with a radiant smile.
"Papa... Papa's thinking of ," she said cheerfully.
Then, countless strands of Order surged within her. As she lightly traced her fingers through
the void, these strands rapidly converged, transforming into the purest Chaotic Aura.
The ergence of Chaotic Aura left everyone in the small world, including the Dragon Princess and Ysera, staring at Little Leslie in shock.
Chaotic Aura!
How old was Little Leslie, and she could already wield chaos magic? This... this was
astonishing!
From what they knew, even the ancient prodigies recorded in history, who mastered chaos magic, could only do so after many years of cultivation.
For soone as young as Little Leslie to wield chaos magic was unheard of in all of history!
"Not just a genius in chaos magic, but to wield it at such a young age... her potential is
limitless!"
"She is the daughter of Lady Leslie and Owen. With such an incredible lineage, perhaps this
isn't so surprising."
"What a terrifying family! Owen and Leslie are already extraordinary, and now their child
possesses such talent. It's unbelievable!"
As the others whispered, Leslie remained calm.
While everyone else regarded Little Leslie as a peerless prodigy in chaos magic, only Leslie
knew the truth.
Chaos magic was rely the surface. Little Leslie's true talent was far beyond their
imagination!
At that mont, under everyone's gaze, Little Leslie manipulated the Chaotic Aura to trace a
sweet heart shape before her.
She pushed it gently forward with her tiny hand, and the heart, a representation of her longing, crossed the void and rushed toward Owen's direction.
...
On the vast, boundless black sea, Owen flew swiftly through the air.
With no more monsters blocking his way, it took him only half an hour to see the outline of an
island ahead.
The island wasn't large, entirely shrouded in darkness, with only an ancient, tightly sealed temple exuding a profound and aged aura.
At the sight of this temple, information about the Dark Temple imdiately surfaced in
Owen's mind.
Although the system's introduction to the Dark Temple was brief, the mission's rewards indicated its extre difficulty!
The Dark Temple was certainly not as simple as it appeared.
As Owen drew closer, the ancient aura emanating from the Dark Temple filled him with
unease.
The nearer he got, the more he felt a sense of assimilation. His magical energy began to solidify, making it increasingly difficult to channel.
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