Rebirth Of The Noble Mage Behind The Scenes
Chapter 157: The Sealed Darkness

Chapter 157: Chapter 157: The Sealed Darkness

That night.

In the room of a modest inn, Anvis sat cross-legged on the bed, quietly practicing his meditation.

The crisp silver moonlight enveloped his body like water, subtly nourishing his spirit.

In the midst of it all, Anvis suddenly saw a blurred vision.

Within the pitch-black dungeon, a naturally-dressed, translucent figure was completely enshrouded by a mass of squirming, pink tentacles.

The figure’s face was too hazy to discern clearly.

Logically speaking, from his perspective, he should not have been able to see the figure fully wrapped up.

But Anvis just had a feeling.

That it was Evan—

The vision quickly faded away, replaced by another scene.

Unlike the first, which felt as ethereal as a dream, the second scene was much clearer and carried a faint icy coldness that felt oddly familiar.

A damp and dimly lit cave, its walls emitting a pallid phosphorescent glow.

An ancient stone altar inscribed with sinister patterns, with a thick crimson substance solidified in the depths of each pattern’s grooves.

Myriad figures in tattered dark-green linen robes, with hoods drawn over their heads, stood silently before the altar.

At the top of the altar, a rectangular stone sacrificial platform held a listless girl lying supine.

A figure in a dark-green priest robe, holding a bizarre ritual dagger, stood beside the platform, as if waiting for a specific moment to arrive.

Behind the platform, a smooth-faced female statue emanated a lurid purple light that enveloped all atop the altar.

In the glow, intricately carved, sinuous tentacles seemed even more frenzied, as if struggling to break free from their stone confines, coming to life.

Behind that statue, in the darkest corner of the cave, something indistinct existed.

But when Anvis tried to ’see’ it more clearly, the darkness writhed as if alive, obscuring his perception.

Seemingly aware of the obstruction, the faint coldness grew slightly stronger.

With the aid of an unknown power, Anvis’s perception pierced through the darkness, revealing the thing behind it.

A gigantic pitch-black Sealing—

The moment he glimpsed the Sealing, an indescribable aberration swiftly spread along Anvis’s perception!

Sinister, mad, discordant... It was a terror so unfathomable no human words could describe, as if emanating from the dark depths of a star cluster, akin to those ancient, detestable alien entities!

In an instant, only a dense darkness remained in the vision, and a strong shiver surged through Anvis’s spirit.

At the crucial moment, another familiar, deeply comforting icy magic suddenly descended!

The Alien Power erosion brought by the pitch-black Sealing melted away like ice and snow under this icy magic!

As the scene in his spirit gradually dissipated, Anvis woke up once again, sweating profusely, nearly collapsing onto his bedding in exhaustion.

"Huff—Huff—Huff..."

Breathing heavily, Anvis’s deep blue eyes still harbored traces of lingering fear that had not yet subsided.

This was his second time experiencing a feeling of utter helplessness.

Even without the strength of his past life, his knowledge remained.

If the Holy Light figure from little Anvis’s memories in his past life, surpassing Ninth Rank, could be likened to the sun,

Then the power behind that Sealing was like a pitch-black night sky of the same Level!

Meanwhile, Anvis turned his head, looking towards the dark green tome that was laid beside him during his meditation.

At this moment, the entire "Ancient Secret Scripture" was floating in mid-air, emitting a faint dark green glow.

The heavy cover had been opened, revealing the page with those bizarre symbols.

It seemed to have noticed the change in Anvis, or perhaps its desired objective had already been achieved.

The "Ancient Secret Scripture" floating in mid-air began to close once again and slowly descended to its original position. The dark green glow on its surface gradually dimmed, as if no change had occurred at all previously.

"..."

Anvis gazed at the dark green tome.

"..."

The dark green tome seemed to be gazing back at him.

After a moment of silence, Anvis gradually began to recall the scenes he had just witnessed.

Was that... passive precognition?

As a seer, this was the first time he genuinely experienced passive precognition of the future.

The first precognition scene seemed to be about Evan’s current situation, due to the connection of their bloodline.

The second, it was probably wholly due to the influence of the "Ancient Secret Scripture". Otherwise, with his own level of mastery in Prophecy Skill, he would be far from being able to predict such level of strength.

So, is that thing hidden in the darkness, or rather, something within the dark seal, what the "Ancient Secret Scripture" required?

Glancing at the tome that had fallen silent once again, Anvis’s fingers caressed the cover with its peculiar texture, his thoughts gradually drifting off.

If the thing within the darkness were at its peak, he naturally would have no way to deal with it.

But now, it was sealed away, and it may have been sealed for who knows how many years...

Although it was just a glimpse, Anvis saw very clearly: the seal was a perfect whole, with no signs of damage whatsoever.

This meant one thing: the entity within the seal could not resist, at most, it could only seep a portion of its power’s aura.

An entity that was restrained, weak, unable to resist, and an Alien Magic source beyond the Ninth Rank, which was also completely restrained by the power of the "Ancient Secret Scripture".

Within the deep blue of his irises, the sense of fear gradually receded, replaced by a hint of madness-flavored desire.

Having absorbed the Alien Power that came with his clone had added to his strength equivalent to half a month’s cultivation.

Then, if the "Ancient Secret Scripture" completely absorbed its power, what astonishing degree of Magic Power nourishment would he eventually receive?

........

It turned out that the information merchant’s news was correct.

On the third day at noon, that strange black three-masted sailing ship indeed entered Delas’s docks.

A number of islanders walked out from the ship’s cabin, heads wrapped in thick, deep yellow linen turbans, bodies wrapped snugly, and they started trading with the merchants already waiting at the docks.

Anvis saw very clearly, those were indeed the same gemstones and Harmonizing Agents that Evan had brought out.

Although Evan seemed to have little presence in the future crisis, after all, they had a good relationship in the past, and he should try to save him if possible.

Moreover, Anvis was determined to lay his hands on that mysterious seal on the island.

Not wasting too much talk, Anvis and Jom got the captain’s permission to board the Black Ship with the same reasoning as Evan, quite easily.

However, in contrast to this ease, besides them, dozens of people with different identities also boarded the ship, preparing to head to that overseas island for investigation.

Three days later, the Black Ship once again set sail, and under the various gazes of the people at Delas Port, it slowly sailed into the depths of the Mist Sea.