Rebirth Of The Noble Mage Behind The Scenes
Chapter 91 Strange Dreams

Chapter 91: Chapter 91 Strange Dreams

That evening, Anvis began his daily meditation routine as usual.

Accompanied by the operation of an exclusive meditation technique, the thick spiritual power in the Spirit Space ebbed and flowed like the tide. Each rise and fall made it more concentrated and powerful.

After an indeterminate period...

In a hazy state, Anvis looked around bewilderedly.

The surroundings were a desolate and silent gray plain, with unevenly sized grayish-white rocks sparsely strewn across the utterly flat gravel terrain, devoid of any vegetation.

At that moment, he was riding a horse, slowly walking down a lengthy gray stone path.

The path ahead was not straight but curved slightly, stretching endlessly into the far distance, like the grayish-white mountains in the backdrop.

The sky seemed enshrouded in thick dark clouds, dim and grayish-white, giving off an extremely oppressive feeling.

The sound of horse hooves clattered, echoing on the quiet road.

Strangely, Anvis felt nothing amiss.

He didn’t know where he was heading, nor did he know what he was supposed to do.

All he wanted was to keep moving forward, towards the endlessly distant grayish-white horizon under the sky that shone with a faint grayish-white light, as if it were eternally unchanging.

...Horizon?

A flicker of confusion crossed his mind, and Anvis vaguely felt a discordance, as though something was wrong.

Suddenly, a fierce sound of horse hooves approached from behind.

Instinctively turning his head, Anvis saw a figure radiating endless Holy Light, with a terrifying oppressive aura, riding a grayish-black horse, swiftly chasing after him!

A huge sense of fear gripped his heart, and Anvis frantically tightened his grip on the horse, spurring it to run desperately forward, in an attempt to escape the chasing figure behind him.

But contrary to his wishes, even though Anvis had pushed his horse to its fastest, the terrifying figure of Holy Light was still getting closer.

The intense radiance even turned his body into an odd semi-transparent state.

The grayish-black horse was evidently faster than his!

...No, this isn’t right, it shouldn’t be like this.

In the midst of fear and despair, it seemed that some kind of restraint had suddenly broken and disappeared. Fragments of Magic Spells flashed rapidly through his mind.

In the next instant, Anvis instinctively hugged the horse’s head tightly, magical brilliance lit up in his hands, and a Spell was instantly cast.

Third Rank Spell—Summon Phantom Horse!

The form of the horse beneath him suddenly changed, its body gradually becoming somewhat ethereal, with pure Magic Power particles replacing muscles and bones, transforming the entire horse into a form composed purely of Magic Power.

Accompanying the complete transformation, the horse’s speed suddenly surged.

The dreadful figure of Holy Light that had almost reached him, now, with the speeding up of Anvis’s horse, was gradually left behind, shrinking into a smaller and smaller white dot.

Phew—

Anvis sighed in relief, looking towards the increasingly closer mountains ahead, and suddenly a touch of doubt arose in his heart.

Where is this?

But before he could find the answer, the mountains, wilderness, winding path and the horse suddenly became somewhat blurry.

In the next instant, Anvis realized, he had run into a room.

The room’s furnishings were fresh and simple, with a mysterious faint fragrance lingering in the air. A cute British Shorthair cat plushie wearing a sleeping cap was placed on a pale pink canopy bed, clearly a young girl’s room.

For some reason, he felt very familiar with this place.

Is this Fiona’s room?

Groggily thinking, Anvis stood up from the colorful toy rocking horse he was still on, and looked around.

A wooden classical writing desk, a bookshelf filled with Magic Books, a soft long velvet sofa, a small mosaic table beside the sofa, topped with a bottle of light blue strange roses.

But apart from that canopy bed, the other furniture all seemed somewhat blurry.

...Have I been here before?

A vague thought flashed through his mind, Anvis walked over to the bookshelf and randomly pulled out a thick, dark green book.

There were no words on the cover, only a flowing color like a deep abyss.

As he picked up the book, the color flowed like liquid down the spine to his hand.

He tried to open the book, but found that there was nothing in his hands, only a dense flowing dark green.

Upon closer inspection, he was actually holding a handful of soil imbued with the essence of dark green.

Fresh green sprouts emerged from the soil, growing rapidly, with nine pure white flowers dangling from slightly curved stems in Anvis’s hands, gently swaying and producing a series of crisp, pleasant wind chime sounds.

Strangely, as the flowers swayed, the sound of the wind chimes gradually transformed into the melody of a piano.

...For Elise?

Once again, the thoughts in his mind gradually became clear.

The surrounding environment gradually faded, and the pure white flowers in his hands swayed, emitting cooing sounds.

?

Upon a closer look, those weren’t flowers at all, but nine miniature pigeons.

"Coo—"

Upon recognizing the object in his hands, the pigeons’ originally faint cooing became clear, and they flapped their wings to Anvis’s shoulder, stacking on top of each other.

"Coo—", "Coo coo—"

The noisy pigeon coos instantly overwhelmed Anvis.

"Coo! Coo—coo, coo—coo—coo! Coo—coo—typing..."

...Pigeons?

Coo all day today? Will definitely make up for it tomorrow?

Listening to the pigeons’ strange calls, inexplicable thoughts emerged in Anvis’s mind.

Even he didn’t understand why such thoughts suddenly arose.

"Coo? Are you calling for coo?"

Suddenly, an immensely huge pigeon head, so big it blocked all of Anvis’s vision, descended from the ceiling and appeared upside down in front of Anvis.

With the sounds of the pigeons, the entire world shattered like a fragile mirror.

Familiar fluctuations of spiritual power reappeared in his senses, instantly bringing Anvis back to full consciousness.

Was it... a dream?

Anvis opened his deep blue eyes, realizing he was still in the posture of meditation.

It was now well past midnight, six Magic Times since he had entered meditation.

Silvery moonlight streamed through the window, quietly enveloping Anvis’s body like a hazy veil.

The pigeon squatted on his chest in an anti-gravity pose, its white feathers refracting a faint halo in the moonlight, staring at him with its round, red-black eyes.

The next moment, feedback from the spiritual power surge due to the Rank breakthrough gently arrived.

The structure of the Initial Magic underwent new changes, and the total amount of spiritual power increased significantly!

Enveloped by the powerful tidal spiritual power, the core crystal of the Spiritual Core faintly exhibited mysterious and intricate patterns.

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