Bloodline Wizard's Dragon Transformation Diary

Chapter 8 Hidden in the Clouds and Mist, Shadows Above the Clouds

The reason for this is quite simple.

Other spells, however, all involve the wizard's own power.

However, the power touched by the deciphering technique is not the wizard's own power, but rather the power borrowed from "truth and records".

All magic in this world, once cast, leaves a trace in the world and a record in the truth.

The three nodes of the interpretation technique are to mobilize the 'record' left by the spell in the truth in an extremely simple and direct way.

Even if you are not a wizard yet, as long as your mental strength is slightly stronger than that of an ordinary person and you can pass through those three nodes, you can trigger this interpretation spell—you can imagine how simple this spell is.

According to Luo Ang's understanding, this interpretation technique, though called a spell, is actually more similar to a command he used in his previous life to retrieve data from a database for comparison.

After failing twice, Loon successfully used the deciphering technique on the third attempt.

An incredibly mysterious rhythm descended, resonating with the third reel.

The spell model sealed in the third scroll, along with the runes, nodes, and the spell's effects, were all reflected in Loon's mind.

This spell is called Concealment in the Clouds.

If this spell is successfully cast, the caster will be able to merge with the clouds and mist, completely concealing their form and aura within the clouds and mist, achieving an effect similar to invisibility, and moving silently within the clouds and mist.

"This is where it's hidden in the clouds and mist."

The moment he confirmed the spell's effect, Luo Ang knew that the spell he needed to solidify was the Concealment in the Clouds!

Concealing one's form and aura within the clouds and mist sounds like a somewhat useless effect.

In reality, however, the effect of this spell is extremely terrifying—especially after it has been solidified, when Loon casts this spell, it is completely silent.

This means that, if the difference in strength is not too great, Luo Ang can turn any place with clouds and mist into his own territory. If he wants to fight an enemy, he can fight whenever he wants and leave whenever he wants.

In a battle, one can imagine how much initiative this would give.

Not to mention, clouds and fog are a much easier "home ground" to create than environments like deserts or forests.

As he pondered the effects and uses of this spell, Luo Ang inexplicably thought of a creature from a game in his previous life—the Mist Demon.

Those are peculiar creatures that can hide in the clouds and become one with them.

It is a weak creature, but when it hides in the clouds, even the strongest warriors will have to expend a lot of effort to deal with it.

Luo Angzai carefully examined the model hidden in the clouds and mist.

The model of a level 0 spell typically has around twelve nodes.

However, there are eighteen nodes hidden in the clouds.

Constructing a spell model that can be hidden in the clouds is naturally more complex than ordinary spells.

Fortunately, Luo Ang's mental strength has become very resilient after three years of endurance.

At the same time, he had also experienced creating spell models in a more difficult way—that is, by forcibly tracing and copying runes. Therefore, although this spell model hidden in the clouds was difficult, it was still acceptable in Luo Ang's eyes.

Luo Ang's mental energy was being rapidly depleted, and within that mysterious space, it seemed as if an invisible pen was outlining and sculpting.

His own spiritual strength is both the driving force behind wielding the pen and the ink consumed by it.

Not long after, when Luo Ang had consumed about two-thirds of his own mental energy, the spell model hidden in the clouds was finally successfully constructed.

Within the mysterious space, the successfully constructed magical model, like clouds and mist, gathers and disperses uncertainly, sometimes present and sometimes absent.

Somewhat dazed, Luo Ang stared at the mischievous, seemingly sentient magic model for a long time before finally refocusing his attention on what was before him.

He sat in the old man's chair, rested his mind, and then drifted into a meditative state.

Two seeds nestled together stirred slightly, like bells colliding.

In the midst of the collision, the spell model that had already been constructed in the spiritual space and was hidden in the clouds and mist fell directly into the earth formed by this mystery, seeping into the earth like real clouds and mist.

In an instant, the spell model had fallen into the two seeds, connecting them like a bridge.

It is like the roots growing from two seeds, intertwined with each other.

In that instant, Luo Ang's mind became involuntarily dazed. He seemed to hear the sound of thunder, as if the Thunderclap Technique he had 'abandoned' was resentful.

His vision, his perception, in that instant, traversed an infinitely vast distance.

In that infinitely distant and boundless place, there is a sky shrouded in clouds and mist, or rather, a sky formed by clouds and mist.

Within the clouds and mist, majestic and sacred creatures, whose full forms are not visible, roam freely, as if carrying the endless clouds and mist on their backs. Every now and then, a single scale or claw will stir up the thick clouds and mist.

In another instant, Luo Ang had already snapped back to his senses.

Spell solidification is complete!

That sense of emptiness, stemming from the soul, was filled in that instant.

An unparalleled sense of satisfaction welled up in Loen's heart.

He stood up, stretching his limbs as he began to attempt the second spell in his life.

Compared to the difficulty of casting the Thunderclap spell last time, this time the spell was incredibly easy and smooth.

A single thought crossed my mind.

Concealing himself in the clouds and mist was an instinctive and effortless success in casting the spell. Everything happened naturally, without him noticing the slightest bit of pressure, unlike the immense burden he had experienced when casting the Thunderclap spell before.

After successfully casting the spell, he entered a phase that required consuming mental energy to maintain it. Even though there was no mist in the library, Luo Ang's figure still appeared somewhat hazy, as if mist was naturally generated within his body with each breath as the spell continued.

He continued to maintain the spell while moving back and forth in the library.

As he activated the spell, his movements became lighter, leaving no trace and making no sound.

"Indeed, the true effect of a spell cannot be seen from words alone—words and records are all things left by people, and even objective records will have emphasis and omissions."

"Only personal experience is the most real and true thing!" Luo Ang carefully felt the effect of the spell on him, getting used to the feeling.

After a full hour and a half, a slight feeling of fatigue finally surfaced in Luo Ang's mind, letting him know that it was time to stop the spell.

"An hour and a half!" After calculating the duration of the spell, Loon couldn't help but grin, a silent laugh filled with unprecedented exhilaration.

One and a half hours.

An hour and a half!

As long as he doesn't do anything reckless, he can escape to any kind of battlefield in this hour and a half.

"In future operations, we should go to places with complex terrain, such as watersides and forests, where fog is likely to rise," Luo Ang considered his future principles.

It sounds a bit cowardly, but that's exactly what it means to survive!

This wizarding world is far too dangerous!

After thinking it over, Luo Ang turned his attention back to the present, only to find that a very thin layer of mist had appeared in the library at some point.