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The night was getting darker and the stars and moon were competing for splendor. The chilly evening breeze caressed the peak of the mountain, and the surroundings were peaceful and quiet.

At the top of the mountain, a middle-aged man wearing a black robe was sitting cross-legged next to a wooden house. His head was slightly lowered, so his facial features could not be seen.

Lei Mi closed his eyes to meditate. His mind was completely blank, and his entire body was relaxed. Even his breathing had gradually slowed down, as if it was not even there at all.

The world turned dark, and he could not see, but he could feel, all around him floated all kinds of invisible particles. Most of these particles were dark gray, and only three of them were lit.

It was as if all the particles were alive. Some gently and passively floated, while others violently and actively flew about. They filled this entire space, even the entire world.

The three particles that shone with a tiny light were red, green, and purple respectively. Compared to all the other dark gray particles, they were extremely obvious.

All of the fine particles were the fish in the pond that had been alarmed by the stones, and they all swam in every direction. Only the three colored particles did not disperse; instead, they gathered together wherever they went, and the thoughts that surrounded him danced in an amiable and joyful manner.

He controlled his mind to send out a call to those dark red particles. Instantly, these particles were like a hundred rivers diving into the sea, impatiently rushing towards his body along with his thoughts.

He felt as if his body had become a powerful whirlpool, greedily devouring the dark red particles like a bottomless pit.

Opening his eyes, he could feel the particles in the surrounding space being absorbed into his body through his pores. He slowly extended his right hand, and a small amount of dark red particles began to gather in the palm of his right hand like a well-trained army.

As he thought about it, the dark red particle in his palm followed his will, and with one particle as the center, the other six particles surrounded him from front to back, forming a three-dimensional model. The model continuously compressed and shrank to the center, and when the seven particles became one, a light crackling sound could be heard, and an extremely tiny flame emerged from the center of his right palm.

Remir raised his right hand in front of his eyes and carefully observed the small flame on his palm that was not much thicker than his hair.

Looking at the wisp of flame floating on his palm, he muttered to himself, "This is the most basic arrangement of the fire element." Staring at the wisp of flame floating on his palm, he murmured, "This is the most basic arrangement of the fire element. Feeling, getting close, absorbing, fusing, controlling, and controlling the natural elements that were compatible with one's physique was the process of a mage's and a warrior's cultivation. For me to be able to fuse with the three natural elements wind, fire, and thunder, I am already an unprecedented figure. "

Remir bowed his head and recalled the basics of magic practice. "Magic or combat skills are just the means by which a mage or warrior, after controlling a certain natural element, can arrange it in a certain way, make it appear or achieve a certain effect." The higher the grade and the stronger the effect of the magic, the harder it is to arrange and condense the elements, and the more elemental particles one needs to simultaneously control. Naturally, the longer it takes to successfully cast the spell … "

Thinking of this, he shook his head. "It shouldn't be like this …"

Waving his right hand with a lonely expression, the flame in his palm immediately dispersed. He raised his head to look at the silver-white moon, muttering to himself with a puzzled expression, "Element, is it really the most primitive type of energy in this world?" "Then how did the elements appear?"

Gray sky, gray clouds, gray land was a wasteland, from time to time there were huge gray rocks scattered everywhere, everything was covered by a gray fog, this was a gray world.

Here, the strong wind blew strongly throughout the years, bringing with it a large amount of gray dust and gravel, which formed a strange sound that made people tremble in fear. The strange thing was, no matter how fierce the wind was, the gray fog would always be there.

In the middle of the mountain, there was a half-human tall cave entrance. Inside the cave, there was a narrow passage that only one person could pass through. It curved and opened up after dozens of meters, forming a natural cave with a radius of tens of feet.

On the left and right sides of the cave were rough, uneven walls of stone, and in each corner were a few items. Only the one directly facing the passage at the end was a pale gray screen, and behind the curtain of light, about five meters away, was a seven-colored stream of light that formed the shape of a door. On the ground between the screen and the door of light, there were a lot of other miscellaneous objects, such as dead branches, leftover fruit cores, and rocks of various sizes.

At this moment, in front of the light screen of the stone cave, an eleven-year-old boy was rubbing his eyes as he sat up from a thick layer of beast skin on the ground. He couldn't help but mutter, "It shouldn't be like this …"

He yawned and opened his eyes. As he looked at the familiar scenery in front of him, he couldn't help but bitterly smile. He once again dreamt of that world.

Ever since he could remember, Lang Yan could only dream about this strange world in his dreams. In his dreams, he would always be able to see the real world, and in his dreams, he would become the Mage known as Lei Mi [1], and in his childhood, he would cultivate the so-called magic from the point of view of being a mage, mage, archmage, and archmage. He would slowly cultivate and study magic, mastering the unprecedented three elements of nature until the middle-aged Lei Mi reached the realm of being a Mage.

He had asked Abba all kinds of questions about these dreams countless times, but even Abba, who was extremely tall in his heart, couldn't give any definite answer to his questions.

Abba had tried to sense elements in the same way as Lang Yan had told him countless times, but to no avail.

He did not know why, but he knew that the blurry particles he sensed were not the natural elements in his dream. He did not know what they were, nor could he get close to them, but that did not stop him from taking an hour to meditate and try to come into contact with these substances, which were completely different from the ones in his dream.

Lang Yan stood up and stretched his body a few times.

At only twelve years of age, he was already five feet tall with a piece of beast skin wrapped around his waist. His figure was slightly thin, yet extremely strong, and his slightly young and naked upper body was actually filled with countless scars. His bronze colored skin, thick eyebrows, chisel-like firm lines, and disheveled hair all over his body, strangely formed an extremely masculine and unique charm to the handsome him.

After stretching his body and listening to the howling wind outside the cave for a while, Lang Yan slowly walked to the side of the stone wall, knelt down in front of a stone carving box in the corner, closed his eyes and put his hands together, then said in a low voice, "Good morning, Abba. This damn wind is starting to die down again. Please bless Yan'er, find enough Desolate Fruits to safely reach the desolate lake."

With these words, he grabbed the two leather bags beside the box, tied them to the beast skins on both sides of his waist, stood up and walked out of the tunnel with big strides.

Outside of the cave entrance, Lang Yan sensed the gradually weakening gale, so he didn't hesitate to jump down the mountain.

He easily picked up the easiest spot on the hillside where he could land, and from time to time, he would slightly shift his body to the side, allowing some of the rocks that were stuck in the wind to blow against his face. As for the squall and dust that hit his body, even with his solid body that was praised by Abba, it would still hurt a little, but he did not use any strength to resist it.

He knew that he had to conserve any energy within his body.

There were only two days every month, and the terrifying winds that could cut through flesh and cut bones were weakened to the point where his body could withstand it. But he had to use these two days to find food and water that could support him for at least a month, while fighting against the terrifying winds and the endless wild beasts around him.

As for the dire beast meat, it was inedible. The meat was like the wild beast's wild temper, and it contained extremely violent elemental energy that couldn't be absorbed by the human body. This was Abba's painful experience.

The only food here was a type of wild vine that grew between the rocks and the ground. A wild vine could produce three to nine fruits, and Abba had called it a wild fruit.

However, there weren't that many Desolate Vines. If he was unlucky, he might only find one or two in the next two days. Then, he would be forced to eat a Desolate Fruit at a longer intervals for the next astral wind drop in the next month.

Lang Yan's mind raced, and he didn't stop moving. After several dozen breaths, he was already at the foot of the mountain. He knew that there would be dire beasts that would appear soon, so he had to be on full alert. All kinds of ferocious dire beasts would jump out from every corner of the violent wind and fog to attack him.

While he was running at high speed, he focused his senses to the limit, not daring to let even the slightest bit of trouble pass by.

Without any hesitation, he brought his index and middle fingers together and thrust forward towards the right. At the same time, a black shadow shot out from the right side of the fog, and without any hesitation, it met with his sword fingers.

Without waiting for the shadow to react, Lang Yan quickly clenched his left hand into a fist, the joint of his middle finger protruding out, and quickly smashed into the dark shadow's throat. Instantly, the black shadow's throat shattered, and it weakly fell onto the ground.

As his body did not stop, his right foot stomped on the ground fiercely, raising a large amount of dust, at the same time, he twisted his waist, using the recoil from the stomp, his right leg swung out like a whip, accurately hitting the head of the other black shadow that tried to escape at the same time. With a bang, the black shadow's head exploded, and Lang Yan, who was rushing past, saw clearly that the two black shadows were two panthers!

Lang Yan's heart sank. Although he knew that the dire beasts' range of movement was getting closer and closer to his mountain, this was the first time he encountered a dire beast at the foot of the mountain. This meant that the dire beasts might appear near his cave in a year or two.

"There's not much time left. I have to find a way to leave this place as soon as possible and go through the light screen to the hometown that Abba told me about." Lang Yan pursed his lips, quickened his pace, and headed in his direction.