The most powerful wizard in the magic world

The tense and cold night was like a veil, covering the distant black rocks. The full moon hung high in the sky, casting a silver glow, as if covering this desolate land with a mysterious cloak. The air around was permeated with a moist breath, and occasionally a few low night birds chirped, breaking the silence into pieces.

Gellin stood in front of the black rock, holding a small potion bottle in his hand. The liquid in the bottle shone with a faint green luster, as if it contained endless energy. He stared at the thick rock surface with a firm determination. This was a key step in his exploration of the ancient wizard's ruins. The full moon tonight was particularly important, giving him more faith.

"Eliza, are you ready?" He turned around and his eyes lingered on his nervous companion behind him.

Eliza held the dagger tightly and nodded slightly, with a brave and expectant look on her face. "I'm ready, Gerlin. As long as you stay safe, we can uncover the secrets hidden here."

"Okay." Gerling took a deep breath, his heart filled with anticipation and anxiety. He carefully opened the potion bottle, and a pungent smell filled the air, which was a sign that a chemical reaction would occur after the potion came into contact with the rock.

"Remember, the potion will be highly corrosive to the rock, so we must act quickly and carefully." Gerlin raised his hand and sprinkled the potion evenly on the surface of the black rock. The liquid dripped like rain and gradually merged with the stone skin.

"Hurry, look!" Eliza's voice suddenly raised, pointing to the surface of the black rock.

When the liquid came into contact with the rock, it made a slight hissing sound, as if it was telling a cry of pain. Gerling's heartbeat quickened, and he stared at the moment of change intently.

The potion penetrated quickly, and the originally hard stone skin began to slowly dissolve, revealing the veins inside that were shining with silver light. Those veins were like blood vessels of life, flowing with mysterious energy.

"Success!" Gellin shouted happily, "Come and have a look!"

Eliza quickly approached and leaned over to observe the silver veins, her eyes full of shock. "This is amazing! They seem to be pulsing, as if responding to our presence." Her voice was full of excitement.

"Yes, these veins may be the source of power left by ancient wizards," Gerlin continued, with a hint of fanaticism in his eyes. He could feel the call of those energies. "We must carefully extract the energy in them to uncover deeper secrets."

As they communicated, the silver veins gradually exposed themselves to the night sky, emitting a soft yet strong light, and the fluctuating energy seemed to attract the shadows around them, as if welcoming their arrival. Gerlin cautiously reached out his hand and tried to touch the flickering veins.

"Slow down, Gerlin!" Eliza hurriedly grabbed his hand, "We don't know how these energies will react, so it's better to keep a distance."

Gerlin nodded, realizing his impulsiveness. "You're right. It's wise to be cautious." He stepped back slightly, keeping a safe distance from those mysterious forces.

"Have you ever thought about how to extract this energy?" Eliza asked, her eyes still fixed on the flickering veins.

"I was thinking, maybe we can use a staff to guide it out." Gerlin said calmly, his mind quick, "As long as we can resonate with the veins, maybe we can extract the energy inside and use it to activate other wizard arrays."

"Are you sure? This sounds risky." Eliza looked worried and still looked around vigilantly.

"Adventure is inevitable." Gerling smiled slightly, his eyes revealing determination. "We are here to crack the ancient secrets and cannot retreat. If we succeed, this will be the first step in our exploration."

"Okay, I support you." Eliza sighed. Although she still felt uneasy, she chose to trust Gerlin's judgment.

Gellin held the staff tightly and slowly approached the silver veins, feeling the faint vibrations coming from them. He closed his eyes, focused on the spell in his mind, and silently chanted the ancient spell. As the notes sang, the staff began to glow, and the warm blue light and the surrounding silver light complemented each other, as if performing some kind of mysterious dance.

"I feel it!" A wave of emotion surged in Gerlin's heart. The veins in front of him responded to his thoughts, and the slight vibration gradually strengthened, as if they were connecting with him.

"This is incredible!" Eliza exclaimed, staring intently at the subtle interaction between Gerlin and the veins. The silver light became more and more intense, as if it was helping Gerlin's spell.

"Continue!" Gerlin's voice was firm, the spell gradually reached a climax, and the light of the staff became more and more dazzling. He could feel the power gathering, and the flowing veins were like a river of life, waiting for his guidance.

But at this moment, a low roar suddenly sounded, the black rock began to tremble, and the air around it seemed to solidify. Eliza's face suddenly became serious, and she tightly grasped the dagger, ready to face the possible danger.

"I feel something approaching!" She looked around vigilantly, her eyes as sharp as an eagle.

"Don't be distracted, Eliza." Gerling concentrated, and a little nervousness rose in his heart. He knew that if he wanted to successfully extract energy, he had to maintain his concentration.

"Gerlin, be careful!" Eliza shouted.

As she spoke, a lightning-like black shadow rushed in from all directions and headed straight for Gerlin. The cold breath pierced their bones and instantly enveloped them.

"Go!" Eliza pounced on Gerlin without hesitation, her dagger flashing coldly in the moonlight, blocking the attack of the black shadow.

"Eliza!" Gerlin was startled and quickly drew his attention back. The light of his staff dimmed in an instant.

Their figures were surrounded by a circle of black mist. Gerlin felt suffocated and instantly lost the connection with his veins. The black shadow was like a giant beast, ferocious and ruthless.

"Protect yourself!" Eliza yelled, her eyes revealing a firm determination. She swung her dagger, trying to drive away the shadow, but the shadow seemed to be invisible and shapeless, making her attack ineffective.

"We can't retreat!" Gerlin shouted, trying to calm down and focus on the staff again. He needed to regain the resonance with the veins.

"No matter what, I won't let you get hurt!" Eliza responded. Although there was a hint of trembling in her voice, she did not back down and firmly confronted the black shadow.

The energy fluctuations around him became stronger and stronger. Gerlin tried to regain the light of his staff and try to connect with the silver veins again. "Respond to me!" He shouted, silently chanting a spell in his heart. The blue light of the staff seemed to be lit up by his angry will.

Just when this power was about to explode in his heart, the black shadow suddenly expanded, as if sensing the threat, and approached suddenly, trying to devour the courage of Gerlin and Eliza.

"Seize the opportunity!" Gerlin's heart was shaken, and he felt that the power of the shadow was gradually weakening. He tried his best to swing his staff in the direction of the silver vein, challenging the unknown with unparalleled determination.

With a deafening roar, the staff instantly emitted a dazzling light, and the silver veins seemed to be summoned, and the flowing energy surged out like a tide, impacting the black shadow. The black shadow kept twisting in front of the power, and seemed to feel fear, and gradually retreated.

"Keep going! Gerlin, we're almost there!" Eliza's voice encouraged him like a war drum.

"Come with me!" Gerlin responded in a low voice, with a flame of hope burning in his heart.

In the moment of despair, the silver light and the black shadow intersected, as if in an incredible duel. The energy in the surrounding air began to twist and become restless, as if cheering for the courage of Gerlin and Eliza.

He took a deep breath, feeling the magical fluctuations in the air, and secretly accumulated strength in his heart. Carefully, he began to chant the spell, his voice low and rhythmic. Every word was like a key, unlocking the power hidden behind nature. His spell penetrated the air and spread to the surroundings, as if summoning some ancient and mysterious existence.

As the spell was chanted, Gerlin's fingers began to move in the air, forming complex gestures. Those strange silver veins gathered between his fingertips like a flowing stream, and finally intertwined on the ground. As his mind thought, a circular doorway with a gleaming glow gradually appeared, and the silver light penetrated into the dim environment around it, like a phantom in a dream.

He stopped the spell and stared at the door. The door seemed to contain endless mysteries, and a strong attraction made him unable to extricate himself. Gerlin knew that the door to another world had been opened, and he was fortunate to be the explorer of this journey.

A faint light flickered at the edge of the doorway, as if responding to his desire in frequency. At this moment, a gentle breeze blew slowly, bringing the scent of flowers and soil from the distant forest, instantly relaxing his tense nerves. It was a place he had always dreamed of, full of ancient legends and countless possibilities.

"This is the turning point of my destiny," Gellin whispered, an unstoppable courage ignited in his heart. His eyes were firm, and he took the first step without hesitation.

The moment he passed through the doorway, the surrounding scenery changed instantly. The ancient forest was replaced by towering mountains, and before him was a magnificent scene: lush trees interlaced in rows, scattered streams flowed beside, and crystal clear water droplets emitted dazzling brilliance under the sunlight. The air here was filled with a fresh breath, making him feel like he was reborn.

Gellin walked forward, his heart full of expectation and doubt. This new world seemed like a forgotten secret place, containing countless legends and secrets. He remembered the ancient legends mentioned in the book, where various mysterious creatures lived and many brilliant stories were circulated. Every corner told the glory and sadness of the past.

He strolled along the forest path, hearing the sound of birds singing and the gurgling of the stream, as if he was in a fairyland. Suddenly, a figure flashed out from behind the tree, interrupting his thoughts. It was a huge silver fox, with fur as soft as silk and eyes that shone with a lively light. It stood in the middle of the road, as if alert to the arrival of uninvited guests.

Gerlin was startled, but he quickly calmed down. He had read in ancient books that the silver fox was the guardian of this world, possessing extraordinary wisdom and great power. He bowed slightly, trying to establish a trusting relationship with it.

"I am not an enemy." He conveyed his sincerity with his heart, his eyes revealing piety and respect, "I came here to find... my destiny."

The silver fox tilted its head slightly, as if looking at him. After a brief silence, it slowly approached Gerlin, stretched out its claws and gently touched his hand. Instantly, a warm force flowed into his heart. It was the intersection of vitality and hope, as if telling him that this land was not indifferent and hostile, but was pregnant with endless life.

"Welcome, seeker of destiny." The fox's voice was like the wind, soft and rhythmic. "You have stepped into an ancient era, which contains countless secrets and challenges. Only true courage and wisdom can unveil them."

Gerling's heart was shaken, and then he felt a strong sense of mission. He understood that this world was not just a safe haven to escape from reality, but a place that needed brave men to explore and change. His rebirth was no longer a simple escape, but a new adventure and challenge.

"I am willing to accept the challenge." Gerlin said firmly, with an unyielding fire burning in his eyes. "Please guide me."

The silver fox nodded, then turned and led Gerlin forward. They passed through lush forests and trickling streams, sometimes seeing beautiful flowers and sometimes mysterious creatures. Every step was full of unknowns and expectations, as if opening a hidden door.

Finally, they came to a huge stone archway with complex runes carved on it, flickering with a faint glow. Just as Gerling had read, this was the legendary "Realm of Destiny", and everyone who set foot here would face tests and challenges deep in their hearts.

"If you want to pass through this door, you must face your past and future." The silver fox stopped and warned in a low voice.

Garlin took a deep breath and thought back to the past, whether it was happiness or pain, it was the key to shaping his heart. His path was no longer a lonely exploration, but full of memories of love, friendship and sacrifice. He understood that all of this was part of his destiny, allowing him to stand up again after every fall.

Now, he is no longer the man wandering in the shadows. In this new world, he has rekindled his hope for life and is determined to meet new challenges and adventures.