MM Racing Chapter 310, page 309: The Ancient Phoenix, the Mystery of Ian
Chapter 310, page 309: The Ancient Phoenix, the Mystery of Ian
Chapter 310, page 309: The Ancient Phoenix, the Mystery of Ian
Yes.
Phoenix.
A gigantic phoenix.
Ian stood at the highest point of the clock tower ruins.
The morning breeze ruffled his slightly disheveled hair.
The wind blew in from the sea, carrying a salty, damp scent.
His legendary gaze could pierce through the morning mist, capturing with unparalleled clarity a strange light on the horizon—initially just a small dot on the sea.
however.
This tiny dot rapidly expanded within moments, until Ian could see it more and more clearly—it was a gigantic creature that defied conventional understanding.
Its wingspan is several times wider than the largest aircraft in the city, and its entire body seems to be burning with an inextinguishable golden-red flame. Yet, it doesn't feel scorching at all; instead, it emits a soft, warm light.
Its tail feathers trailed long fiery trails, drawing brilliant arcs of light in the air.
Each time it flaps its wings.
Ripples spread through the air.
It was as if space itself was trembling.
Moreover, each time it flaps its wings, it stirs up huge waves tens of meters high on the sea surface.
It seemed to stir the rhythm of the wind.
Even more amazing is that along its flight path, countless starlight scatters from between its feathers, paving a dazzling path of light on the sea surface, with pearl-like sparkles dancing on the crests of the waves.
That is...
Ian's pupils contracted slightly.
As the giant phoenix approached, he wasn't the only one who noticed the anomaly.
The first to notice the anomaly were the glittering birds that were foraging in the ruins. They suddenly took flight in unison, emitting rapid chirps. Immediately afterward, some herbs in the backyard of the apothecary burst into a blinding light.
Swaying in the wind.
It's as if it's echoing something.
At the same time, the town's residents also looked up at the sky.
"Look! What's that on the horizon?"
The blacksmith's booming voice instantly woke up half the town. Crowds surged into the streets like a tidal wave, and all the sleepy faces shone with an astonishing radiance after seeing the view on the horizon.
"No way... Is it Lady Phoenix God?!"
"It really is her! When I was little, my grandma told me that every fifty years, the Phoenix Goddess would fly to the island and bring blessings."
"Look at the sacred flame on its feathers! My grandfather says it's divine flame that can purify all illnesses!"
"Quickly, quickly, go and tell everyone, the Phoenix Goddess has descended!"
An elderly woman with white hair stood in front of the door, leaning on a cane, her eyes glistening with tears: "I've lived for eighty-nine years, and I've finally seen her again... Lady Phoenix has returned."
Even the usually composed town mayor was so excited that his white beard trembled. He shakily took off the phoenix feather amulet hanging around his neck: "Thank the ancestors... this time it's actually two years ahead of schedule."
The crowd in the street began to stir.
The adults who were busy repairing the house, the children who were playing and sleeping, and the elderly who were taking a walk all stopped what they were doing and looked up at the huge figure that was gradually approaching.
"Mommy, that bird is so beautiful!" A child tugged at his mother's hand and pointed to the sky.
"Shh—" The mother quickly squatted down and whispered, "That is the Phoenix God. You must not speak loudly, but pray devoutly."
"Lord Phoenix God, please bless us!" A fisherman knelt on the ground, clasped his hands together, and pressed his forehead to the ground.
"May your glory forever shine upon our homeland," another old man murmured.
People put down what they were doing.
He knelt down on the ground.
His face was filled with awe and gratitude.
This includes those unruly, combat-type magical creatures.
Like humans, they spontaneously form neat rows, with their hands or legs crossed in front of them, making some kind of ancient prayer gesture.
Little Sprout pulled Odin to kneel in the front row. The little boy's eyes were wide open and his mouth was agape in an "O" shape.
"That's a wizard too! I know!"
Odin spoke to his sister.
"That is the Phoenix Goddess."
Xiaoya tried to correct her younger brother.
"No! That's a wizard! I can...see him!"
Odin, however, remained steadfast in his opinion.
He kept following his sister's prayer gestures, but his eyes remained wide open, staring intently at the second figure in the sky that shocked him.
Unlike other magical creatures.
The other residents' magical animal companions certainly possess magic.
but.
Odin, however, felt there was a great difference—the difference between the magic of wizards and the magic of magical creatures lay in the "infinite possibilities" that only he could see and perhaps only he could perceive.
In this regard.
The little sprout, unaware of anything, could only sigh helplessly.
He didn't understand what his younger brother was saying.
She and the other residents knelt in utmost reverence before the enormous phoenix that had appeared.
That's understandable, after all, this town has always had stories about legendary magical creatures protecting the island, so they would naturally have faith in the island's guardian deity.
Even if the object of this faith is just a magical creature. The whole town seemed to fall silent, with only the rustling of leaves in the wind and the slight trembling of the phoenix's wings cutting through the air.
A phoenix flew slowly over the town, its enormous form obscuring half the sky. Sunlight filtered through its translucent feathers, casting dappled shadows on the ground.
Like a flowing scroll painting.
"Such powerful magical energy fluctuations..." Ian also sensed the legendary magical energy within the giant phoenix, far surpassing the power of Rayquaza he had encountered in the storm.
That is ancient.
The magic of holiness.
The difference between the Dumbledore family's small phoenix and the dinosaurs is beyond comparison—how can one describe the difference? It's roughly equivalent to the difference between a modern domestic chicken and its dinosaur ancestors.
Perhaps the gap is even larger.
after all.
This is a magical creature, not an ordinary animal.
A phoenix gracefully circled above the town, the wind stirred by its wingtips as gentle as a mother's hand. With a clear, long cry, countless specks of light fell like spring rain.
The places these points of light touch.
Miracles began to happen.
Its power seems to possess incredible healing abilities, capable of healing not only the hidden wounds left on magical animals and people, but even inanimate objects.
This was clearly more than just magic; it was a rule. The first to recover were the houses that had collapsed in the storm. Roof tiles began to fall back into place automatically, broken beams were pieced back together, and cracks in the walls disappeared like raindrops. The once-ravaged church bell tower was restored.
Now it shines with a brand new luster in the sunlight. Even the buildings that have been burned to charcoal are being repaired, and even the beams and pillars that have been completely burned out suddenly emit a crisp sound as if the wood is growing.
Emerald green vines sprouted from the rubble, weaving new window frames at a visible speed.
On the charred wall.
The bricks, burned into powder, automatically arrange and combine.
Golden viscous liquid seeped from the cracks, repairing them perfectly. The floating wreckage in the harbor was lifted up by an invisible force, reassembled like building blocks manipulated by a giant hand into a sturdy fishing boat.
"This is truly a magical miracle."
The clock tower, melted by the dragon's breath, reformed as if in a reversed film, and even the bronze bell that had become a pile of "mud" at Ian's feet quickly returned to its original state.
It even looks brand newer than it originally was.
The rust faded, and finally, a "clang" rang out automatically. The sound waves rippled out in the air, creating golden waves that touched Ian's face, allowing him to clearly feel the magical structure contained within.
"A healing spell?"
Ian was somewhat surprised and astonished. He sensed a familiar magical aura, but it was different; this "restoration magic" could clearly even restore life.
Yes.
Even the ordinary trees affected by the battle began to grow wildly.
The branches were instantly covered with all kinds of fruit.
The trees lining the streets instantly came back to life, their withered leaves turning lush and green, and flowers blooming one after another, filling the air with a rich, intoxicating fragrance. Even the ancient well in the town center, which had long been dry and had been destroyed in the previous battle, began to gush forth clear spring water.
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"Ah! My flowerbed has come back to life!"
An elderly gardener trembled as he stroked the newly blooming roses.
Tears streamed down her cheeks.
"May the Phoenix Goddess's blessing be upon me!"
The old pharmacist kissed the ground with tears streaming down his face.
"Look at my herb garden!"
In the herb garden that wasn't destroyed in the battle, the delicate herbs are undergoing amazing changes.
The moonshadow grass grew to the size of an arm.
The veins on the leaves form ancient runes.
The Star Vein Grass, which originally needed music to nourish itself, began to sing ethereal songs, and even the locked Nightmare Datura quieted down and bloomed pure white flowers.
This is clearly an evolution of plants.
Even Ian was dumbfounded when he saw it—it was truly beyond his understanding of potion ingredients. At the same time, he also roughly understood why the potion ingredients in this place were so amazing.
According to what some residents have said, this giant phoenix appears once every few decades, and each time it brings about an evolution for the magical plants here.
Can be imagined.
The time span just needs to be large enough.
It's just ordinary weeds.
It could probably become a high-grade potion ingredient that Ian would envy—it can only be said that the power of this phoenix is truly extraordinary, and no wizard in later generations would dare to imagine that such a magical animal existed.
Indeed.
In the wizarding world, the creation of some advanced potion ingredients requires the participation of magical creatures; however, it is merely a specific symbiotic relationship.
Magic that directly grants plants the power to evolve is something that no one in the wizarding community has ever researched; they all believe it's a magic that's unlikely to be developed.
Ian had never had this idea before.
And now.
The appearance of the giant phoenix seemed to reveal to him another direction hidden in the ancient cultivation of magic potions—of course, the magical fluctuations of this kind of magic were completely different from the structure of wizard magic.
It may only belong to magical creatures.
Moreover, it belongs to only this one unique, enormous phoenix. Ian doesn't know the answer yet, but that's not an excuse for him not to investigate; he has to try it all to find out the answer.
"I can also turn into a bird. What if I can replicate this operation?" Ian secretly memorized the structure of the magic, preparing to explore and study it in the future.
"This...is this the blessing of the Phoenix God?" Some young people who had never seen this magical creature before stared wide-eyed, unable to believe what they were seeing.
The phoenix cried out.
Tiny specks of light kept drifting down from its feathers.
It landed on the ground, in the water, and on people's shoulders. Everyone who came into contact with the light felt a warm energy flow into their body, their fatigue dissipated, and their souls were soothed with unparalleled peace.
The most breathtaking sight was the central plaza—the once cratered and scorched ground had been transformed into a shimmering crystal field, with a flickering flame sealed within each crystal. Ian flew to the plaza, feeling a pang of sadness, and crouched down to touch one of the crystals. Instantly, he felt a warm current flow through his body, sweeping away even the fatigue from last night's battle.
Is this clearly a "miracle" of blessing?
The legendary magical creatures used their own power to create a perfectly formed alchemical artifact in this plaza, the complex structure of which left Ian speechless.
"This is quite different from the alchemy I know." Ian was also a person eager for knowledge, and when faced with knowledge from ancient times, he immediately made a copy and studied it.
No one stopped him.
No one criticized him for not kneeling before the phoenix as blasphemy. The local residents had little concept of magic, and it was perfectly reasonable for Ian, as an outsider, not to revere the phoenix god.
Seeing the enormous phoenix quickly transform the entire town, even undergoing a special upgrade, the town's residents were deeply moved.
"Thank you, Lord Phoenix God!"
Cheers and cries erupted from the crowd.
Those were tears of emotion.
Children excitedly jumped and chased after the falling specks of light, while the elderly clasped their hands together, tears streaming down their faces, and bowed to the sky. The entire town was immersed in an indescribable sense of sacredness and joy.
"Hmm? You've come to see me?"
Ian stood in the square.
He looked up at the enormous phoenix that was watching him.
The phoenix's eyes held no hostility, but rather a profound sense of mystery. It gently flapped its wings, and a golden feather drifted down from the sky, landing softly on the steps before Ian. The golden feather shimmered gently in the sunlight. A warm and sacred aura filled the air.
It was as if time itself had frozen at that moment.
The townspeople all turned to look at them.
"What do you want?"
Ian frowned slightly. When his gaze met those molten gold pupils, a warm mental wave gently touched his mental barrier.
It was not an aggressive breakthrough.
A polite request, like gently knocking on a door, is the kind of spirit that initiates a friendly "communication" request.
"interesting."
Ian relaxed his usually tense mental defenses slightly, and in an instant, a clear and gentle voice rang in his mind.
"Grab me, Raven."
There were no further explanations, only a firm and clear intention. Ian was slightly confused, but without hesitation, he reached out and firmly grasped Phoenix's thigh.
"..."
Phoenix was clearly taken aback for a moment.
However, it still activated the power that even a phoenix possesses. The townspeople were still excitedly discussing the miracle in the square when they suddenly saw a fiery red vortex of flame appear.
It was accompanied by a gentle breeze and a low hum.
The phoenix and the boy both disappeared.
"What...just happened?"
"Where's Ian?!"
The crowd erupted in uproar.
People looked up at the newly appeared square ahead, only to find that there was only a wisp of red dust that had not yet dissipated, shimmering faintly in the afterglow of the setting sun.
A heroic boy.
Along with that legendary phoenix.
They have vanished without a trace.
(End of this chapter)