The Legendary Mage (Alavin)

Chapter 275

Alavin, now an Advanced Mage, had gained the ability to peer within himself. He scrutinized his Golden Heart over and over, feeling its vigorous pulsations. It seemed to contain an incomparable energy, while the flowing golden blood nourished his bones and flesh, as though they hadn’t fully fused just yet.

Absolutely marvelous!

The transformation his body underwent was beyond Alavin’s initial expectations. He could distinctly feel an enhancement in his constitution, along with an unprecedented confidence and strength coursing through him.

The soul’s astral journey during the Kings’ Acceptance hadn’t faded but was etched deeply into his mind. Whether it was the legacy of the soul or of the flesh, the knowledge was vast and complex. Alavin knew he needed time and energy to delve into it properly.

"Exhilarating!" Alavin couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice as he stretched lazily, twisting his body and opening his eyes. What's this?

Before him was something white and soft, squishy, and quite bouncy. He instinctively tilted his head back, increasing the distance, and took a closer look at the contours.

"Enjoying ourselves, are we?" Eyla's radiant smile greeted him.

Alavin looked up to see a breathtakingly beautiful face, and he was taken aback, almost instinctively turning his gaze back to the fullness before him. “Sss! I knew it looked familiar!”

"Do you like what you see? Should I disrobe so you can get a better look?" Eyla teased, waving her hand, and then, without warning, slapped Alavin across the face.

"Snap!" The crisp sound echoed through the Fountain of Life.

Alavin's head jerked to the side, a clear red mark appearing on his cheek. He coughed awkwardly and scrambled to his feet, grinning sheepishly. "Now I’m awake. Just a bit dazed there!"

"Truly dazed, or just pretending?"

"As true as can be," Alavin said, barely daring to look at Eyla now. The embarrassment was unbearable. He quickly changed the subject. "Er, where are we?"

Eyla looked at him with a half-smile, causing Alavin's cheeks to flush until she finally laughed. "Do you like it?"

"I didn't see anything." Alavin scratched his head.

"You mean you want another look?" Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

"No, no, no. I better leave." Alavin's face was beet red.

"Hold on, you think you can just walk away after taking advantage of my bosoms? I may be cheerful, but I'm not easy. You saw something you shouldn't have, shouldn't there be some kind of recompense?"

"Name it, any amends will do."

"Marry into the Bloodlore clan, and I'll treat you well."

Alavin was astonished.

"Why can't you look at me now? Weren't you quite eager just a moment ago?" Eyla rose from the fountain, her body dripping wet, a vision of temptation. "Tell me, what legacy have you received?"

"I haven't had the chance to study it yet."

"Your realm seems unchanged."

"Well... you stay here. I'll find a different spot." Alavin chuckled awkwardly and quickly made his exit. Eyla's melodious laughter followed him.

Rubbing his face in embarrassment, Alavin found another nearby fountain to soak in and silently recuperated, inspecting his body. The benefits of the legacy were akin to rebirth, and while his realm hadn't increased, its impact was on the future, on the space for his growth.

Moreover, the Golden Heart and Wings of Eternity likely held deep and numerous secrets, all of which he needed to uncover slowly.

The cave became quiet again. Eyla, Cedrick, and Mariela were all immersed in the Fountain of Life, cultivating and drawing in the life force, transforming their physiques.

Mariela had been stuck at Stage IX for a long time and aimed to break through with this opportunity.

Eyla, newly advanced to Stage II, sought to solidify her realm.

Cedrick aimed to stabilize Stage I and rush towards Stage II. Such a chance was rare, and not seizing it would be a disservice to oneself.

The eighteen statues returned to their normal state as if nothing had happened. Their towering forms supported the grand space of the Royal Mausoleum.

From the high cliffs, the Ivory Turtle stared eagerly at the chains, muttering, "Come on, I long for the daylight."