The screams of the thieves echoed through the mountain forest.
Their eyes were filled with absolute terror. At this moment, the reserves looked to them like little demons crawling out of hell.
Seeing this completely one-sided slaughter, the thief leader realized that if they didn't run now, their entire group would be wiped out by a bunch of kids.
He hastily pulled a silver ring from his pocket—the spatial magic tool that had helped them escape earlier.
But he quickly realized in despair that the spatial magic tool was still recharging. It couldn't be used at all right now.
“Dammit!”
The thief leader cursed. He wanted to throw the ring to the ground, but halfway through raising his hand, he ultimately placed it gently back into his pocket.
He looked around and quickly spotted a gap.
To their right, there was only a single child.
“Quick, break out from over there!”
The thief leader swung his sword, pointing in Tyr's direction.
The other thieves looked over. Seeing that Tyr was the only one in that direction, looks of joy washed over their faces.
The reserves on the field also turned their gazes. When they saw that the thieves were fleeing toward Tyr, their expressions became incredibly strange.
Meanwhile, the thief leader had already rushed right up to Tyr.
“Out of my way!”
Staring at Tyr blocking his path, the thief leader roared, swinging his greatsword down at him.
But just as his blade was about to strike, magic power surged from Tyr's body, and his figure instantly vanished from the thief leader's sight.
“What?!”
Seeing Tyr suddenly vanish right before his eyes, the thief leader's pupils shrank violently.
But before he could react, he felt a cold sensation brush against his neck.
Instinctively, he reached up to touch his neck. Warm, sticky blood slid down his fingers, flowed along his arm, and finally dripped onto the ground from his elbow.
“Ugh... cough...”
The thief leader's eyes bulged. He wanted to say something, but the moment he opened his mouth, an uncontrollable surge of blood welled up.
As he collapsed, his body twisted around. He saw the other thieves doing the exact same thing—clutching their necks with one hand as glaring red blood seeped through their fingers and dripped onto the ground.
Behind everyone, Tyr's figure materialized. With a flick of his wrist, he shook the blood from his blade onto the ground.
In the final moment before the thief leader lost consciousness, a mocking, gloating voice drifted into his ears.
“Guess why he was the only one on that side?”
Tyr spun his sword in a flourish before sheathing it.
“Not bad. Your mission this time has been perfectly completed.”
Once all the thieves had been slain, Instructor Ed stepped out from the shadow of a large tree.
Looking at the thieves on the ground, all of whom had died with their eyes wide open in disbelief, a satisfied expression appeared on his face.
On the other hand, not a single one of the reserves under Tyr was injured.
This outcome was actually within his expectations.
If these reserves suffered casualties while dealing with such small fry, it would only mean that the training in the Sword Prison lately hadn't been intense or harsh enough.
Tyr walked over to the thief leader's body and reached into his clothes, searching for something.
A moment later, Tyr withdrew his hand, now holding a silver ring.
Earlier, Tyr had clearly witnessed the thief leader trying to escape using this spatial magic tool, only to put it away because it lacked charge.
Though he didn't know what it was yet, the fact that the thief leader had pulled it out in such a critical moment meant it had to be highly valuable.
“This is a spatial magic tool. It allows the user to perform short-distance spatial teleports, but it requires a period of recharging after each use.”
“Since you were the one who killed him, this ring is yours.”
The spatial magic tool that the gang of thieves treasured so dearly was nothing of great value to Ed.
“Let's go. We'll leave these corpses to the magical beasts of the Dragonfall Mountain Range.”
As for the gold, silver, and jewels scattered on the ground, if some lucky soul happened to stumble upon this place in the future, they could treat it as an open-air treasure trove.
...
Sword Prison, Dormitory.
Tyr sat cross-legged on his bed. He placed the golden dragon egg in front of him and examined the egg, which radiated a faint golden magic power.
“Actually, I'm quite curious. How exactly did you end up like this?”
Tyr recalled what the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon had told him. Its strength must have been absolutely formidable when it first arrived in this world. How had it fallen so far to become such a small fry now?
“Logically speaking, after so many years, shouldn't your injuries have healed, allowing you to return to your peak?”
“How did you manage to skip all the steps and go straight back into the womb?”
That's a bit too far back in time, isn't it?
“Do you think I wanted this?”
Ao Chen's disgruntled voice drifted out from inside the dragon egg.
“Every world operates under its own laws. For instance, the Great World of the Three Realms where you and I used to reside cultivated spiritual energy to achieve the Immortal Dao.”
“Meanwhile, this world cultivates magic power to achieve the Divine Dao.”
“Cultivators of different paths who rashly enter another Great World will be suppressed by the natural laws of that world.”
“If one's cultivation is above the level of an Immortal, they naturally wouldn't fear this suppression. They can completely resist it using their own laws. Moreover, after becoming an Immortal, one opens up an inner world and no longer needs to rely on external spiritual energy.”
“When I first arrived in this world, I was heavily injured and had no strength left to resist the suppression of this world's laws.”
“Most importantly, my inner world was also shattered. Combined with the lack of spiritual energy in this world, I had absolutely no way to heal my injuries.”
“If I wanted to survive, I had to find a way to make magic power work for me. Thus, I voluntarily dispersed my spiritual energy and began to cultivate magic power instead.”
“As for why I became like this, it is because I executed the secret technique, the 《Mystic Origin Reincarnation Technique》, to completely transform my physical constitution into one with a high affinity for magic power.”
To put it bluntly, Ao Chen had crushed his own immortal body and converted it into a constitution suitable for cultivating magic power.
In a way, this could be considered a reincarnation, except he didn't require a mother's womb to gestate him again, and his memories remained intact.
However, this secret technique consumed a massive amount of magic power, which explained why the magic power inside that massive magic stone crystal wall was practically nonexistent—it had already been completely absorbed by Ao Chen.
As for why Ao Chen needed Tyr's help to release him, it was because after dispersing his spiritual energy, he no longer possessed enough strength to break through the magic stone crystal wall.
Furthermore, while magic stones could store magic power, they also acted as a barrier that blocked it.
Unable to absorb any more magic power, it could not take the final step of the 《Mystic Origin Reincarnation Technique》.
If no one helped Ao Chen break this deadlock, it would remain stuck at the final step of the 《Mystic Origin Reincarnation Technique》, sealed inside the magic stone crystal wall forever.
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