"Mirafaele Feng?" Angor repeated the name and looked at the cloaked man in surprise. "You're Mister Magic Painter?"
"Surprised?" Feng raised an eyebrow.
Angor shook his head. "No. I just didn't expect you to look so young, Mister Magic Painter."
With that, Angor tapped the air with his finger, and an ancient portrait appeared in front of Feng. In the oil painting, there was a kind-looking old man with a smile on his face. He was carrying a large bucket of paper on his back and holding a brush covered in blue-gold paint in his hand.
"I saw your portrait in one of the issues of Expedition into Planes, Mister Feng."
Feng stared at the old man in the painting with interest. There was a hint of nostalgia in his eyes. After a while, he said, "How nostalgic … It is indeed me in the painting. I used to travel to various Artists' Guilds and was even the president of the Artists' Guild for about 50 years. To avoid trouble, I used this face for a period of time."
The Artists' Guild was an organization founded by mortals. If Feng stayed in a mortal organization for fifty years, he would cause a lot of trouble if he kept his youth. That was why he chose this face.
Feng didn't expect that his face, which he only used for a short time, would be recorded in Expedition into Planes.
Angor's mind raced as he listened to Feng's words.
Is this person really Feng Yu? There was a good chance that he was Feng. Most importantly, there was no reason for him to lie to Angor.
But it didn't make sense for Feng to be here.
"You're the one who followed his footsteps?" Angor asked Angor a question earlier. The "him" in his words was undoubtedly referring to Mirafael Feng, but when it came out of his mouth, it didn't sound like he was talking about himself. Instead, it sounded like he was talking about someone else.
Because of this, Angor couldn't confirm the identity of the man in front of him.
Feng noticed Angor's confusion. "I am indeed Mirafaele Feng. But I'm a little different from what you imagined."
"I'm a wisp of consciousness in a painting created by Feng's brush. I was sealed here until you used the Arga Rune Key to reactivate the painting."
That means he is Feng Yu, but he is different from the real Feng Yu. He was a phantom drawn by Feng, but this phantom possessed Feng's consciousness.
To give the figure in the painting a personal consciousness? This was the first time he heard of such an ability. He thought it was a clone, but it turned out to be a wisp of consciousness.
After Feng explained his background, he continued, "Feng left me here to wait for you."
"Waiting for my arrival? So, you are the treasure that Mr. Feng left behind? "
Feng smiled and said, "If I say yes, will you be disappointed?"
Angor did not express his opinion. He was not really looking forward to the treasure anyway. He only wanted to see if Feng's plan had come to an end, and how it would end.
"If you have all the memories and personal experiences of the Magic Painter Wizard, it's not a loss."
Feng: "If you want to know more about Feng from me, it's a pity that my original body did not leave behind much information. Furthermore, my existence will continue to consume one's consciousness. It won't be long before I disappear. "
"Then, what is the purpose of your existence?"
"As I said before, I'm here to wait for you." This time, Feng did not stop and continued. "I am not a treasure left behind by Feng. My existence is to clear up your doubts. I believe you have many questions now. "
Angor looked at Feng, who was wearing a cloak. "You're right. I have many questions."
Feng stared into Angor's eyes and seemed to have read his mind. "And … anger?"
Angor did not answer, but he did feel angry inside.
He was angry that he had become a pawn in someone else's game.
But when facing someone like Feng, his emotions were meaningless. So, he restrained himself and did not show his emotions. He did not expect Feng to point it out himself.
"Come, let's sit down and talk. I'll tell you what you want to know. " After saying that, Feng waved his hand gently, and a beam of starlight fell from the starry sky above his head, forming a table and chair that emitted a cold light under the tree.
They sat down facing each other.
Angor spoke first. He did not ask anything. He only introduced himself according to the rules.
"Angor, is it? Since you're from Brute Cavern, have you heard the Elder of Books mentioned me before? "
Angor glanced at Feng in confusion. He didn't expect Feng to think of the Elder of Books first when mentioning Brute Cavern. As far as Angor knew, wizards from other organizations would either think of Rein or Tree Spirit when mentioning Brute Cavern. Mirror Lady was only famous among the witches. The Elder of Books was famous, but he rarely showed up. He was more like a legend in the wizarding world.
"The Elder of Books rarely shows himself. Ever since I came to Brute Cavern, I've only met him once as an apprentice." Angor did not try to hide anything and briefly explained his encounter with the Elder of Books.
After listening to Angor's story, Feng was stunned for a moment before he suddenly laughed out loud.
After a long while, he finally stopped laughing, "The Elder of Books took the initiative to answer your question, but you only asked one question: How to discover spiritual power? You know, Feng — I mean, my real body went to see the Elder of Books and spent hundreds of years trying to persuade him. If my real body knew that you wasted your chance like this, I'm going to throw you into the Painting Burning Cage and burn you for decades. "
Angor did not mind Feng's question. "I wasn't even an apprentice back then. What kind of question can I ask?"
"You're right. You met the Elder of Books at the wrong time."
After sighing with emotion, Feng did not mention anything about the Elder of Books. Instead, he went back to the topic at hand. "Before I answer your question, I have a question that I hope you can answer for me."
Angor did not dare to refuse. "Please."
"The Demonic God Calamity has been stopped?" Feng stopped joking around, and his expression was unprecedentedly serious.
Angor was also affected by Feng's attitude. "If you're talking about the Lord of Flameless, Mister Feng, then he should not have the chance to come to the southern wizarding region."
Feng let out a long sigh of relief after hearing Angor's confirmation. It was as if he finally released all the pent-up frustration he had been holding in for years.
Then, Feng Cong's serious expression changed into a familiar smile. "I wonder if you mind telling me how you stopped the Demonic God Calamity?"
"… I do mind."
Feng's expression froze for a few seconds. "Fine. It's fine if you don't want to tell me now. I hope you'll think about it after you know what I'm trying to do. "
"Now that I'm done with my questions, it's your turn. I'll tell you everything I know, as long as it's within my knowledge."
Angor remained silent and decided to start from the first question. "What is fate?"
Feng: "Fate is too big of a topic. If you had asked the Elder of Books this question, perhaps he would have given you a beautiful and satisfying answer. But if you had asked me … Forgive me for being blunt, but my prophecy is not that strong. It's not a problem for me to fool Uranus and the others, but if I were to give you the same answer, I'm sure you wouldn't be satisfied. "
"Also, I don't think you care about fate the most. Instead, you want to know how you ended up in the fate I created, right? "
Angor nodded. "That's what I want to know as well. When did this plan start? Why did it start? When did it end? And why did it have to be me?"
Feng saw this coming and did not hesitate at all. "You think it's a plan, and you're just a chess piece, right? Heh heh, actually, the truth behind this is not that complicated. There was no chess player, nor was there a game. It was just fate adding fuel to the fire … This matter has to be explained a long, long time ago, when I was still an apprentice Magus. "
Feng Yu did not dwell too much on his time as an apprentice. The reason why he mentioned this period was because this period of time had become his obsession in the future.
Feng's closest kin died in the Demonic God Calamity. Even Feng's mentor did not survive this tragedy.
Ever since then, Feng had a strong hatred for the Demonic Gods. He loathed natural disasters like the Demonic Gods to the extreme. It had even become his obsession.
Moon Frost Alliance's "Expedition into Planes Records" had a very famous illustration called "Doomsday Calamity". It was Feng's work. It depicted the arrival of the Demon God and caused the end of the world. Feng did not say it out loud, but anyone who saw the illustration would know how much he hated the Demon Disaster.
After becoming a legend, Feng left the southern wizarding region and went to Origin World.
When Feng was living in the Origin World, he worked for the Prophet Temple as a free Sorcerer and stayed there for a few hundred years.
The Prophet's Temple was a rather powerful union in the Origin World. It was a huge union formed by the union of several prophet-related Wizard organizations.
Even the famous Starliege Temple in the southern wizarding region was a member of the Temple of Prophets.
During his years in the Temple of Prophets, Feng wanted to learn some spells related to prophecy. However, he was not talented in prophecy and only learned a little about prophecy spells.
Although he was not proficient in prophecy spells, he knew many Prophets, including those from the southern wizarding region who rose from the Starliege Temple.
The Temple of Prophets also had a mysterious item similar to the Mystery of the Stars. The Prophets from the southern wizarding region obtained some hints about the future through a mysterious item called "Reincarnation City." One of the hints said that the southern wizarding region would encounter the Demon Disaster in the near future.
The Southern wizarding region told Feng this news.
Feng was shocked when he heard the news. Although he was far away from the southern wizarding region, Feng did not stop paying attention to the southern wizarding region. After all, the southern wizarding region was his homeland.
His homeland might encounter the Demon Disaster. Even if Feng did not care about the Demon Disaster, he would still think of ways to save it. Not to mention, Feng hated the Demon Disaster. Naturally, he shouldered the burden of saving the southern wizarding region.
But how could he save it?
Even if Feng became a legendary wizard, he might not be able to defeat the Demon Disaster. Moreover, he would have to defeat the Demon Disaster in the Abyss.
Feng did not know which Demon Disaster would descend, when it would descend, why it would descend, and where it would descend.
With no answers to these questions, even if Feng could defeat the Demon Disaster, it would be difficult to completely save the Demon Disaster.
Not to mention, if it was a great Demon God or an Ancient … Even if a large number of legendary wizards joined forces, it would be difficult to stop it.
While he was at his wits' end, the Prophets from the southern wizarding region gave Feng a suggestion.
He could try asking the Book of Kyle.
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