After eating and drinking to his heart's content, Mofan sat down like a wooden stake in the garden that was overgrown with weeds.
There were no weeds when he moved in, but Mofan felt like the weeds were too clean, so he stopped the gardeners from entering the garden.
There were weeds and insects here. It was not too lonely.
As for the feeling of being locked up, it was not too painful. It was normal for someone like Mo Fan to cultivate in seclusion for a year or so when he was so focused on pursuing the ultimate magic. However, the feeling of not being allowed to go out and take a breath of fresh air was extremely uncomfortable. Once the uncomfortable feeling arose in his heart, the urge to leave would grow stronger.
Mofan knew the day would come sooner or later. The Sacred City would not let him live so comfortably. They would still make their move on him when the time was right.
Sharjah's suggestion was wise. If he had not sworn an oath in the Language of the Gods and turned himself in to prove his innocence, the Sacred City would have dealt him a heavy blow by now. They did not even need to talk about human rights with him, nor did they need to waste so much time trying to influence the public's opinion. All they needed to do was strip him of everything and toss him into a dark hell where he would never be able to rise again!
Even so, the Sacred City still had a way to deal with him.
They would gradually lead the public's opinion in the direction they wanted. Even if they did something too dictatorial, the public would not react too strongly. In a few years' time, the people would forget about Mofan completely.
The Final Judgement would not take long. Zu Xiangtian was right. He was sending Mofan off. The Sacred City was finally going to make their move!
As for Mofan's optimism …
It was nothing more than finding joy in the midst of misery.
He was also looking for a bright exit in a muddy, dark path, but it was too difficult to find. He was still shackled by heavy chains.
His enemy this time was the Sacred City!
The authority of the Holy City was not to be challenged. Those geniuses before him were also ruthlessly trampled under the feet of the Holy City. As for him, who was constantly pursuing the path of supreme magic, it was only a matter of time before he followed in their footsteps!
"No matter what, I have to break through the shackles of the Divine Oath as soon as possible. If I can't use magic, I'll be meat on the chopping block. When that time comes, I won't even be able to resist." Mofan took a deep breath.
Right now, the God Language Oath was a double-edged sword.
On the one hand, it ensured that Mofan would not be persecuted by the dictators of the Holy City when he walked right into the trap. On the other hand, it also greatly limited Mofan's ability, making him unable to resist.
Without power, he could only sit and wait for death.
That was not Mofan's character.
He was already doing his best to break free from this layer of shackles, and once he could break through this layer of shackles, his strength would far surpass his previous state when he fought against Charlie.
At that time, he would be a true demon!!
He would no longer be some kind of hidden power in his body, nor would he bring about any serious negative energy, nor would he need to recharge with the Essence Orb. He was the demon, and the demon was himself. All the Magic Elements would reach the peak due to the fusion of the eight Soul Lattices and the absorption of evil energy!
Moreover, Mofan had eight Elements before.
Now, Mofan had ten Elements. Although the other two Elements had not been awakened, his mental state was completely different from before. It had reached a whole new level.
This level of mental state allowed Mofan to soul travel to the Summoning Plane.
Mofan's abilities were all suppressed by the God Language Oath, and it was difficult for him to cultivate. So, Mofan tried to use Summoning Magic …
Summoning Magic had a special process. Take Dimensional Summoning as an example.
A magician's soul would temporarily travel to the Summoning Plane and see the mountains, land, and summoned beasts of the Summoning Plane. Then, the magician would quickly choose a Dimensional Summoning Beast that he needed.
Mofan discovered a loophole in the God Language Oath when he was meditating here. As long as he did not summon the chosen Summoning Beast in front of him, the spell would not be considered valid.
Therefore, Mofan's mind was not restricted by the God Language Oath when he entered the Summoning Plane. Therefore, Mofan secretly cultivated just like that, using the soul of his mind to travel to the Summoning Plane to slowly digest the large amount of evil souls in his body. He also constantly used the characteristics of the eight Soul Lattices to mold his true form as a demon!
Of course, Mofan in the Summoning Plane was actually equivalent to an incomplete soul.
This soul was not particularly powerful. If it was targeted by powerful creatures that could see through souls, it would be life-threatening!
Mofan was especially careful when he entered the Summoning Plane. Fortunately, he had people in the Summoning Plane.
While being imprisoned in the Sacred City, Mofan had been leading his pack of wolves to plunder resources all over the place.
Mofan would not hesitate to fight for any materials that could shape or strengthen a soul.
Even though the eight Soul Lattices had all submitted to him, they were still like babies crying piteously for food. They needed to be fed food that was beneficial to their souls. Their strong bodies meant that all the abilities of Mofan's Demon Element were extremely powerful!
The Summoning Plane was extremely vast. Mofan suspected that it was a desolate world that was dozens of times bigger than an ordinary plane. The barren black land where the old wolf was located was only the size of a grain of sand in the Summoning Plane. Even the Elven Tower of the Thousand Tribes, the Valley of Ten Thousand Dragons, and the Mound of the Fallen Nation were as big as a country in Europe.
The Summoner Mages had always been looking at the big picture. They never had the chance to see the true appearance of the Summoning Plane.
Including Mofan. His mental strength had already surpassed the limits of a human. He could stay in the Summoning Plane like a ghost, yet he still could not see how huge the Summoning Plane was …
As such, Mofan came up with a conclusion.
The Summoning Plane and the Dark Plane were magical lands that were much bigger than the human world. The human world was only an isolated island in the gap between the many planes.
Mo Fan had been to the Dark Plane before. It was the real Land of the Demon Creatures, where the hierarchy was very obvious. The weaker creatures were slaves in the territories of the stronger Dark Races, while the stronger creatures were the lackeys of the emperors. The emperors were also the pawns of the deities and demons …
Compared to the Dark Plane, the Summoning Plane was more primitive.
There was no absolute centralized rule, nor was there a fixed food chain ecological environment. A fertile territory could change several lords in a single day, and all the powerful species were in a state of wandering, only abiding by the law of nature — the law of the jungle.
However, there were too many species in the Summoned Plane. No matter how strong a creature was, it would be eaten one day. It was huge, boundless, barbaric, and primitive. It would never know which level of the food chain it was on, and it would never see the top!
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