章節 22: I'm Your Grandfather

Berkeley's fingers danced with incredible speed, arranging runes in a specific pattern across the void.

Each rune emitted a dazzling light, twinkling like stars in the night sky.

Gradually, the entire magic array took shape, exuding an aura of solemnity and sanctity.

With the completion of the magic array, Berkeley took a deep breath, gathering all his strength.

He brought his hands together, murmuring under his breath as he began to chant the spell.

The sound of his incantation thundered through the cabin, reverberating in the air.

The magic array started to operate, emitting a powerful force of attraction.

Owen felt an invisible force pulling him upwards, his body slowly rising off the ground.

He floated in mid-air, seemingly merging with the magic array itself.

The scenes of the prophecy and Berkeley's actions were interconnected.

Owen saw that as he transformed into a dragon, Berkeley also began to operate the magic array.

But Berkeley's face was etched with shock, uttering something as he worked.

In the decrepit shop, the Net of Death swiftly tightened, leaving Owen no chance for escape.

Soon, wisps of white smoke emanated from his body – the signs of his life force being corroded by the Net of Death.

Just as the golden dragon was rapidly constricted by the Net of Death, the vision abruptly ended.

Owen returned to his own body.

"My magic array is complete," Berkeley, with eyes wide and frenzied, screamed towards the heavens, "Break free now! My -- Ascension Array can only briefly enhance your power. You now possess the strength of a master-tier arcanist."

At this moment, Owen began to perceive the changes within his body...

Firstly, his constitution had been tremendously enhanced.

The arcanergy within him surged like a boundless ocean, so overflowing that it instilled in him an urge to tear apart the heavens and the earth.

Secondly, Owen's senses had greatly sharpened.

He could clearly see the fluctuations of the arcanergy in the air, which drifted chaotically like particles.

Drawn by an inexplicable force, they formed strands of thread.

That must be the Net of Death!

Owen suddenly flapped his wings, and the surrounding strands of the Net of Death melted away like snowflakes.

However, in an instant, those threads reappeared.

A voice echoed through the air, piercing straight into Owen's heart: "Despair, for you are merely a master-tier dragon! You cannot withstand the magic array of a level 6 arraymancer!"

Berkeley, witnessing the increasingly fierce evil mists and the Net of Death lunging viciously, felt a surge of horror: "Owen, we've done our best... We are still lacking in strength..."

However, Owen was not the least bit frightened; instead, he thought to himself: "So this was what Berkeley meant."

He focused intently, observing everything around him.

The feeling of weakness in his body seemed irrelevant.

Pain couldn't leave any mark on him. Back in the Dragon God Temple, when he absorbed the energy for racial transformation, his body had almost exploded from the pain.

He had endured that agony. What was this in comparison?

A spark of inspiration suddenly flashed through his mind: "The magic array is based on the arcanergy particles in the air. If I disrupt the field of these arcanergy particles, wouldn't the magic array be directly broken?"

Berkeley's eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at Owen:

"You're insane..."

Before he could finish his sentence, the voice in the air sneered coldly: "Indeed, you are mad. As you said, you could disrupt the field of arcanergy particles in the air, which would break my magic array. However, that is a method only sage-tier beings can employ."

"You are now... tsk tsk, merely a pitiful master-tier dragon... ah no, soon to be just a gold-tier dragon."

A glint sparked in Owen's eyes as he roared: "Berkeley, I'll buy you time. Pour the arcanergy fluid over me."

A light of realization dawned in Berkeley's eyes, and four words flashed through his mind: "Arcanergy Siphoning."

An impossibility seemed feasible with Owen.

This was their chance to turn the tide!

Owen acted immediately, exhaling holy light from his mouth.

Instantly, the Net of Death, as if encountering its natural enemy, began to dissolve.

Some strands even seemed too terrified to approach Owen.

The Net of Death around Berkeley reacted similarly.

The voice from above sounded somewhat astonished: "A holy light dragon? Could you be a Gold Divine Dragon? Impossible, impossible, such dragons have long been extinct from the dragon race!"

Seeing that he could move again, Berkeley immediately dived under the counter, retrieving bottle after bottle of arcanergy fluid.

He didn't bother to unscrew the caps; instead, he smashed them directly onto Owen's body.

As the glass bottles clinked crisply, Owen's body began to exhibit the phenomenon of Arcanergy Siphoning.

Gradually, his skin revealed a series of peculiar patterns, as vibrant as rainbows and emitting a mystical glow.

With the emergence of these patterns, arcanergy from the surroundings started to surge wildly into Owen's body, forming a massive arcanergy vortex.

This vortex instantly disrupted the arcanergy field around him, turning the once tranquil night sky into a restless, tumultuous expanse.

Dark clouds gathered densely, lightning streaked across the sky, as if the entire world trembled in the wake of this arcanergy storm.

Owen felt a powerful force surging within him, rendering him unable to control his own body.

Under the influence of this force, he began to uncontrollably unleash potent arcanergy.

His eyes blazed like flames, and layers of arcanergy halos swirled around his body.

"What, Arcanergy Siphoning?" For the first time, fear crept into the voice from above, betraying a hint of panic.

At this moment, Berkeley was indifferent to the consumption of arcanergy fluid.

He continued to grab bottle after bottle, hurling them onto Owen.

The effects of Arcanergy Siphoning grew increasingly formidable.

The sky underwent a dramatic transformation; the dilapidated shop disintegrated into dust in an instant.

Owen, now liberated, floated in the air.

Beneath the dim sky, his body radiated with a heat akin to molten lava, shimmering with a brilliance reminiscent of the sun's very essence.

His scales glowed resplendently, each one appearing as if crafted from pure gold, casting a dazzling radiance around him.

Around his body, arcanergy surged tumultuously.

It raged like a fierce storm, yet at times flowed peacefully like a gentle stream.

Arcanergy swirled into vortexes around him, spinning, colliding, and merging, emitting deafening roars.

These whirlpools varied in color – some as red as blazing fire, others as deep and blue as the ocean, and some as bright as lightning.

Intertwined, they composed a tapestry of vivid, multifarious hues.

Berkeley gazed skyward, his mouth agape unconsciously.

The scene unfolding before him was like something out of a fairy tale.

A Gold Divine Dragon descended from the heavens, annihilating demons from the depths of hell.

The figure of the level 6 arraymancer was fully revealed.

Floating in mid-air, his eyes reduced to two profound abysses, his face pale and contorted.

His body was covered in black magical runes, resembling serpents slithering across his skin, emitting a sinister glow.

His eyes widened in disbelief, pupils constricted as if witnessing something inconceivable. His lips quivered: "Is it... truly the Gold Divine Dragon?"

"It's your grandfather!" Owen proclaimed, flapping his wings and appearing instantly before him.

As if awakening from a trance, the arraymancer drew out a scroll.

A dazzling light enveloped his entire being in an instant.

Owen's claw swiped through the air, grasping at nothing.

Owen inquired, "Where did he go?"

Berkeley stepped forward, his gaze complex as he looked at Owen: "He used a spatial teleportation scroll. He's likely reappeared dozens of miles away by now."

Owen slowly descended, transforming from his dragon form back into his human shape.

The arcanergy vortexes around his body did not dissipate.

Arcanergy particles clung to his skin, creating rainbow-hued tattoos across his body.

"Forget about that for now, what should I do?" Owen asked, eyeing his own arm as his eyelid twitched slightly.

Berkeley, looking astonished, said: "What else can you do? Once you've absorbed all the arcanergy fluid, the effects of Arcanergy Siphoning will cease. No wonder dragons can be considered an advanced race; their bodies are truly formidable."

"Normally, if a person's body exhibits the effects of Arcanergy Siphoning, they would be pulverized by the arcanergy particles. But you're just fine... like nothing's wrong."

Owen exhaled slowly and made his way to the now dilapidated shop, gently lifting Erin.

Berkeley followed and reassured upon seeing Erin's condition: "Don't worry, she's just been afflicted by evil energy. Once it dissipates, she'll wake up."

Owen summoned a beam of holy light in his hand, shining it on Erin.

Her eyelashes fluttered slightly, a sign she was close to awakening.