Life Magic

Lei Mo climbed into Margaret's cart.

"Margaret, when we go back this time, will you and your father still return to Raging Flame Mountain?"

Lei Mo asked casually.

"Probably not. According to my father, he wants to join Bloodhoof. I just don't know whether the chieftain will allow it."

Margaret replied seriously.

"Generally speaking, Bloodhoof doesn't accept outsiders. But then again, you're a Shaman Priest, aren't you?"

"They'll definitely make an exception for you. And Margaret, that wasn't very friendly of you. We're friends, yet you kept it from me?"

Lei Mo said, pretending to be dissatisfied.

"I was only a level-five shaman. It wasn't anything special, and you never asked."

Margaret smiled, with no intention of apologizing. Lei Mo did not mind either; he had only been putting on an act.

"But you're a Nature Magic shaman. You'd be highly sought after in any tribe, even a large one."

Lei Mo said with an envious look.

Only Lei Mo knew that this Nature Magic was likely the Life Law.

Without an Overgod spreading the faith, comprehending rule magic was extremely difficult. He had not expected to encounter someone like that so soon—and a beauty at that.

"Margaret, can you teach me Nature Magic?"

Lei Mo looked hopeful. Whether he could learn it was not important. This gave him another excuse to keep chatting her up. First, he had to secure his footing.

For now, aside from himself, none of the young men in the tribe would be interested in Margaret, this beast-eared girl.

"The difficult part of Nature Magic is whether you can successfully communicate with the natural elements between heaven and earth. Only then can you proceed to the next step."

Margaret patiently explained with a smile. After hearing Lei Mo say that she could stay with the Bloodhoof Tribe, her mood had genuinely brightened.

"Margaret, what color are these natural elements?"

Lei Mo asked, intending to try using his meditation technique. It should work, right?

"They're generally pale green. The color of natural elements isn't fixed; it also depends on the surrounding environment. Natural elements exist everywhere, and their colors differ slightly from place to place, but they will at least give off a green glow."

Margaret smiled. She thought Lei Mo was simply indulging in fantasy. Nature Magic shamans were already rare; if this Tauren Lei Mo could learn it, she would eat his Black Staff.

Lei Mo did not explain. Right there in the supply cart, he began sitting in meditation, sensing the elements between heaven and earth around him as he gradually entered the state.

The dense, abundant elemental motes around him startled Lei Mo so badly that he nearly jolted out of meditation.

This—this isn't right. Am I some overlooked genius? The elemental motes around here are far too dense.

Every type seemed many times more plentiful than the elemental motes he had sensed before. They were even denser than those in the Hall of Ancestral Spirits.

Lei Mo could not worry about that for now. He began slowly drawing the dense, green-glowing specks around him into his body.

Meditation seemed to make time pass especially quickly. Who knew how long had gone by before Lei Mo slowly opened his eyes.

He saw a small face like a rose beaded with morning dew, peach-blossom eyes shimmering with moisture, and little vermilion lips.

Then he was startled. His Adam's apple bobbed, and he hurriedly turned his face away.

Yet he still did not forget to complain.

"Margaret, why were you looking at me from so close? You scared me."

"Looking at you? No, why can you really absorb natural elements? And why have the natural elements around us become so much denser?"

Margaret asked in amazement.

"How would I know? Maybe I'm an overlooked tribal genius, someone who should have become an elder-level Shaman Priest. Sigh! What a pity I was delayed. My future achievements will be limited now."

Lei Mo bragged aloud, but inwardly he was uneasy. Something had to be wrong with his elemental affinity today.

If his elemental affinity was always like this, Lei Mo was confident he could become a true Saint Realm Archmage instead of being in such an awkward position now.

Lei Mo carefully considered the difference between this meditation session and his previous ones. There was no difference. He did not possess any treasure either. Unless it was because he had not carried his pitch-black Totem Pillar this time?

Did his Totem Pillar suppress magic? No, that was not right. There had clearly been many times before when he had not carried it.

Lei Mo drew one out with his backhand. To others, it still looked like that Black Staff. Then it could only be this.

This Totem Pillar had an extraordinary origin. I should try to uncover its functions. Without changing his expression, Lei Mo tucked the Totem Pillar back into the hide belt on his back.

After chatting idly with Margaret for a while, Margaret told Lei Mo that Nature Magic shamans required an inheritance in order to master it.

Otherwise, they could only rely on luck—on suddenly attaining enlightenment and independently mastering Nature Magic.

However, enlightenment was far too difficult. Margaret could give Lei Mo an inheritance, but she needed to adjust her condition and prepare several necessary items.

Having asked what he wanted to know and obtained a promise, Lei Mo jumped down from the supply cart and returned to his original position.

When they made camp that evening, Lei Mo secretly cut open his finger, condensed a drop of blood, and let it fall onto the Purple Totem Pillar.

The blood vanished into the Totem Pillar the moment it touched it, but nothing changed. This was not an artifact; artifacts could all be bound to their owners with blood.

On the Chaos Plateau, there was no such thing as binding weapons with blood, at least not that Lei Mo had heard of.

Blood-binding was the mark of an artifact, and artifacts needed to be nurtured with divine power used by gods. Yet no gods had ever been heard of on the Chaos Plateau. Lei Mo did not know whether the eight ancestors had become gods.

Most weapons on the Chaos Plateau were inherited totem weapons. They could not be blood-bound, but they were still exceptionally powerful.

Almost no metal weapon could damage them. They could be knocked flying, but they would not be destroyed.

Otherwise, on the Chaos Plateau, where metalworking was so poor, there would not be many usable weapons at all.

What exactly was this Purple Totem Pillar? Lei Mo was no longer certain it was even a Totem Pillar. It could absorb blood, yet showed no reaction.

Still unwilling to give up, Lei Mo condensed many more drops of blood and dripped them onto it until his lips turned slightly pale!

The Purple Totem Pillar absorbed every drop without refusal, yet still gave no feedback whatsoever.

Lei Mo was confused. What was this thing, a Sovereign Artifact?

That was possible. Otherwise, it could not fail to recognize an owner. But a Sovereign Artifact should only need to absorb blood once. How could it keep drinking blood like this?

Did my change in elemental affinity come from this Purple Totem Pillar? I need to conduct an experiment.

With that thought, Lei Mo put the purple pillar into his pack and left it inside his tent.

Ten meters away from the tent, he found a stone, sat down cross-legged, and began meditating.

Gradually, Lei Mo entered the state and sensed motes of various colors filling the air around him. They were still densely packed, and Lei Mo quickly woke up.

This time, he ran more than ten kilometers away. No one would pay attention to his Totem Pillar, much less think it was some extraordinary treasure.

He found a giant tree dozens of meters tall and slowly flew up to the highest branch. Its crown was covered by interwoven branches and leaves; unless someone flew to this position, they would not be able to see anyone in the tree.

Lei Mo sat down to meditate once more and swiftly entered a meditative state. This time, only a sparse scattering of elemental motes of various colors surrounded him. At least every type was present.