"System analysis complete."
Pale blue runic light flickered in the air, accompanied by a soft, restrained mechanical female voice.
Ian nodded slightly.
"Continue testing."
He slowly raised his wand and pointed it at his left arm.
"Sectumsempra."
Along with the chilling incantation, a visible cutting ray burst forth in an instant.
The sharp current of air sliced through flesh with almost no resistance, cleanly severing the entire arm.
Blood gushed like a fountain.
But Ian's expression remained calm, and he did not even furrow his brow.
He merely lowered his head to observe the flow of blood, the way the tissue had ruptured, and the reaction of magic within it.
Several seconds later, a cluster of silent blue flames suddenly ignited at the wound.
The flames spread along the severed edge. Flesh reassembled within the fire, blood and tissue flowed back together, and bone began to grow.
A few minutes later, an entirely new arm had been perfectly restored.
He flexed his fingers. They were as nimble as ever.
"Regeneration successful. Flame Spirit Foundation stable," he calmly recorded.
This experiment had verified the core secret of the Phoenix Bloodline—the regenerative power did not originate from ordinary life energy, but from an independent Flame Dimension.
In his previous research, Ian had discovered that the dimension was filled with primal vitality and fire elements. It was the source from which all phoenixes could "resurrect."
Through that dimension, a phoenix could teleport to any location in the world and restore its injured body with its life-flame.
Even more astonishingly, every phoenix left a complete copy of itself within that dimension.
When one was killed in the material world, it only needed to reawaken its consciousness within that "backup" to return once more.
In other words, a phoenix's "immortality" was not a miracle, but