Chapter 947: Chapter 819: The Past and Arrival

"Dream Bird?"

Upon closer inspection, these small black and white birds, apart from their slightly similar shape, share no common traits with regular birds.

They resemble stripes casually painted with black ink.

Their bodies are thin black lines, while their wings are two arcs extending sideways, with short, downward extensions.

The black and stripes above feature white hollows, but upon closer inspection, these are white patterns.

The Dream Birds look genuinely strange.

It makes sense, as all these so-called spirits appear odd, though not to the point of being off-putting, but definitely not attractive.

Viewing the scene opened by Kreya suggested it was happening within a dream.

"Does this world have a dream layer?"

Kreya thought of something and asked Kreya.

Upon hearing Kreya’s question, Kreya nodded: "Kreya captured them using dreams, isn’t that clever?"

The reason Kreya advanced early to triple-color was due to mastering dream-related rules.

Kreya understood the connection between fairy tales and dreams.

Thus, despite being a Spirit of Fairy Tales, Kreya possesses exceptional dream mastery.

It was like the inner realm of the Platinum Country gaining a dream layer because of Kreya’s advancement.

Previously, the inner realm of the Platinum Country didn’t have such a feature; despite intelligent beings dreaming, they lacked the chance for a dream layer to form.

The dream within the Platinum Country is governed by Kreya, allowing all mages studying Fairy Tale Magic to roam within dreams.

This enables them to learn peculiar spells.

"Can Dream Birds survive if they leave the dream in this world?" Kane asked curiously.

Kane’s knowledge of dreams is very limited; he has hardly explored it.

Kreya shook her head: "Kreya doesn’t know either, so she captured a few to observe within the dream."

Upon hearing this, Kane nodded.

It seems Kreya is quite fond of these spirits, capturing a few to see if they can survive. If they do, it looks like she might take a lot of "souvenirs" upon leaving.

At this moment, Umberto also stood still at the front of the group, watching Kreya’s dream exhibit and the Dream Birds flying within.

Up till now, he couldn’t help but wonder internally about the true strength of the five before him.

Although he always felt Kane and the rest were god-like, what is divine strength really like? He had no frame of reference.

As he pondered, his attention was entirely drawn to the Dream Birds, particularly since it’s his first time witnessing these creatures inhabiting human dreams.

After all, humans cannot freely traverse dreams.

Dream memories are exceptionally blurred, only visible when many Dream Birds gather in someone’s dreams and fly out—not otherwise.

"These Dream Birds are indeed curious, though their appearance is a bit too ugly for Kreya’s liking."

Kreya commented with disdain.

At this moment, Kane waved his hand: "Alright, since everyone’s seen this, let’s move on."

Umberto nodded, then turned to continue forward.

Kane and the group followed, occasionally chatting.

Creating a relaxed and leisurely atmosphere.

...

Among the branches ahead.

After a while, Kane and the rest once again saw glowing spirits resting between leaves not far away.

"We should be getting close."

Umberto observed the spirits on the leaves, turning to Kane and the others behind him.

The appearance of spirits indicated they were near some gathering place.

Amidst this dense forest, it might be a village.

"Perhaps years ago, I visited this place, vaguely remembering there should be a village not far ahead."

Umberto mused, contemplating as he crossed a fallen branch before him.

Upon hearing this.

Longbei, walking behind him, couldn’t help but ask: "Earlier you mentioned the world shattered when you were sixteen; how old are you now?"

From both the prior prophecy and his current words, it’s evident Umberto is far older than he appears.

Upon Longbei asking, Umberto lifted his head slightly, tapping his forehead as if pondering and calculating his age.

"I should be around 100 years old now."

Exceeding Kane and the group’s expectations, though it’s evident Umberto possesses silver strength.

Silver level strength living past 100 is straightforward, surpassing his race’s lifespan.

However, given the world’s fragmentation over the years, likely all roads bear his footprints.

"But how do you look 100, yet it’s hard to tell?" Kane asked curiously.

Living past 100 at silver level is normal, but maintaining his current appearance and physical condition is challenging.

There must be some external force supporting him.

Kane and the group sensed Umberto’s current physical state.

Especially Meizike, who upon checking, noticed Umberto’s physiology appears about 30 years old externally.

At this moment, Meizike quickened his pace, walking a few steps forward to observe Umberto.

"Your constitution seems different from ordinary people; your body appears continuously inhabited by spirits?"

Upon Meizike speaking, Umberto nodded in acknowledgment of his accuracy.

Despite conversing, they continued their pace, not slowing down.

All around, more and more glowing spirits could be seen. They were either floating in the air, wandering around, or quietly staying in a corner.

"Since birth, I’ve been possessed by a kind of spirit, which is also why I’ve chosen this path."

Speaking, Umberto exhaled a breath.

A stream of white smoke emitted from his mouth, turning into a white mist snake that coiled around his wrist.

"The Fog Spirit, a spirit that dwells over a hundred meters above the ground, has a restraining effect on all spirits."

As he spoke, the white mist snake on his hand turned into strands of very thin white mist, shooting forward.

Meanwhile, a spirit shaped like an upside-down ’V’ on the leaves was wrapped up and dragged over.

At the moment of being wrapped, the ’V’-shaped spirit tried to struggle, but it was evidently futile.

Just like that, it was dragged and placed on Umberto’s palm.

"There you go, just like this."

Umberto showed it to everyone and then a slight trace of magic power, or as they called it, life, surged from his fingertips.

He touched the spirit with it and then let it go, allowing it to fly away into the air.

Watching the white mist on Umberto’s hand, everyone nodded, having a clear understanding of this white mist now.

During previous conversations, Umberto had mentioned to them.

His profession should properly be called a Spirit Doctor, truly a profession of healing others.

But just by the name, it’s clear that it specifically addresses issues caused by spirits.

So, the spirit possessed by Umberto only made his methods more convenient; what truly made him powerful was his knowledge related to spirits.

And his experience gained from dealing with spirits for over 100 years.

According to him.

On this fragmented world, no one may understand spirits better than he does.

"Around when I turned 30, due to some unexpected circumstances, I was once again possessed by another kind of spirit. It kept my physical constitution at the age of 30 right up until the brink of death."

"The cost is, I have to keep walking with my own two feet."

Overall, he benefited from that possession.

The spirits around were increasing.

Everywhere, all sorts of odd-shaped glowing objects were scattered around him.

Observing such a scene, Umberto suddenly became introspective.

"I recall, in my childhood, everywhere looked like this scene, but now such a scene can only be seen in inhabited places."

Upon saying this, he suddenly became a bit melancholy.

Yesterday, Kane and Meizike had somewhat explored why at this stage, these spirits would habitually gather around human habitats.

The humans here, though have magic power sedimented within them, the magic is not dead, and as humans move, it gradually vaporizes into the air.

And these spirits survive on the delicate magic power in the air.

If the world wasn’t fragmented, if it were a complete world, then magic should be infused everywhere at all times.

Then, of course, any place would be suitable for these spirits’ survival, but now the world has fragmented, and the land beneath their feet is nothing but a fragment left from the world splitting.

How much magic power can you expect a fragment to have? The magic power in the air is quite thin, which certainly can’t sustain too many spirits, leading these spirits to start gradually dying.

And the surviving spirits will undoubtedly gather around human habitats, because the naturally vaporized magic power from these people’s bodies, mixed with the magic in the air, makes it easier for the surrounding spirits to survive.

Therefore, seeing the gathered spirits around, Kane extended his palm, a condensed magic ball appeared in his hand.

With Kane’s precise manipulation of magic power, strands of magic ribbons emitted from the condensed magic ball.

All the surrounding spirits began to move. Following the magic ribbons, they started dancing in the air under Kane’s control.

"Indeed, this way, one can exert a certain degree of control over these spirits."

Umberto watched Kane manipulate the magic ribbons. If his perception wasn’t mistaken, the total amount of the magic power ball in Kane’s hand and the magic he emitted into the air surpassed the magic stored in his own body.

So, with a casual wave of a hand, they accomplish something he can? Such a degree of magic control is something he could never achieve.

He couldn’t help but once again sigh in his heart at how formidable these people were.

Because he noticed, as Kane moved, the others were similarly trying to mimic the control.

It seemed to be their first time, yet they effortlessly picked it up.

Even the seemingly clumsy Longbei did the same.

"These spirits, truly interesting."

Kane watched a few fluffy, sphere-like spirits floating in his palm and said.

If he remembered correctly, these spirits in his palm seemed to be called Furballs.

The impact they have on humans is extremely minor, as if making one unable to resist sneezing.

"Alright, we’re almost there; the village is already visible."

Umberto gazed into the distance; not far away on a hillside could be seen orange-yellow thatched roofs.

Approximately a dozen or so large and small rooftops protruding, indicating the village was there.

Although the sun had not set behind the mountain, it was already teetering on the horizon.

Soon after, night would descend.

Following the floating spirits, Kane and the others began walking up the hill.

In the woods, paths made by people could already be seen.

Near some trees, hunters’ traps seemed visible.

Seeing these traps, Kane couldn’t help but smile with memories.

Once, he too used these to capture prey.