Chapter 2287 World Within the Painting <TOC> Chapter 2289 Writing Destiny
Translator: SumTLMan
“Mirafael Von?” Angel repeated the name, then looked at the cloaked man with a face full of surprise and doubt, “Are you the Magic Painter?”
“Do you look surprised?” Feng raised an eyebrow.
Angel shook his head: “No… I just didn’t expect that the Magic Painter would look so young.”
After Angel finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and pointed in the air, and an oil painting portrait that looked very old appeared in front of Feng. The painting depicted a kind-looking old man, smiling with a large roll of painting paper on his back and holding a paintbrush dripping with blue and gold paint.
“This is Mr. Feng’s portrait I saw in an issue of —Planes Conquest Record—.”
Feng looked interestedly at the old man in the painting, a hint of nostalgia flickering in his eyes, and after a long while, he finally spoke: “It really brings back memories… Indeed, that’s me. I once traveled among the painters’ guilds of various countries and even served as the president of a painters’ guild for about fifty years. To avoid trouble, I used this face for a while.”
The painters’ guild was an organization established by mortals. Feng had mingled in a mortal organization for fifty years, and if he had always maintained a youthful appearance, it would definitely have caused a great stir, hence the adoption of such a face.
Feng did not expect that this face, which was only used for a short time, would eventually be included in the —Planes Conquest Record—.
As Feng spoke, Angel’s thoughts were also rapidly turning.
Is the person in front of him really Feng? From various signs, there is still a possibility that he is not Feng, but the most important reason this may not be so is that he has no reason to deceive him.
However, Feng’s appearance here is also somewhat unreasonable.
Moreover, he had previously asked Angel, “Are you the one who follows in his footsteps?” The “he” in question, without a doubt, refers to Mirafael Von, but when he asked, it didn’t seem like he was talking about himself, but rather about someone else.
Therefore, Angel still could not fully confirm the identity of the person in front of him.
Feng seemed to see the doubt in Angel’s eyes and slowly said: “I am indeed Mirafael Von, but not in the way you imagine.”
“I am A Strand of Consciousness sketched by Feng with his brush, sealed here until you reactivated this painting with the Ouija Multi-Pattern Cipher Key, allowing me to see the light again.”
That is to say, he is Feng, but not the real Feng. He is a shadow drawn by Feng, yet this shadow has Feng’s personal consciousness.
To endow a person in a painting with personal consciousness? Angel had never heard of such a power before; he had thought that the person in front of him was an avatar, but it turned out to be just a strand of consciousness.
After explaining his origin, Feng continued: “Feng left me here to wait for your arrival.”
“Waiting for my arrival? So, are you the treasure Mr. Feng left behind?”
Feng smiled and said: “If I say yes, would you be disappointed?”
Angel was noncommittal, as he wasn’t really expecting any so-called treasure; he just wanted to see if the trap set by Feng was truly coming to an end and in what form it would conclude.
“If you possess all the memories and personal experiences of the Magic Painter wizard, that wouldn’t be a loss.”
Feng: “If you’re looking to extract various knowledge from me, I’m afraid, my true self didn’t leave much relevant information. Moreover, my existence continuously consumes personal consciousness, and it won’t be long before I disappear.”
Angel: “Then, what is the purpose of your existence?”
“I have mentioned before, my purpose is to wait for your arrival,” Feng didn’t stop there but continued, “I am not the treasure left by Feng; my existence is to clarify your doubts. I believe you must have many questions now.”
Angel looked at Feng, who was draped in a cloak, and softly said, “Indeed, I have many questions now.”
Feng gazed into Angel’s eyes, seemingly deciphering another layer of emotion: “And, anger?”
Angel didn’t respond, but indeed, there was anger within him.
He was angry about being a pawn manipulated by others.
However, facing an entity like Feng, any emotion was insignificant, so he restrained himself and didn’t show it, yet Feng pointed it out himself.
“Come, let’s sit down and talk. I will answer the questions you wish to know.” After saying this, Feng waved his hand lightly, and a stream of starlight fell from the sky, forming a pair of chairs with a cold glow under a large tree.
The two sat opposite each other.
After sitting down, Angel spoke first, but he didn’t ask anything, simply following the protocol with a self-introduction.
“Angel, is it? Since you come from the Savage Grottoes, have you heard of me from Book Ancestor, or has he ever mentioned me?”
Angel looked at Feng with confusion; he didn’t expect that mentioning the Savage Grottoes would lead Feng to think of Book Ancestor… At least in Angel’s memory, if other wizards mentioned the Savage Grottoes, they would think of Rhine or Tree Spirit. Mirror Lady is only famous among witches, and although Book Ancestor is well-known, he is more like a legend in the Wizarding World due to his absence.
“Book Ancestor seldom appears; since I entered the Savage Grottoes, I have only seen him once during my apprenticeship.” Angel didn’t avoid the topic and briefly described his encounter with Book Ancestor.
After listening to Angel’s story, Feng was stunned for a moment and then burst into laughter.
It took a while for him to stop laughing: “Book Ancestor answered your question, and you only asked one: how to discover mental power? You should know, when my true self… Feng went to see Book Ancestor, it took hundreds of years to get him to speak. If my true self knew you wasted such an opportunity, he probably couldn’t help but lock you in the burning painting prison and burn you for decades before saying anything.”
Facing Feng’s regret over the question opportunity, Angel was not particularly concerned: “At that time, I hadn’t even passed my apprenticeship, what kind of meaningful question could I ask?”
Feng: “That’s true, it can only be said that you met Book Ancestor at the wrong time.”
After the sigh, Feng didn’t bring up Book Ancestor again but returned to the main topic: “Before answering your questions, I have one of my own, hoping you can clarify it for me.”
Angel naturally didn’t dare to refuse: “Please ask.”
“The Demon God Calamity, has it been stopped?” Feng put away his playful demeanor, his expression more serious than ever before.
Influenced by Feng, Angel responded with a bit more solemnity: “If Mr. Feng is referring to the Flameless Lord, then it probably won’t have the chance to descend upon the Southern Region of the Wizarding World.”
After receiving confirmation from Angel, Feng paused for a moment, then let out a long sigh. It was as if he was releasing years of pent-up frustration all at once.
Then, Feng switched back to his familiar smile: “Would you mind telling me how you stopped the Demon God Calamity?”
Angel: “…I mind.”
Feng’s expression froze for a few seconds before slowly relaxing: “Alright, if you don’t want to say now, so be it. I hope you’ll consider it after understanding my earnestness.”
Feng didn’t press Angel further but changed the topic: “I’ve finished my questions, now it’s your turn. If you have any questions, as long as I know, I’ll tell you everything.”
After a moment of silence, Angel decided to start with his initial doubt: “What is destiny?”
Feng: “The topic of destiny is too vast. If you had asked this question to Book Ancestor, perhaps he would have given you a very beautiful and satisfying answer. But asking me… forgive my bluntness, my prophecy skills are not strong. I can fool Uranos and the others without a problem, but I think you definitely won’t be satisfied with the same answer.”
“Moreover, I believe what you’re most concerned about isn’t destiny itself. Rather, it’s why you have entered into the destiny I’ve woven, right?”
Angel nodded: “That’s also what I want to know. When did this scheme start, why did it start, when will it end… and why is it me?”
Feng clearly anticipated Angel’s questions and didn’t hesitate in his response: “You think this is a scheme, and you are a pawn being manipulated, right? Hehe, the truth behind this isn’t so complicated. There’s no chess player, no scheme, just a push by destiny… This matter starts from a long, long time ago, when I was still a wizard apprentice.”
Feng didn’t dwell too much on his apprenticeship period, but he mentioned it because during this time, he developed a fixation that would shape his future.
Feng’s dearest ones died in the Demon God Calamity, and Feng’s mentor didn’t survive this tragedy either.
From that moment on, Feng harbored a strong hatred towards the Demon God and an extreme loathing for such calamities, which even became his obsession.
The Frost Moon Alliance’s —Planes Conquest Record— features a very famous illustration called —The Apocalypse—, drawn by Feng, depicting the end of the world caused by the descent of the Demon God. Although Feng didn’t explicitly say so, anyone who has seen this painting can perceive Feng’s detestation for the Demon God’s descent.
After Feng broke through to legend, he left the Southern Region of the Wizarding World for the Source World.
During his time in the Source World, Feng, as a freelance wizard, worked for the Temple of Prophets and stayed there for several hundred years.
The Temple of Prophets, a formidable alliance within the Source World, is a vast federation formed by the union of several wizard organizations related to prophecy.
Even the renowned Crown Star Church in the Southern Region is actually a member under the Temple of Prophets.
During his years at the Temple of Prophets, Feng initially wanted to learn some prophecy spells, but his talent for prophecy was not strong, and the prophecy arts he learned were merely superficial.
Although he did not master prophecy, he met many prophecy wizards, including some from the Crown Star Church who had risen up from the Southern Region.
The Temple of Prophets also possessed mysterious objects like the Mystery of Starlight. A prophecy wizard from the Southern Region, through a mysterious object named “City of Reincarnation,” received some hints about the future. One of these hints suggested that the Southern Region would soon face a calamity brought by a Demon God.
This Southern Region wizard shared the news with Feng.
Naturally, Feng was shocked upon receiving this message. Although he had left the Southern Region, his concern for it never waned, as it was his homeland.
The possibility of his homeland facing a calamity caused by a Demon God concerned him deeply. Even if Feng did not care much for the Demon God himself, he would still seek ways to save it. Moreover, Feng had a deep-seated hatred for disasters caused by Demon Gods and naturally took it upon himself to save the Southern Region.
But how could he save it?
Even if Feng became a legendary wizard, he might not be able to defeat a Demon God.
Moreover, he did not know which Demon God would descend, the specific time of the descent, the reason for the descent, or the location of the descent.
With these questions unanswered, even if Feng could defeat a Demon God, it would be difficult to completely avert the disaster. After all, a calamity is not solely caused by a Demon God but also involves a multitude of threats related to the Demon God, such as their minions and some opportunists.
Not to mention, if the one to descend was a Supreme Demon God or an Elder… not just him, but even if he were to unite with a large number of peers, it would probably be hard to stop.
In a situation with no solution in sight, the prophecy wizard from the Southern Region suggested to Feng that he could try consulting the Book of Kael.
Chapter 2287 World Within the Painting <TOC> Chapter 2289 Writing Destiny