Chapter 93: Strange Dream

That night, Avis began his daily meditation as usual.

With the operation of the exclusive meditation method, the rich spiritual power in the spiritual space slowly rose and fell like the tide. Every rise and fall will be more condensed and powerful.

I don't know how long...

In the haze, Avis looked around in confusion.

Surrounded by a desolate and silent gray plain, gray-white rocks of varying sizes, scattered in twos and threes on the extremely flat gravel surface, without any plants.

At this time, he was riding a horse, walking slowly on a long gray stone path.

The road ahead was not straight, but with a slightly curved arc, extending to the endless distance, like the gray-white mountains in the background.

The sky seemed to be shrouded in thick dark clouds, dim and gray, giving people a very depressing feeling.

The sound of horse hooves echoed on the quiet road.

Strangely, Avis didn't feel anything wrong.

He didn't know where he was going, nor did he know what he was going to do.

He just wanted to keep going, heading for the endless distance, the gray-white horizon beneath the sky emitting gray-white glimmer, which seemed to be eternal.

...Horizon?

A faint doubt flashed through his mind, and Avis vaguely had a sense of disharmony in his heart, as if something was wrong.

Suddenly, a violent sound of horse hooves came from behind.

Avis instinctively turned his head and saw a figure emitting endless holy light, with a desperate and terrifying oppressive aura, riding a gray-black horse, chasing him quickly!

A huge sense of fear seized his heart, and Avis clamped the horse's belly like crazy, urging the horse under his crotch to run forward desperately, trying to escape the pursuit of the figure behind.

But the opposite happened. Even though Avis had urged the horse to the fastest speed, the terrifying holy light figure behind was still getting closer and closer.

The violent light even made his body become a strange translucent state.

The speed of that gray-black horse was obviously faster than his horse!

...No, that's not right, it shouldn't be like this.

In the midst of fear and despair, it seemed that some kind of restraint suddenly broke and disappeared. Some fragments of scattered magic spells flashed through his mind.

The next moment, Avis almost instinctively hugged the horse's head tightly, the magic light lit up in his hands, and a spell was cast instantly.

Level 3 spell - summon phantom horse!

The shape of the horse under him suddenly changed, and the horse's body gradually became a little illusory. Pure magic particles replaced muscles and bones, turning the whole horse into a form composed of pure magic.

With the complete change of shape, the speed of the horse suddenly increased.

The terrifying holy light figure that was almost about to touch him in the back was gradually left behind as Avis's horse accelerated, turning into a smaller and smaller white dot.

Huh——

Avis breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the mountains getting closer and closer in front of him, he suddenly had a trace of doubt in his heart.

Where is this?

But before he could find the answer, the mountains, wasteland, winding paths and horses suddenly became a little blurry.

The next moment, Avis found that he had run into a room.

The furnishings in the room were fresh and elegant, and the air was filled with a mysterious fragrance. A cute British shorthair cat doll with a nightcap was placed on the light pink curtained bed. It was obviously a girl's room.

For some reason, he always felt that this place was very familiar.

Is it Fiona's room?

Thinking hazily, Avis stood up from the colorful toy wooden horse that was still swinging under him and looked around.

A wooden classical desk, a bookshelf full of magic books, a soft long velvet sofa, and a small round table with mosaics placed on the side of the sofa, on which was placed a bottle of light blue exotic roses.

But except for the curtained bed, the other furniture seemed a little blurry.

... Have I been here?

A vague thought flashed through his mind, and Avis walked to the bookshelf and casually pulled out a thick dark green book.

There was no text on the cover, only the dark green color that flowed like an abyss.

When he picked up the book, the color flowed along the spine of the book into his hands like liquid.

He wanted to open the book, but found that there was nothing in his hands, only a ball of rich flowing dark green.

When he looked more closely, he was actually holding a handful of soil with dark green.

The emerald green buds grew out of the soil and grew taller quickly. Nine white flowers hung from the slightly bent stems, swaying gently in Avis's hands, making waves of crisp and pleasant wind chimes.

Strangely, as the flowers swayed, the sound of the wind chimes gradually turned into a piano melody.

...To Alice?

Once again, the thoughts in his mind gradually became clear.

The surrounding environment gradually faded, and the pure white flowers in his hands swayed and made a cooing sound.

?

Looking closely, those were not flowers, but nine miniature pigeons.

"Coo--"

After seeing what was in his hand, the faint calls of the pigeons became clearer. They flapped their wings and flew to Avis's shoulders, one on top of another.

"Coo--""Coo--"

The noisy pigeon calls instantly drowned out Avis.

"Coo--coo, coo--coo--coo! Coo--coo--in the yard..."

...Pigeons?

Coo--one day today? Make up for it tomorrow?

Listening to the strange cries of the pigeons, an inexplicable strange thought appeared in Avis' mind.

Even he himself did not understand why he suddenly had such a thought.

"Gu? Are you calling Gugu?"

Suddenly, an extremely huge pigeon head, which even blocked Avis's sight, fell from the ceiling and appeared upside down in front of Avis.

With the sound of the pigeon, the whole world shattered like a fragile mirror.

The familiar fluctuations of mental power reappeared in the perception, and instantly made Avis completely regain consciousness.

Is it... a dream?

Avis opened his blue eyes and found that he was still in a meditative posture.

It was already the second half of the night, and six magic hours had passed since he entered meditation.

The silver-like moonlight penetrated into the room from the window, quietly covering Avis's body, like a layer of hazy gauze.

The pigeon squatted on his chest in an anti-gravity posture, and its white feathers reflected a faint halo in the moonlight, staring at him with its round red and black eyes.

The next moment, the spiritual power feedback brought by the breakthrough in rank came slowly.

The structure of the initial magic has undergone new changes, and the total amount of spiritual power has increased significantly again!

The spiritual power core crystal in the center, which was wrapped in a powerful spiritual power tide, had faint lines on its surface, which looked extremely profound and mysterious.

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