Versatile Mage Chapter 3164 Be Friends

Once more, Mo Fan found himself surrounded by those branches that seemed to "speak" with expressive "faces."

Activating his divine vision, his pupils shifted to a brilliant gold.

His perspective expanded rapidly, allowing him to pierce through illusions and survey the entire region from a god-like vantage point.

At first glance, a sprawling, untamed wilderness seemed to blanket the area.

However, as Mo Fan’s sight grew clearer, he realized the terrain actually mirrored the structure of a giant brain.

The lake where he stood and the towering, ominous trees were merely the ridges and valleys of this organ. The animate plants he had witnessed were nothing more than the brain's neural fibers!

They possessed the capacity to laugh, interrogate, ridicule, and deceive.

The eerie nature of the Divine Wood Well suddenly made sense to Mo Fan. He had been interacting with sentient nerves!

Indeed, those ancient, massive trees served as the frontal lobes of this colossal brain, linked by an endless network of nerves. To a tiny creature standing within them, it would feel like wandering through a magnificent "divine forest."

The Divine Wood Well was, in truth, a divine brain!

As the fog dissipated, Mo Fan stood upon the water and gazed at the mountain-sized living entity. It stretched toward the horizon, radiating a presence that was both majestic and profoundly holy. Though its sheer scale prevented him from seeing the whole thing with his naked eyes, his divine vision mapped out its entire silhouette.

In that moment, Mo Fan understood why its aura felt so familiar, reminding him of a town he had once visited.

This was certainly no divine eye. Entering such a massive, alien brain felt like stepping into an enchanting, magical woods.

A complex web of nerves formed an expansive system of ancient divine trees. Whenever Mo Fan drew near, they triggered strange and vivid hallucinations.

Having encountered ancient gods before, Mo Fan felt a deep sense of conflict while facing this bizarre and surreal divine being.

To be honest, he almost regretted discovering its true nature.

What did that make him, now that he had tumbled into this brain?

Was he merely a brain parasite?

It was a difficult realization for anyone to accept just how insignificant they truly were.

"So, you can mirror my deepest thoughts. Are you a divine brain capable of manipulating the minds of others?" Mo Fan questioned, staring at the immense entity before him.

"I have simply peered into your consciousness. What I reflect is merely your own authentic inner voice," the voice replied, sounding like Zhan Kong layered with many other familiar tones.

"Who was it that interred you in this wasteland?" Mo Fan inquired.

"Who?" the divine brain asked with a mocking laugh. "No one. This place is warm, and I have little need for water."

"I have made use of your eyes, the Eye of Spacetime," Mo Fan noted.

"We are distinct entities and not particularly close," the divine brain countered.

"But don't you both hail from the same ancient divine corpse?" Mo Fan pushed.

"By that logic, humans and seaweed share the same ancestry," the divine brain retorted.

Mo Fan forced a grin.

He suspected he had offended it, though he couldn't be certain.

"Then, how am I supposed to understand your existence?" Mo Fan asked.

"It is quite straightforward. In your legends, do you not have the figure Kuafu? He pursued the sun until he collapsed. His blood turned into rivers, his bones into peaks, his skin into the earth, and his hair into the woods. So, where did his eyes and brain go?"

"You are truly that ancient?" Mo Fan asked, stunned.

This led him to contemplate the dawn of humanity. What was the true origin of mankind in this world of magic? No one knew, and even the historical texts of magic held no answers.

"Have you considered that myths are born from actual human experiences? In the past, people lacked the words for what they witnessed, so they used mythology to interpret and symbolize. Perhaps someone encountered me long ago, giving rise to those legends," the divine brain explained.

"Fair enough. You are a formidable being, worthy of both respect and worship. I trust you don't intend to harm me," Mo Fan stated.

"What defines harm, and what defines goodwill?" the divine brain challenged.

"You simply follow your nature... Wait, does that mean there is a divine heart buried somewhere in this world too?" Mo Fan suddenly mused.

The divine brain fell into an abrupt silence.

Mo Fan felt his intuition was correct.

The world’s divine eye, brain, and heart...

The power contained within the world’s divine eye far surpassed the Forbidden Curse, exceeding the very boundaries of human magic.

"I have a request. Since you are a brain, can you communicate with the Eyes of Tide and the Eye of the Ocean? Can you persuade them to stop following the Cold Moon Evil Eye? They are aiding a tyrant and devastating my homeland," Mo Fan requested.

"What defines goodwill, and what defines harm?" the divine brain repeated.

"Well..." Mo Fan rubbed his head.

It appeared the divine brain had no interest in picking sides.

To such a being, there was no difference between a human and a piece of kelp.

"The universe does not revolve around our presence, nor does it end with our passing. Only humans hunt for a deeper meaning. The sun and moon are indifferent to the passage of time," the divine brain remarked.

It was both impressive and detached.

Mo Fan was left without a response.

He realized that, like the six divine eyes, the divine brain was an eternal fixture. They would endure as long as the magical world existed.

He might be able to draw upon their power, but true mastery over them was an impossibility.

"Let’s try this instead. We can be friends. If there's anything you need, just tell me," Mo Fan said, shifting his tactics. He decided to abandon the abstract philosophy.

Before the divine brain could reply, Mo Fan retrieved the Sacred Spring from his Space Bracelet, which he had found deep in the Sahara. "You may not require water, but this Sacred Spring should serve as a fine gift. Please accept it as a token of our meeting," he added.

The divine brain clearly struggled to comprehend human social customs.

That didn't deter Mo Fan.

As the pure Sacred Spring washed over the massive brain, its neural branches unfurled and began to sway, mimicking an ancient dance.

A wave of joy permeated the air, accompanied by soft "laughter" as the branches brushed against one another. It wasn't the cynical mocking from earlier, but a melodic hum that sounded like a beautiful song.

"How does that feel?" Mo Fan asked.

"Very pleasant."

"You know, human joy is quite simple. Spending time with those we like and talking with friends makes us happy. It’s like cool water soothing parched roots," Mo Fan explained.

"Understood," the divine brain replied.

"What do you mean by 'understood'?" Mo Fan asked.

"You asked to be friends. My answer is yes. Your offering has pleased me," the divine brain clarified.

"Haha. You haven't even tasted our wine yet. I'll bring some next time. It’ll make you feel like you're on top of the world." Mo Fan laughed.

"This is for you," the divine brain said.

A spore resembling a sapodilla rose from the water and drifted toward Mo Fan.

Mo Fan caught the strange spore and examined it.

People often joked about "growing a brain" when they were being slow. Could this spore actually sprout into a brain if planted?

Honestly, the concept of harvesting a brain from the dirt seemed ridiculous.

Mo Fan wasn't sure of its purpose, but he felt it was better not to ask.

After all, the divine brain felt far more enigmatic to Mo Fan than the Eye of Spacetime.

The Eye of Spacetime didn't talk or possess complex thoughts. Mo Fan asked for power, it consented, and the transaction was finished.

In contrast, this divine brain had a mind of its own. If Mo Fan accidentally provoked it, the fallout would be disastrous. After all, the sandstorm spirits that had hunted him had been turned into fertilizer for its roots.

"Anyway, I have other matters to attend to. Can I come back and visit you later?" Mo Fan decided it was time to depart. He didn't expect to fully wrap his head around something as complicated as a giant brain.

To be fair, Mo Fan often didn't even understand what was happening inside his own skull.

"You may," the divine brain agreed.

Mo Fan let out a breath of relief.

He was glad the entity wasn't forcing him to stay. As he turned to leave, the "happy" vegetation moved aside.

Mo Fan began his ascent toward the canopy.

The massive trees that had obscured the sky parted, forming the shape of a magical well. Above the well shone the desert sun, while the vast divine brain lay below.

As Mo Fan moved away from the Divine Wood Well, he couldn't resist one last look back.

For some reason, he felt as though another version of himself resided down there.

Conversing with the divine brain felt like looking into a magic mirror and speaking to himself across different eras—a dialogue between his younger and older selves.

Was the brain truly its natural form?

Or was it merely presenting an image that Mo Fan’s mind could process?

"This world is full of insane things."

Mo Fan realized that no matter how high his Cultivation reached, the world would always hold mysteries. They were like the sun and moon—eternal fixtures that remained whether human magic flourished or failed. They could be observed and felt, but they could never be truly claimed.