Versatile Mage Chapter 3166 Regain Consciousness

Mo Fan awoke to the gentle glow of dawn and a faint, lingering fragrance permeating the room.

Stretching his limbs, he reached out to pull the woman beside him into an embrace, only to find the bed empty.

Ye Xinxia had already departed for her early morning orisons.

Feeling a pang of loneliness, Mo Fan decided to drift back into slumber. It was far too early to be productive anyway.

He woke up again around midday to a soft tapping on the door. It was likely the attendants arriving with a sumptuous meal.

Once he granted them entry, several apprentices filed in. They arranged an assortment of sliced melons, fresh grapes, grilled Greek smoked meats drizzled in premium olive oil, and various greens that Mo Fan failed to recognize.

"Is this the Goddess's standard diet?" Mo Fan inquired.

He felt the spread was somewhat lackluster. The eateries surrounding Pearl Institute were far superior, offering a diverse range of mouthwatering dishes at reasonable prices.

Ye Xinxia’s lifestyle seemed far too austere. Aside from the high-quality fruit and wine, the food appeared quite bland. He recalled eating the exact same meal during his previous visit.

He made a mental note to dispatch a professional chef here upon his return. Xinxia had been looking quite slender lately; he had even felt the need to hold himself back the previous night out of concern. It pained him to see her lose weight.

"Um, would you mind putting some clothes on before you dine?" requested a young apprentice servant. She appeared to be sixteen or seventeen, possessing a sharp nose and luminous eyes, though her demeanor was noticeably haughty.

She was likely the daughter of an influential family sent here to study etiquette.

Mo Fan had no intention of humoring her arrogance. This was Xinxia's chamber, which by extension made it his. He felt entitled to lounge in his underwear if he so pleased. In his mind, they were lucky to even catch a glimpse of him.

The girl, seemingly obsessed with her own purity and status, grew irritated when Mo Fan dismissed her request. Eventually, she dropped her polite facade and turned to leave.

"Wash these for me." Mo Fan casually tossed the grime-caked garments he had worn in the Sahara Desert toward the departing girl.

Standing by the exit, the girl instinctively caught the dusty pile. her eyes widened like a startled cat in the dark, and her tanned complexion flushed deep red with fury.

"You expect me to do what?" the girl demanded.

"Clean them. If you refuse, don't bother showing your face in the Hall of the Goddess again," Mo Fan stated with finality.

"By what authority—"

"One more word and you're banished from this temple," Mo Fan barked, cutting her off.

The girl ground her teeth in silence while the other servants stood by, hushed. They were well-aware of the rumors regarding the Goddess’s lover and his volatile temper. He was the man who had once brought a bloodbath to the Parthenon Temple.

"Fine! I'll do it!" The girl finally choked down her pride. She clutched the filthy laundry and stormed out.

Mo Fan grinned, feeling quite satisfied.

That was the price she paid for her attitude.

...

Following lunch, Mo Fan took a stroll through the Parthenon Temple grounds. Unsure of when Xinxia would be free, he decided to linger nearby to wait for her.

His wandering eventually led him to a coastal hillside. The slope was blanketed in vibrant purple blossoms that danced in the sea breeze against the backdrop of the sparkling waves.

A decorative stone walkway wound toward a white structure perched at the edge of the hill.

Driven by curiosity, Mo Fan approached the white building to investigate.

Just as his hand reached for the door, a familiar voice called out from behind him.

It was Ye Xinxia. She sounded like a happy bird returning to its sanctuary, her tone light and brimming with joy.

"Mo Fan, did you feel it?" Xinxia asked, walking up to link her arm with his.

"Feel what?" Mo Fan asked, puzzled.

"What lies within," Xinxia said, gesturing toward the building.

"I have no idea what's inside," Mo Fan admitted.

"Perhaps something was drawing you here. It has been a long time since you last visited him," Xinxia noted softly.

"Him? Who is in there?" Mo Fan questioned.

"Go inside and see for yourself."

The door sat slightly ajar, with a knight standing sentinel within.

Upon seeing Ye Xinxia, the knight offered a respectful bow and took his leave.

Mo Fan stepped inside to find a room resembling a chapel. His gaze landed on a crystal sarcophagus, much like the one Izisha had once occupied. It was designed for the indefinite preservation of a body.

As Mo Fan moved closer to the casket, he gasped at the figure resting inside.

It was...

It was Wang Xiaojun, the boy with the Gray Eagle!

He was supposed to be in Song City. How did he end up here?

"I returned to Song Institute to check on him. The Parthenon Temple was unable to rouse him previously, but since we’ve recently achieved breakthroughs in White Magic, I moved him here to attempt a revival," Xinxia explained.

"So, you never forgot," Mo Fan murmured. He felt a wave of emotion as he stared at Wang Xiaojun’s face, which looked exactly as it had years ago.

"I didn't." Xinxia nodded solemnly.

That crisis was a trial they had endured together, and the legend of Wang Xiaojun and his Gray Eagle was famous throughout Song City. Xinxia hoped her current power could finally wake him, bringing peace to the city and the spirit of the fallen Gray Eagle.

"What's the verdict? Is there a chance?" Mo Fan asked.

"His physical state has improved and his vitals are stable, but his consciousness remains fractured. If we can locate a catalyst with immense restorative power for the mind and soul, he might wake," Xinxia clarified.

"Finding such a treasure won't be easy. Does such a thing even exist?" Mo Fan mused, stroking his chin.

"I've scoured ancient scrolls, but I've only found cryptic mentions in old legends. They confirm their existence but offer no description of their form," Xinxia added.

"Wait, you just gave me an idea," Mo Fan exclaimed suddenly.

He reached into his Space Bracelet and retrieved the spore he had recently obtained.

It was a spore from the divine brain. If it could grow a new brain, perhaps it could also mend a shattered consciousness.

Wang Xiaojun had suffered a devastating curse that obliterated his soul. While his body lived, his mind was a barren wasteland.

If this tiny spore were planted within him, could it turn that mental desert into a lush oasis?

"What is that?" Xinxia asked, eyeing the spore. She could sense the unique aura it emitted.

"Let's test it. I have a feeling this might be the key to waking him," Mo Fan said.

Bypassing standard medical procedures, he placed the spore directly onto Wang Xiaojun’s forehead.

Xinxia was momentarily stunned. Even with sacred relics, such a direct application was unheard of!

She took the spore into her own palm, gently infusing it with her power.

Almost immediately, it sprouted shimmering green filaments. Sensing the staggering life force within, Xinxia was awestruck. She quickly pressed her hand against Wang Xiaojun’s brow.

She channeled healing light, spiritual energy, blessings, and the essence of plants to mend his soul, hoping to spark life in his dormant spirit.

A soft radiance filled the room. Mo Fan watched as the soul-energy washed over Wang Xiaojun’s forehead like a refreshing rain. As it permeated his skull, the light made his internal structure appear translucent.

Mo Fan wasn't sure if his eyes were playing tricks on him, but he saw a spiritual flower slowly unfurling inside Wang Xiaojun’s head. Its petals and fibers spread like delicate nerves, filling the void with vitality and beauty.

As one of the filaments reached his eyes, Wang Xiaojun’s eyelids gave a sudden twitch.

Mo Fan watched with bated breath, and his hope was rewarded.

The boy’s eyes slowly fluttered open. Those eyes, sealed for years, were as clear as a mirror. Though initially clouded with confusion, they soon regained their childhood innocence.

"Mo... Fan?" Wang Xiaojun croaked.

Despite the years of slumber, his speech was remarkably coherent. Mo Fan was ecstatic.

"You brat! You’re finally back with us!" Mo Fan shouted, pulling him into a fierce hug.

"Mo Fan... is everyone okay? Is the plague gone? How is the Black Totem Snake? Is Little Gray back yet?" Wang Xiaojun asked immediately.

The barrage of questions left Mo Fan speechless. He didn't know where to start.

To Wang Xiaojun, it felt as though he had only been asleep for a moment.

He had no concept of the years that had passed.

The world had moved on.

Mo Fan struggled to find the words to explain the passage of time.

Noticing his conflict, Xinxia spoke softly, "Xiaojun, you have actually been asleep for a very, very long time."

She proceeded to answer his questions with patience.

Song City was at peace, and the White Magic Falcon disaster was a thing of the past. The villains had been punished, Zhu Meng had redeemed himself, and the Black Totem Snake was thriving. However, regarding the Gray Eagle...

"Look, what we have to tell you is going to be difficult. It's better if I just show you," Mo Fan said after a brief hesitation.

Helping Wang Xiaojun to his feet, Mo Fan invoked his Space Element magic.

Perhaps due to the emotional weight of the moment, his grasp on space was perfect. The teleportation executed flawlessly.

A rift opened, leading directly to a plaza in Song City.

...

Wang Xiaojun stepped through the portal behind Mo Fan.

He was utterly bewildered. He had never witnessed magic capable of crossing such vast distances instantly. Mo Fan’s power had reached a level beyond his imagination.

Upon arriving at the Song City square, Wang Xiaojun stood frozen in shock.

In the center of the bustling plaza stood a statue of a gray eagle. Its wings were spread wide, standing tall under the sun in the heart of the city. There were no guards; instead, it was surrounded by laughing children who climbed on it and played without a care in the world.

As he gazed at the monument of the Gray Eagle, Wang Xiaojun could no longer hold back his tears.

"That's good. Little Gray isn't gone. He lives on in the hearts of everyone in this city."

He wiped his eyes and spoke in a shaky, bittersweet tone, finding his own way to say goodbye.