Water Mage in the Flame Realm-Chapter 401 - 387: So It Was "Sky

That’s right, water is restrained by the Earth Attribute of the Earth Fire Professional.

But the "Sky" that is derived from Water and Fire United can perfectly restrain the "Earth"!

Water alone is indeed insufficient to completely counter the "Earth Fire" attribute.

The Celestial Water derived from the Sky Attribute of Water and Fire United is the absolute nemesis of Earth Fire!

"So you are right, I did inherit Lady Li’s legacy, yet for such a long time, I still haven’t been able to fully understand the essence of her power," Andrew murmured.

When the old man said this about him earlier, Andrew was somewhat unconvinced, but now he realized that the old man was absolutely correct.

The old man smiled and said, "You don’t need to be discouraged. Even Li herself probably only fully grasped these truths in the final moments of her life. What you inherited is not what she ultimately realized. Those things weren’t passed on to anyone, they were infused entirely into this Water God Realm along with her life."

After the Water God Realm took shape, on one hand, it became a sanctuary for our people, and on the other hand, it became a formidable weapon against Lidzmat!

Andrew’s expression changed, and he couldn’t help but look down again at the black heavy sword in his hand.

The old man said, "The Water God Realm suppresses the ’Thebes Volcano’ over in the Flame Realm, which is where Lidzmat slumbered after being heavily wounded by Li. This black heavy sword is nothing more than a natural manifestation of the suppressive intent of the Water God Realm resonating in your hand."

Andrew nodded, finally understanding where the sense of "overwhelming" power from wielding the heavy sword against his foes not long ago came from.

It turns out this heavy sword is essentially a projection, a shadow, of the Water God Realm. Similar to the dragon shadow formed behind the First Saintess Capella by Lidzmat’s power, only stronger!

Using this heavy sword against enemies is akin to oppressing them with the Power of the World, it’s no wonder it feels overwhelming.

As for why this heavy sword is jet black—

"The water element derived from the Sky Attribute after Water and Fire United is sky blue. Pure Water Element Power is actually colorless," the old man said, "But Water Element Attribute, when combined with physical strength, presents as black. My whale body in this lifetime has gradually turned jet black with cultivation, and the children living in the Water God Realm have skin that’s more or less tinged black, with Magic Patterns appearing on the surface when they use their powers, also due to the combination of water element and physical strength."

Andrew acknowledged, finding himself silent and refraining from asking further questions.

The old man also said no more.

Everything that needed to be said had been said.

About Lidzmat.

About Heart Fire Reincarnation.

About what the Water God finally comprehended—encapsulating flame with water, deriving the sky, and thus creating the world.

To utilize this information for a leap in personal power breakthrough, Andrew would have to rely on himself; no one else could help.

"True geniuses have cultivation speeds that defy logic, advancing not linearly but in leaps; Xu was like this, and so was Li."

The old man watched the introspective Andrew, thinking, "This kid’s ability to comprehend and his genius level is naturally not as high as Li and Xu, but I’ve clearly stated the truths Li realized. Hopefully, he’ll comprehend after being guided, and then breakthrough. Surely, he can manage, right? If he can’t even do this... uh, he couldn’t possibly fail, could he, judging by how he furrows his brow in thought..."

Andrew sat down cross-legged, still contemplating, showing no signs of a breakthrough.

The old man’s expression changed slightly.

This world—a small realm of the old man’s inner world—began to tremble noticeably, no longer reflecting the previous clear and serene landscape.

The tremors grew stronger, as if the small realm was undergoing some external impacts.

The impacts became more frequent, each becoming more violent.

Until a certain moment, with a deafening sound, a black crack was forcibly torn open in the sky of the small realm.

Then a man’s voice—mild but firm—came through the shocking black crack: "Li, come out. I know you’re there. You fought with my forefathers and ancestors, yet now you hide yourself, letting your minions face me?"

It was Ar’s voice!

The old man snorted but didn’t respond, simply raising his overly thin hand to press against the black crack in the sky, smoothing it out.

Ar’s voice was then silenced outside.

Yet the sensation of tremors from violent impacts soon became more frequent and intense!

"Seems like I can’t wait any longer," the old man frowned, sighed lightly, and murmured, "If I don’t personally go out, the children surely can’t hold out, they can’t keep buying time remaining."

This small realm is the old man’s inner world, and his form here isn’t his actual physical body, but rather a condensed Soul Will.

At this moment, the old man’s soul incarnation began to fade away.

He knew he must personally confront this generation’s Ar, who was also the strongest among the generations.

The old man often found himself somewhat at a disadvantage against Ar across generations.

Yet, he managed to outlive countless generations of Ar by relying on his advantage of longevity and resilience.

But facing this generation’s Ar, the old man genuinely wasn’t sure he could endure this time.

His realm of understanding was extremely high, essentially the pinnacle of the Realm of Magic. Even President Beiru couldn’t match him.

But he was really too old, too old.

If it truly came to a fight, the combat power he could exert might be less than his own self a thousand years ago.

But regardless, a fight must be had; what must be faced is unavoidable.

"Then let’s fight. Perhaps after countless generations of entanglement, a result of victory or defeat, life or death, will finally be determined in this generation, today. I might not really lose! What if I somehow win, hm..."

As he thought this, the old man turned back for one last look at Andrew sitting cross-legged on the ocean surface, beneath the sky.

Andrew no longer furrowed his brow pondering issues.

Instead, Andrew had closed his eyes at some point, sitting quietly.

Small waves began to rise on the ocean surface due to Ar’s impacts, growing larger.

Andrew’s body swayed with the waves, and beneath the calm exterior, a power was rapidly consolidating.

As if about to become a butterfly breaking free from its cocoon.