The Bird Snake is a fantastic beast with wings and two legs, possessing the body of a snake, covered in feathers, and can grow up to fifteen feet long. It is considered a rather precious creature in today's Wizarding World.
The Bird Snake's ability to transform to varying sizes allows it to adapt to different environments, which is also why they are so treasured. Their skin is the best alchemy material for casting the Traceless Stretching Charm.
"It's a pity that Bird Snakes don't seem to enter the Misty Illusion Realm after they die, otherwise, I wouldn't be worried about not having any Bird Snake skin to use." Ian put away the heavy money bag and stood up. He didn't know where the end of this desert was, but since he was here, he might as well explore this area.
Perhaps he might even find the reason he was guided here.
"I shouldn't encounter any dreadful spirits since this place looks like somewhere even ghosts wouldn't want to live." Ian took out a magic wand and gave it a slight wave.
And then.
Countless grains of sand on the ground began to churn up, gathering in front of him to form the shape of an off-road vehicle, the outline seemingly about to perfect into a real off-road car.
"Whoosh~"
Yet, just as it was about to take shape, it collapsed with a crash, and even the color that had begun to transform quickly faded, all the black sand fell back to the ground, returning to its original form.
"Was it the connection between the grains of sand... I knew this thing was interesting!" Ian was caught off guard by his failed Transformation Technique.
However, he did realize the reason for the failure of the transformation. If his money bag really couldn't hold any more, Ian would've stuffed more black sand in, no matter what.
"Luckily, I'm a hexagonal warrior and can do a bit of everything." Ian was neither discouraged nor disappointed. After the failure of the Transformation Technique, he took out his Magic Cloak that had a completion degree of ninety-nine percent.
"Whoosh~"
With a gentle drape over his back, Ian fastened the cloak's clasp in front, and the next moment, he shot through the dark sky like an arrow.
"Slow down! Slow down!"
"Fly lower! Fly forward!"
"Damn it! Didn't I tell you to glide! You know what's cool about flying at an angle? I didn't program you with any cheesy special effects, damn it!"
"Wow! Pah, pah, pah! Just because I cursed you a bit, you throw me into the sand?"
...
Ian's body swayed up and down in mid-air, moving left and right, even getting shoved headfirst into the sand multiple times, appearing to fly erratically and crookedly.
Of course.
He did actually advance quite a considerable distance, even slightly faster than some lagging Flying Brooms, though the Magic Cloak was only ninety-nine percent complete.
"I shouldn't have thought about giving you independent thought!"
The unfinished part was, of course, concerning the "Wizard AI" training. Ian regretted it tremendously now, but unfortunately, there was no antidote for regret. He could only do his best to appease the not-so-intelligent Flying Cloak.
"Is this considered a magical version of appeasing the machine soul?" Ian felt a sense of achievement once he managed to fly normally again. The mood shifts of a Little Wizard can sometimes be this quick.
He looked down upon the earth from the sky, the blackness stretching endlessly, deep and serene. He flew for quite a while along the way, yet saw no spirit, plant, or animal.
There weren't even ruins of any building, as if no spirit had ever stepped onto this region. It was primeval, untouched by the traces of other souls' invasion.
As everyone knows.
When a soul chooses a place to dwell, its cognition alters the place it selects, but the desert Ian resides in now really shows no signs of change.
It seems as if it's always been this way.
Since the dawn of time.
"There can't possibly be something ghostly that likes this monotonous living area, right... Even the God of Death wouldn't be this boring?" Ian pondered why he was guided here.
It couldn't be that the God of Death resides here, and has already discovered him, an illegal immigrant? Yet, even if that's the case, the God of Death should've come out to punish Ian by now.
"My Illusion Realm 'Experience Card' time is passing normally, more than the time I could stay here before." Ian's inner clarity assured him there was no need for too much concern.
It's just that.
Teacher Morgan once mentioned, not long after their first meeting, that when magic power reaches its limits, certain changes would occur. However, these changes didn't seem to happen to Ian yet.
"Could it be that on this point, Lady Ravenclaw's view is correct? She said that my magic power must show signs of surpassing the human wizard to bring about such an unknown change." Regarding the conflicting information from Morgan Witch and Lady Ravenclaw, Ian could only rely on his current feelings to make a judgment.
He indeed reached the human limit for magic power, though he'd already embarked on the Path of Legends, and his magic power could still increase. However, he knew he hadn't yet broken through the bottleneck that confines magic power.
"In this case, Teacher Morgan doesn't know everything, doesn't understand everything... At least regarding my situation after reaching the magic power limit, she probably judged wrong?"
Ian wasn't certain about this either.
After all.
The place he's in now, why can't it also be considered a kind of change?