The Elemental Morning Song is not merely a natural spectacle of heavenly beauty but the most profound dialogue between this ancient land and its cultivators.
As the four elements harmoniously resonate through the dragon bone network, the entire Sand Sea School transforms into a massive resonator, with every living creature as a note leaping within it.
Ron tentatively urges his magic power within, immediately sensing a wondrous transformation.
Guided by the rhythm of the Morning Song, the magic power begins to flow with a certain spirituality, following a specific cadence.
Whenever the melody rises, the density of the magic power naturally compresses;
As the notes descend, the energy unfurls like tides.
This rhythmic sensation of expanding and contracting enhances the efficiency of magic power compression by roughly five percent.
Although the extent isn’t large, this enhancement is continuous, subtly permeating into every detail of cultivation like silent rain.
Surveying the other wizards of the Sand Sea School, Ron truly understood what it meant to merge with nature.
Researchers conducting morning meditation on the terrace, with their breathing rhythms perfectly synchronized with the Elemental Morning Song, each breath leading to subtle changes in the surrounding elements.
Technicians manipulating alchemy devices in the laboratory, their movements elegant and fluid like conductors.
Even the apprentices responsible for daily maintenance, their gestures while cleaning the rune array subtly matched the melody of the Morning Song.
Every movement flowed with an indescribable harmonious beauty.
"Wizards who cultivate long-term in such an environment generally have magic purity that’s two to three shades higher than in other regions."
Magnus noticed Ron’s amazement, with a touch of pride in his voice:
"Of course, we must exclude those privileged folks from the Central Lands.
The magic concentration on the Floating City is so high that we are indeed ashamed."
"But in terms of the harmony of the cultivation environment, the Quicksand Lands are indeed unparalleled."
The old man’s fingers gently caressed a peculiar pot of succulent plants on the windowsill.
The leaves of the plant were arranged in a spiral, covered with dense silver fuzz:
"In the Central Lands, wizards have to wrestle with raging floods of magic power, relying on steel-like will to forcibly harness the power."
"But here, what we learn is to adhere to the rhythm of nature, becoming part of the earth’s symphony."
The plant seemed to feel the affinity of Magnus’s magic power.
The leaves began to emit a faint silver glow, echoing the Elemental Morning Song outside the window.
"Neither cultivation concept is superior, but the latter is... more enduring."
......
As the Elemental Morning Song gradually faded like a receding tide, returning to tranquility, a gentle and rhythmic knocking sounded at the door.
Three long and two short beats that neither interrupted contemplation nor went unnoticed.
"Please come in."
Snake Woman Sarah pushed the door open, carrying a beautifully crafted silver tray in her hands.
On the tray lay a specialty breakfast from the Quicksand Lands:
Several sand honey fruits as translucent as amber, each the size of an egg, exuding a subtle honey sweetness and mysterious magic vibrations;
A cup of emerald green morning dew wine, with fine beads of water condensing on the cup wall, as if freshly gathered from the morning mist.
And a few scales cakes toasted to perfection, their surface appearing light gold, emitting a unique aroma.
"Master, this is the breakfast prepared for you."
As Sarah arranged the cutlery, the silver bell at her waist emitted a gentle chime.
"Sarah, yesterday your observations of the various factions were very insightful."
Ron tasted the sand honey fruit and tentatively spoke:
"Can you analyze if there’s anything special about this morning’s elemental changes?"
He recalled the flash of peculiarity in Sarah’s eyes last night, fueling his desire to explore.
Sarah’s movements paused slightly, her emerald eyes showing vigilance, but quickly returned to calm:
"You flatter me, master. I’ve just lived here long enough to be sensitive to some... surface phenomena."
Her gaze subtly swept past the window, her words becoming more cautious:
"However, if you truly wish to know, there are indeed some unusual aspects today."
"Such as?" Ron continued to guide the conversation.
"The greenery in the northwest direction seems somewhat... restrained today."
Sarah chose a relatively safe topic:
"The vitality over there is more withdrawn than usual, as if flowers shrinking their petals upon sensing danger."
She pointed to a patch of deep green glow slowly undulating outside the window.
Those glows were indeed much duller than what was seen last night:
"From experience, this phenomenon usually means... the mood of the master over there isn’t very pleasant."
"And the northeast direction?" Ron deliberately asked about the Burning Scale Clan’s direction.
Upon mentioning this direction, Sarah’s expression became complex.
She forced composure, but Ron still caught that persistent fire of resentment deep in her eyes:
"Over there... is as flamboyant as always." Her voice turned somewhat stiff:
"Flames soaring, heat waves rolling, likely conducting some large-scale activity."
At this point, she clearly didn’t wish to delve further into the topic, instead proceeded to tidy the tableware:
"But these are just my personal observations, perhaps inaccurate, making the master laugh.
Someone like me, a small figure, can only observe the commotion from afar."
However, although Sarah’s words sounded vague, the information revealed therein was substantial.
Her understanding of various powers and the deep emotions concealed in her words far exceeded what an ordinary maid should possess.