"Magical power is quite idealistic."
Tao Yu patted the nonexistent dust off himself. He wore a gray robe that seemed unremarkable, yet with his crafted appearance and aura, it lent him an ethereal feel.
He hadn't learned any Transformation Spell, nor did he know the spells or techniques, and he didn't have a magic wand in hand.
Yet, through sheer force, he deciphered a method, casting this wandless, silent spell akin to a Transformation Spell.
However, observing the spiral marks left by the magical storm around him, Tao Yu raised an eyebrow.
"As expected of a world with a Main God level nature—casting wandless, silent spells, even I waste so much leakage."
There was a look of admiration in Tao Yu's eyes, but fortunately, he planned to proceed step by step, brushing up his legendary status. These flaws seemed inconsequential to him.
After all, it's unwise to use things that exceed the norms of this world; his previous methods were aligned with the boundary.
