Wizard: Starting With Synthesized Gems - Chapter 1032

Chapter 1021 It is impolite not to reciprocate; kill ‘Yi’!

“This power—”

Locke gripped the grafting knife, an ordinary second-ring magical artifact, but within it lay the witch’s spiritual energy, her hidden life force.

A trickle of life force converged, like a mighty river overflowing into a small stream.

In that instant, his magical pressure became incredibly active, even showing signs of increasing. However, this spiritual energy was not his own; he couldn’t absorb it, so his magical pressure couldn’t grow indefinitely. Seeing this,

Ku

Teng Zu looked at Locke strangely.

“Why are you standing there motionless? Augustine, what are you thinking about now?”

He took a step forward, then froze. He hadn’t been able to see the powerful spiritual energy emanating from the grafting knife in Locke’s hand, but he took another step forward, getting closer to Locke. In that instant, he felt the boundless spiritual energy, saw the river-like metallic spiritual energy.

Moreover, this magnitude—

the withered vine ancestor instantly realized something, “What’s going on? How can there be such a massive amount of spiritual energy? It’s like a river, why does it resemble—the Heavenly Cold River?”

At this moment, a golden spiritual energy, resembling the Heavenly Cold River, stretched between the two.

The withered vine ancestor immediately looked at the magical carriage, swallowing hard.

“This—could it be a high-ring witch?”

Such powerful spiritual energy could almost only be possessed by a high-ring breeder; otherwise, how could she possess such a massive amount of life force?

The withered vine ancestor summoned three withered vines, attacking Locke, while Locke wielded the power of Myster in his hand. The power of Myster transformed into an axe, colliding with the vines, which snapped instantly.

These vines fell to the ground, and then, even though they were broken, they crawled across the ground like venomous snakes, attacking Locke’s feet.

The withered vine ancestor chanted an incantation, the spell, imbued with his malevolent magic, echoing throughout the heavens and earth.

The three severed vines were originally plant spirits, their internal cells enhanced by the witch of Golden Crown Mountain. Therefore, even though they were cut down by Locke and fell to the ground, they were at most just zombie vines, and could continue to attack Locke.

Locke wasn’t surprised by the result. He watched the three undead vines writhing on the ground like venomous snakes, rapidly crawling towards him. He looked at the grafting knife in his right hand, then swung it sharply. A golden magical light appeared, and in an instant, all the vines turned to ashes.

Locke looked at the grafting knife in his hand and said, “So powerful.” “

With one strike, all the undead—all vanished.”

“This power—”

Who exactly was that witch in the carriage?

How could she possess such immense power?

Ku Teng Zu shouted to the first-ring necromancers behind him, “Charge! Everyone, charge together! There are over a hundred of you. Even if you combine your permanent defensive fields, you’ll be an impregnable fortress. Charge in together! I refuse to believe that Augustine will be completely unaffected! Anyway, with the Yellow Springs Wheel, you’re not afraid even if you die.”

Those first-ring necromancers, already inside the Tide Grand Wizard Tower’s laboratory, had been killed once by Locke, so they now agreed.

Dozens of first-ring necromancers summoned white ice towers and attacked Locke.

But the next moment, Locke swung his grafting knife, and in an instant, a golden aura swept out. When the aura subsided, all the undead were—dead from that single strike.

Locke looked at the grafting knife in his hand and thought, “If those undead had all rushed at me and formed a battle formation, even I would have found it difficult. But with this grafting knife, a single swing was enough to kill them all, and they vanished without a trace.”

Seeing this, Kufeng Zu picked up a bone that Locke had just severed with trembling hands. The bone exploded in his hand the moment he picked it up.

“Why hasn’t the Yellow Springs Wheel opened?”

“During this period, all the undead who die in this region are forced into the Yellow Springs Wheel

.

” “Why hasn’t the Yellow Springs Wheel opened?”

Kufeng Zu, who claimed to be a twelfth-ring wizard, finally began to feel fear. He had been able to lead the undead to attack Locke in a fit of rage because he was immortal, but now, looking at the unopened Yellow Springs Wheel, he felt both doubt and dread.

The withered vine glared at Locke. “Don’t underestimate me.”

He raised his right hand and punched the ground.

“Old stump wisteria!”

As he pulled his fist from the ground, he chanted a spell, and a locust tree stump appeared, from which a wisteria vine sprouted.

The wisteria vine was filled with a dense aura of death. The

withered vine said to Locke, “No matter what, you still can’t use ultimate magic. If you dare to use that ultimate magic in front of me, I can use my ultimate magic to possess yours. The core of your ultimate magic is botany and breeding, which happens to be the type of ultimate magic I’m best at parasitizing. If it’s the kind of ultimate magic from the Evocation school, I’ll find it harder to invade.”

Locke looked at him strangely.

“What’s so difficult about that? I already broke your spell last time.”

Locke raised his left hand, flipped it, and a pagoda-shaped broccoli appeared in his palm. As Locke chanted a spell, the pagoda-shaped broccoli rose into the air, then continued to grow larger, releasing its gravity and continuously sucking in all the remaining undead on the ground.

The Great Ming Dragon Sparrow on Locke’s back automatically detached from his back, then transformed into a firebird and rushed into the space inside the pagoda-shaped broccoli, using its Vermilion Bird spiritual energy to stabilize the pagoda-shaped broccoli.

This was still the technique of spiritual energy sharing!

However, this time it wasn’t his own spiritual energy interacting with the spiritual energy of a magical plant, but rather the Great Ming Dragon Sparrow interacting with the spiritual energy of the pagoda-shaped broccoli!

The withered vine gritted his teeth, because in this way, if he dared to use his own ultimate magic against Locke’s ultimate magic, Locke’s pagoda-shaped broccoli would absorb his ultimate magic into the pagoda, then burn and destroy it with its Vermilion Bird spiritual energy.

This was a way of sealing off the parasitic ability of his ultimate magic.

Inside the magic carriage, the witch with black and white twin ponytails drew back the curtain. She looked at the pagoda-shaped broccoli in mid-air, a flicker of surprise in her eyes.

“A soul-enchanted plant? Wasn’t that extinct long ago? To see a soul -enchanted plant other than a specimen…

it’s truly rare. It’s just a pity this one isn’t complete.

“

The witch, with her mysterious identity, immediately noticed Locke’s pagoda-shaped broccoli. It was merely a flower head remaining after ten thousand years of decay.

Its original form had long since been destroyed by time.

The witch pondered: “However, this soul-enchanted plant can grow alongside a wizard’s powerful magic, and as it grows, it will develop the same characteristics as that wizard’s powerful magic. This rare plant—this kid is lucky to possess one of his own.”

Even in the past, soul-enchanted plants were never something ordinary wizards could obtain.

At this moment, the remaining undead on the ground were forcibly sucked into the pagoda-shaped broccoli, while the five second-ring wizards, under the attack of the three second-ring Hercules soybeans, were also in grave danger, at risk of being sucked into the pagoda-shaped broccoli at any moment.

Then, the five second-ring liches did something that neither Locke nor the withered vine ancestor had anticipated.

They actually attacked themselves with magic.

The five second-ring liches screamed as they struck their own skulls with the ice magic Lich Claw. After cracking their skulls, the soul fire within them flowed out, igniting them.

At the same time, the Yellow Springs Wheel appeared behind them.

The five liches disappeared into the Yellow Springs Wheel.

Inside the magic carriage, the mysterious witch looked at the Yellow Springs Wheel.

“So this is the ultimate magic, Yellow Springs Wheel.”

“This isn’t second-ring level power.”

The witch lowered her eyes.

“This Yellow Spring Heavenly Wheel seems to conceal some kind of power. If that power were to descend, the entire Tianjiang Riverbank would be destroyed.”

On the other side, Ku Teng Zu, witnessing this scene, cursed angrily.

“Coward!”

“He just left like that!”

“The lich of the White Ice Tower is not worthy of my trust!”

Seeing the situation was dire, Ku Teng Zu turned and ran. Looking back, he saw the pagoda-shaped broccoli still hovering above his head, while Locke followed closely with the Dark Gold Dragon Claw Pineapple. The old wisteria vine that Ku Teng Zu had summoned on the ground earlier swung its wisteria from its locust tree stump, striking at Locke like a python.

Locke swung his grafting knife in return, and in an instant, as golden light fell, the old wisteria vine vanished.

Locke, watching the withered vine ancestor flee rapidly in a certain direction, shouted, “Don’t run!”

“Good riddance.”

Locke glanced back at the witch sitting leisurely in the magic carriage. “If I kill all these undead immediately, wouldn’t this Spirit Experience Card in my hand be immediately taken back? I was originally racking my brains about how to intercept the Spirit on this grafting knife, but the undead’s escape gave me an opportunity.”

Locke said to the witch and driver in the magic carriage, “Wait here for a while, I’m going to kill that undead.”

“That undead has a grudge against my Golden Crown Mountain, having corrupted many of my Golden Crown Mountain wizards. I must completely destroy him,”

the mysterious witch in the magic carriage whispered. “Little rascal.”

Locke chased after him, and the two stopped in a forest. In the middle of the forest stood a towering ancient tree burning with white flames.

The entire ancient tree seemed to be a sacrifice to the flames, now raging fiercely.

The Withered Vine Ancestor appeared quite disheveled, having exchanged magical blows with Locke hundreds of times during his escape. He was riddled with injuries, and if it weren’t for the special nature of plant undead, which allowed them to regenerate broken branches, he would have been dead

.

Even so, the Withered Vine Ancestor still had to constantly discard the parts of his body that Locke had attacked with his grafting knife. Once struck by that spiritual energy, his body and vines would be filled with it and become unusable.

Therefore, the Withered Vine Ancestor was shrinking, now only the height of a child.

A hallucination appeared before his eyes, as if the Dragon Lich was mocking him.

“I told you long ago, you cannot escape me.”

Withered Vine Ancestor, come back, just as you did sixty thousand years ago, as you did in your previous life, take form, embrace me. The

Withered Vine Ancestor waved his vines unwillingly, trying to dispel the hallucination. We are all forms of the Lich God, why should I serve you, be subservient to you? “Dragon Lich, both you and I have the potential to become the next Lich God, it just so happens that you are slightly stronger than me. That’s why you were chosen by the Lich God and the [Death Selection Council].”

But as long as I—as long as I become stronger than you, stronger than anyone else, stronger than the wizard chasing me, then I can become the Lich God. I can become the Lord of Rules.”

Withered Vine Ancestor punched the ground in frustration. When he removed his fist, an old locust tree stump had grown from the ground, with a wisteria vine stuck in it.

The illusion of the Dragon Lich chuckled before him, utterly ridiculous.

“My form, our form, always loves to split and rebel against its master. Yet it has nothing of its own, Ancestor of the Withered Vine. This is your last chance. Return to me, and I will become the next Lich God. Right here on this land, the moment I obtain the highest regional grant and ascend the Moon Throne of the March Council, my magic will pollute the entire Frost River. That will be the moment of my descent.”

“To welcome this great and glorious moment, you must return.”

“I will descend the second time I set foot on the land of the March Council.”

Ancestor of the Withered Vine roared. The old wisteria vine wasn’t used to attack Locke, but to attack the illusion before him. The old wisteria vine possessed its own mystical meaning, and he hadn’t brought many with him on this trip. The old wisteria vine possessed the mystical meaning of “death in illusion,” which could create illusions to attack others, kill someone within the illusion, and mentally guide them to death. Of course, with this mystical meaning, he could also use it to attack beings within illusions, namely the illusion of the dragon lich that shrouded his mind before him.

The dragon lich’s laughing face vanished in mid-air.

At that moment, the withered vine ancestor finally reached the tree burning with pale flames, the firelight reflecting off his face.

Simultaneously, he heard footsteps, the footsteps of death itself, about to bring him a long-awaited deathly slumber.

As Locke’s footsteps drew closer, the old wisteria stump spontaneously combusted, ignited by the spiritual energy emanating from the grafting knife in Locke’s hand.

Although the old wisteria stump was a living magical plant, its necromantic aura was far too intense.

Locke looked at him and said, “How ironic, a necromancer who uses undead magical plants is actually fighting me with living magical plants. Why not use this living old wisteria stump instead of your withered vine? Oh, by the way, my command to the pagoda broccoli was to absorb all the undead below.”

“So you can’t use necromancy, you dare not summon the undead in front of me.” Locke   frowned,

looking at the white flames burning before the withered vine ancestor.   The withered vine ancestor glanced back at Locke, then looked at the trees engulfed in white flames. He finally made up his mind. He knelt down before the flames, plucked a finger from his own body, and threw it into the fire. Instantly, the flames surged.   The withered vine ancestor raised his hands, chanting ancient sacrificial incantations, repeatedly bowing before the flames.   As the ritual began, time seemed to stand still. When the grand ceremony commenced, all things ceased their struggle, and Locke could not move forward.   Locke saw the firewood burning, wisps of blue smoke rising, which then transformed into a passage. Behind this passage seemed to lie some terrifying being—a colossal creature. It pressed its eyes against the passage, greedily and ferociously peering outwards, its eyes like the sun embedded in the sky.   The withered vine ancestor continued chanting prayers.   He then stood up, mechanically taking three steps to the left, then three steps to the right, repeating this cycle three times.   The eyes behind the passage looked at it, seemingly very satisfied with its offering.   Seeing this, Locke was inexplicably struck by the phrase “Nine Offerings”—”The Nine Offerings”!   The eyes in the passage seemed to transform into a dark sun, which then merged with the withered vine ancestor. Countless vines sprouted from the earth beneath the ancestor’s feet, forming a throne. The withered vine ancestor then reclined lazily on the throne, looking down at Locke.   Locke narrowed his eyes. A voice echoed in his mind again—”Nine Offerings, mortals voluntarily offer gifts, becoming the ritual.”   This is the ritual of “transformation.”   The withered vine ancestor had actually used the sacrificial magic of the Tower of the Black Sun!   The withered vine ancestor said, “Fortunately, the Bear Skeleton King left behind the fire needed for the grand ceremony, and fortunately, I possess the [Nine Offerings].”   ”Locke Augustine, I’ll kill you!”   At this moment, Locke realized he could finally move forward. He raised his hand, wanting to swing the grafting knife, but the next moment he suddenly realized that if he swung the knife, he wouldn’t be hitting the withered vine ancestor, but himself.   ”This is—an illusion?”   Locke’s superhuman intuition frantically warned him.   He now possessed unparalleled illusionary abilities; he had no idea who he would actually hit. ”   So he wanted me to use that witch’s grafting knife to hit myself—   ” “This illusion—”   Is this the power of the Ritual? Back then, the Demon Dragon Wizard wanted me to become this kind of thing.   Locke looked at the withered vine ancestor, who sat lazily on the vine throne. This man, whose entire body was wrapped in withered vines, wore a vine crown on his head.   He sat reclining on the throne, unable to move, unable to leave; this was the price of becoming the [Ritual].   He could only use illusions to interfere with the outside world.   And that powerful illusion was something Locke couldn’t break free from, nor could he swing the grafting knife in his hand.   Locke took a half-step back.   ”No. I’ve tried many methods, but I can’t break Yi’s illusion. If I swing the grafting knife now, I’ll definitely hit myself. This grafting knife the witch gave me has actually become a disadvantage.”   ”I—”   The next moment, Locke felt a cool sensation on his neck.   It was his own blood.   Damn it.   Locke instantly realized that Yi’s illusionary abilities were beyond his imagination. In his perception, he had only moved his right foot and taken a half-step back, but in reality, he seemed to have swung the grafting knife and slashed at his own neck.   If he had only taken a step back, he would already be headless.   Yi on the vine throne didn’t move her mouth, but her low, mocking laughter reached Locke’s ears like a whisper.   ”Lock Augustine, if you make even the slightest move now, you will die. I have death at your throat.”   ”You forced me to become the Ritualist, so you will pay the price. Death is before you; you cannot escape it.”   ”I am the Star Ring Wizard, and after the Nine Offerings, I will be the Ritualist. Locke Augustine, the Ritualist possesses the highest status in the world; all those around me must submit to me.”

“And now, all I want is for you to die!”

Despite the furious voice, the enormous corpse seated on the vine throne remained languidly reclining, seemingly serene and unchanging through the ages. A

stench of decay permeated the air.

Locke gritted his teeth. He was indeed in a predicament; he hadn’t expected the Withered Vine Ancestor to possess such power.

For now, he couldn’t make any move.

Otherwise, the Ancestor would seize any opportunity.

Fortunately, he had cleared out the other undead earlier; otherwise, if even one attacked him now, he would be dead.

Should he ask the witch nearby for help?

Would she come to his rescue?

Would she have any reason to?

But if he stayed here, what other tricks did the undead have up their sleeves in this area?

Blood dripped from Locke’s neck, pooling in the crater, and then reflected back to form Locke’s face.

Suddenly, the face transformed into the six-headed dragon wizard from before.

The Withered Vine Ancestor’s laughter still echoed in his ears.

The six-headed dragon wizard said, “Lock Augustine, it is only polite to return the favor. The ritual was originally created by high-ring wizards so that their descendants could learn their magic and receive their protection. But now, since the ritual wants to kill you, it is no longer a ritual. Since you don’t need to submit to it, its illusions should have no effect on you.”

“Star-ring wizards are easily deceived by illusions.”

“Lock Augustine, use this golden sword of Alfonso to cut through this illusion. The grand rituals of the Tower of the Black Sun are not performed this way.”

Locke looked at his left hand, where a golden sword appeared, its entire surface glowing red.

Locke hesitated, because theoretically, he absolutely could not make any movement, and was this six-headed dragon an illusion?

No, the sword’s temperature, its presence, its power—this was not an illusion.

Locke’s eyes hardened. Amidst the laughter of the Withered Vine Ancestor, he swung the golden sword in his left hand. As the sword slashed downwards, the illusion shattered completely, splitting in two. The

Withered Vine Ancestor’s voice, filled with panic, reached Locke’s ears. “

What happened? I’ve become a ritualist, paid such a high price, why haven’t you submitted to me?”

The next moment, Locke swung the grafting knife in his hand, and a burst of spiritual energy fell, shattering the Withered Vine Ancestor and his throne.

At the same time, Locke planted all the remaining twenty-one second-ring Sea Gold Sand plants from his ring into the illusion. Utilizing this massive amount of spiritual energy, he used the Moon Cultivation Method to infuse this vast amount of spiritual energy into these magical plants.

He intended to cultivate Sea Gold Sand plants capable of obtaining this special spiritual energy.

He would use the Synthetic Cube to see if he could obtain even a trace of this spiritual energy!

He didn’t need to obtain such a massive amount of this spiritual energy, but simply obtaining magical plants that could fish out a small amount of it would be a victory.

This immense spiritual energy was more than enough for him to use the Moon Cultivation Method on twenty-one ordinary second-ring magical plants.

At the edge of the forest, the wizard Ramses stood on high ground, looking down at Locke’s position. He had witnessed Locke cleave the Withered Vine Ancestor in two with a single blow, causing both the Withered Vine Ancestor and Yi to be instantly destroyed.

“Impressive, was that his own power?”

“Meow~”

The cat on his shoulder seemed to have just woken up, opening its eyes and letting out a meow.

Ramses said solemnly, “Judging from his appearance, he should also be a wizard from out of town, and his goal should be the highest regional fund. In that case, he’s a competitor. But this competitor is terrifyingly strong.”

The wizard Ramses recalled Locke’s strike just now, that immense spiritual energy, which he still couldn’t understand. How could Locke, a wizard with a magic pressure of less than 21,000, be able to unleash such powerful spiritual energy magic?

“Even I, without my last trump card, am no match for that monster. That spiritual energy is terrifyingly strong.”

The wizard Ramses stroked the head of the soft, white cat on his shoulder, then whispered, “Keep your voice down, lest such a powerful figure hear you. To avoid causing him any misunderstanding, I’d better leave from the other side.”

Ramses saw a message in a bottle at his feet. He picked it up and saw that it belonged to the wizard from the Black Earth. After meeting that wizard from the Black Earth Wizarding Land, they considered each other formidable rivals and often compared themselves, frequently communicating through messages in bottles.

He picked up the bottle, took out the letter inside, read it, and shook his head, saying, “This gentleman actually thinks I might be his strongest opponent in this competition, and is testing my thoughts here, wanting to see how I view those wizards deciding on the ownership of the second round of funds ahead of schedule.” “

No. I can’t just be afraid.”

He thought for a moment, then took out a piece of magical paper and quickly wrote on it with his finger: “Dear Sir, today I witnessed a sight I will never forget—a being so powerful was destroyed by magic.

This person is our formidable enemy. I don’t know his name, nor dare I ask; he is truly ruthless, and I don’t know his nature. Therefore, I will describe his appearance and characteristics to you here—”

The wizard Ramses stuffed the note into the bottle, then threw it into the distance.

The wizard Ramses recalled again the spiritual energy Locke had just used, a wary glint in his eyes.

“No, I’m no match for him. That kind of magic is beyond my capabilities. It’s like he’s a high-ring wizard. This wizard’s strength is simply too great; from this, I can infer that his academic level must be exceptional.”

The wizard Ramses’s eyes were grave.

“If he’s this strong, does that mean there are other contestants at this level? Then, for me, the best option is to find a way to prolong this match. Time is on my side, in my favor.”

This was the absolute confidence of a wizarding genius.

Time was on his side.

Ramses quietly left.

Meanwhile, after the spiritual energy gradually subsided, Locke was drenched in sweat. First, the special spiritual energy on the grafting knife had been completely exhausted, and floating before him were 21 second-ring sea gold plants that had mutated in different directions.

Because he had used the Moon Cultivation Method so many times at once

, Locke’s magical pressure and spiritual awareness were exhausted. Even with the Forest Sanctuary restoring his magical pressure, the problem was that even the Forest Sanctuary’s magical pressure had been significantly depleted.

To prevent the forest sanctuary from being depleted, Locke could only slowly recover.

He rested for ten minutes, regaining some magic power, then stood up. He looked at the withered vine ancestor, now a pile of fragments, knowing it was truly finished this time.

“These unknown black wizards are far more bizarre than those in other wizarding lands. I never expected they would obtain the ritual magic of the Tower of the Black Sun.”

Locke looked at the pool of blood at his feet, where the image of the six-headed dragon was no longer visible.

The golden sword in his left hand was burning red-hot. After killing the withered vine ancestor, Locke was surprised to find that the spell model of Alfonso’s golden sword had changed and become more complex, seemingly some kind of evolution or derivation.

“Can this golden magic evolve by killing undead? No, I killed that undead in the key laboratory before, and it didn’t seem to change much.”

“In other words, it has to be a specific undead that’s killed. Could it be that the withered vine ancestor is one of the chosen vessels for the descent of the lich god this time?”

“Forget it, I’ll think about it later.”

Locke pondered, “If I kill the withered vine ancestor, then there’s only the dragon lich left. The dragon lich has the body of a demonic dragon, and he’s bound to be my enemy. It’s a pity he’s not the one who’s coming to kill me this time. It’s a rare opportunity. If he were to come and kill me this time, with the help of that mysterious witch, I might be able to kill him too.”

Locke looked at the twenty-one sea gold plants beside him. He used his remaining magic pressure to test them one by one. Each sea gold plant continuously released spores, but unfortunately, Locke didn’t find any possibility that these sea gold plants could evolve into anything that could fish for special spiritual energy.

Locke sighed, he had expected this.

Now it’s just a matter of whether he can synthesize them, and he succeeded.

If it didn’t work, he would have to accept reality.

After all, with such a short time, obtaining this special spiritual energy from that mysterious witch was quite troublesome. Getting another magical artifact containing this spiritual energy from her would be a different story.

Locke recovered somewhat and examined the withered vine, finding it had little wealth, only scattered seeds in the area where it had died.

These were likely seeds from the old wisteria vine he had previously encountered.

Locke examined them and found that the seeds had been specially treated; they had died along with their owner.

“As expected of a necromancer, he has absolutely no possessions,”

Locke remarked. “He’s practically penniless.”

Locke found a purple bead in the grass, examined it, but found nothing.

“What could this be?”

He turned and took a few moments to slowly walk back to the carriage.

At the same time, the official wizard driving the magic carriage bowed to Locke, then stood up and tentatively asked, “Respected sir, are we safe now? May we leave?”

Locke nodded.

He returned to the magic carriage, while the witch glanced at Locke, extended her hand towards him, and sneered, “Locke, you brat, give me back my grafting knife. Was my spiritual energy fun?”

Locke, feeling guilty, returned the grafting knife to the witch.

“Hmm, your spiritual energy is very powerful.”

The witch looked down at the grafting knife in her hand, frowning, because there was no spiritual energy left on it.

The witch glanced at Locke, then said, “I know what you want to do. But you can’t.”

“Hmm? What’s that in your hand?”

Locke held up the purple orb in his hand and asked, “My lord, I got this orb from that necromancer.”

The mysterious witch said, “Oh, it’s a teleportation orb. It’s a common spatial item used in wizarding realms. Give it to me, and I’ll appraise it for you.”

Locke readily handed the orb to the witch.

After receiving the teleportation orb, the witch said with a hint of schadenfreude, “This teleportation orb does indeed connect to a wizarding realm, a Star Ring-level wizarding realm called the [Forgotten Mountains]. However, it’s restricted by time and location. And you only have one month to enter, meaning you can only enter within this month.” “

Furthermore, you can only enter along the Tianjiang River. There’s a third restriction: your true body must enter; a wizard’s avatar cannot. If your true body leaves Golden Crown Mountain now and takes a wizard’s airship, I estimate you’ll still make it in time due to the Starfield Sea’s demonic ascension.” “

Here you go.”

Locke’s pupils suddenly contracted. He immediately realized this was a choice.

If he chose to enter this wizarding realm, he wouldn’t be able to escape the mess along the Tianjiang River; if he wanted to escape, he would have to abandon the realm.

He didn’t know if this was intentional or unintentional on the part of the undead.

But it was most likely the former.

The witch sitting opposite him said, “This should be a high-level wizarding realm. I used the spell model of the Generalist school to read its entry requirements and rewards for you, and found that there are more than three types of star ring resources. However, you must pass very strict tests within the realm to obtain these resources.” “

But as long as I can get in, there’s probably a chance, right?”

“After all, you really need star ring resources right now. “

Locke

frowned and accepted the purple orb.

This was a hot potato.

If someone was greedy, they might be stuck with this orb, unable to choose.

The witch said, “Alright, Locke, you’re tired too. You should close your eyes and rest for now. In half a day, we’ll reach the end of the Frost River.”

For the next half day, the carriage remained absolutely silent, and Locke took advantage of this time to close his eyes and meditate, restoring his magical pressure.

Half a day later, the magic carriage stopped. The formal wizard said, “Little Di, you’ve had a long journey.”

“My lords, we’ve arrived. This is the end of the Frost River, the place where the March Palace is located.”

Locke stepped down from the carriage and found that it was still a forest, but in front of him was a great river, and on the surface of the river was a huge waterfall, incredibly high, as if it were an insurmountable chasm.

That must be the end of the Frost River in the Wizarding Lands along the Frost River—the [Frost River Cliff Waterfall].

The Frost River Cliff was like a huge high wall, separating the Frost River Bank from the adjacent Wizarding Lands, turning it into an insurmountable chasm.

At this moment, Locke heard the sound of hooves. Turning around, he saw another magic carriage speeding towards him. The Flame Spirit Horse stopped ten meters in front of him, and a witch stepped down from the magic carriage. It was none other than the witch Rose!

Soon, another witch, who looked to be about thirty years old, stepped down from the magic carriage. She had short red hair and a cold expression.

This witch frowned upon seeing the witch with black and white ponytails beside Locke.

“Anna, what are you up to?”

“Why deliberately orchestrate this situation?”

Anna looked at the mature witch with short red hair beside Rose and said, “I orchestrated this situation?

You clearly got into Rose’s carriage first, so I had to get into your student’s. Don’t try to shift the blame; you’ve always been like this.”

Ekaterina’s clone calmly replied, “No, in my understanding, you got into Locke’s carriage first, not me.”

The two glared at each other.

The Rose Witch’s clone suddenly said, “Alright, let’s leave it at that. Using [Incarnation] magic is inherently unstable. Besides, neither you nor I are using our original personalities.”

She looked at Locke and said, “Locke, I enjoyed spending this day with you.”

“It’s just that your foundation is too weak. I suggest you read the following books—have you memorized them all?”

Rose Witch’s eyes twitched at this sight.

Locke bowed to the Rose Witch and said, “Your Majesty, you really should have revealed your identity to me sooner. I apologize for my previous rudeness. Ignorance is no excuse, after all. Thank you for the book list you recommended; I will read them all.”