Wizard: Starting With Synthesized Gems - Chapter 1087

Chapter 1070 The Feathered Serpent Ancestral God’s Joy, Taking the First Step on His Own Path!

Locke pushed open the door to the potion room, and a gust of destructive wind immediately swept out from where he stood.

The witch Bailoulu covered her face with her hands; the lingering wind from the destructive fire made it impossible for her to open her eyes, and even her Permanent Defensive Force Field Shell [Tyrannosaurus Legion Damage Sharing] was activated.

“Mr. Augustine, what is this—”

“This is an orange-quality potion?”

The witch Bailoulu looked at Locke with an expression of admiration.

“Your level of potion-making has actually reached this level.”

Ordinary second-circle potions are called white potions.

Star-ring potions correspond to orange, and moon-ring potions correspond to blue.

Orange potions are already considered to have entered the hall of fame in potion-making; their reputation is enough to resound throughout the Great Void. Countless beings in the endless void seek a bottle of orange potion but cannot obtain it.

The witch Bailoulu chanted a spell, sharing the destructive power she was enduring with her 48 star-ring creatures, sharing the damage with them.

“Mr. Augustine, how are you now?”

Locke nodded. “I’m fine.”

In fact, even if he were to withstand the flames of destruction now, he would be in considerable pain. His permanent defensive force field shell was severely damaged, his body was seriously injured, and his spiritual awareness was exhausted to the limit.

But the Shadow Potion was already finished.

That was a fact.

Locke looked at the witch Bailouluo, who had summoned a pink ferret. The pink ferret perched on her shoulder and licked Locke’s shoulder with its tongue. Locke’s injuries were quickly healed by the magical creature’s saliva, at least preventing them from worsening.

Locke glanced at the ferret; it was clearly some kind of light elemental creature, hence its saliva had special healing properties.

The witch Bailouluo said with even greater admiration, “I never imagined you had such talent in potions. Truly amazing.”

“People like you are the most admirable in my life.”

“Let me get you the potion.”

She took the Double Imprint Potion, then exclaimed, “Ah!” Locke casually handed her the Double Imprint Potion, which passed straight through her palm, slammed into the ground, and disappeared.

The witch Bailou took a half step back. “Mr. Augustine—”

She seemed somewhat startled, thinking she had broken a bottle of orange potion that Locke had painstakingly crafted.

Orange potions were worth more than twice the price of ordinary Star Ring-level resources, at least ten million magic stones per bottle.

Locke said, “Don’t worry, nothing’s wrong.”

“It’s normal. Look at your shadow.”

The witch Bailou turned to look at her shadow behind her, where it held a bottle of Shadow Potion. Her eyes sparkled.

“Wow, truly amazing.”

“As expected of an orange potion.”

Locke said, “The Shadow Potion, if you take it with both hands, it will automatically fall into your shadow. If your shadow takes it with both hands, it will automatically fall into your hands.”

Locke chanted a spell, summoning the potion into his hand. Then he walked behind Bailou and placed a bottle of potion in Bailou’s shadow’s hand.

Immediately afterward, a bottle of Shadow Potion appeared in Bailou’s left hand.

The witch Bailouluo exclaimed in amazement.

“Potion of magic is truly profound and complex.”

“Impressive.”

Locke took the potion from her, opened it, and poured it directly onto Yunmi.

“But you don’t need to help me carry it. I was just demonstrating the special properties of this potion made from the shadow of the Stream Yellow Grass.”

Yunmi completely absorbed the potion.

The reflection of Yunmi transformed into a second Yunmi, and then the two Yunmi merged into one, becoming an even more powerful Yunmi.

Locke put it in a magic box.

“Success.”

Locke opened the magic box and observed the Yunmi. He only roughly sensed its spiritual energy and felt the immense vitality flowing within it. Thus, this Yunmi could be nurtured with the spiritual energy cultivation method.

“There’s just one unexpected situation.”

The Yunmi that originally used the Shadow Potion contained too much abyssal energy, and its shadow was extremely fragile, so it didn’t have much practical value.

Even if it could be imbued with mystical meaning,

the potion Locke created using divine fire as the core ingredient seemed completely different from the effects described by the author of the Shadow Potion.

The cloud rice didn’t create a materialized shadow; rather, the shadow, after materialization, directly merged with the main body.

These are two concepts.

One is the shadow cloud rice attached to ordinary cloud rice.

The other is the shadow cloud rice fusing with the main cloud rice.

Regardless, this resulted in a second-ring magical plant possessing double the original spiritual energy, that is, double the vitality. “

Using this potion—it might even replace the finite replication of my Tree of Prosperity. Using the three-way hybridization cultivation method, this is a mirror replication that can replace the mechanism of my Tree of Prosperity.” “

If I can calmly spend about three years, it should be enough to rebuild the Tree of Prosperity and remove the divine power from it.”

The only problem is time.

Locke pondered, summoning his bronze cauldron. Divine fire burned within, a divine fire with the potential for third-ring power, so it couldn’t be consumed in a single potion-making session.

“The Shadow Potion has undergone such a powerful change, transforming from a mere shadow attachment into a complete fusion of the shadow and the main body, achieving a miraculous effect. Is it because of the divine fire of the Titan King’s juvenile form?”

“With this divine fire, I can continue to refine Shadow Potions.

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Actually, the potion’s name could be changed.”

Locke pondered for a moment and named the potion “Double Body Potion.”

Because after using this potion, a magical plant exhibited two spiritual auras, like two versions of itself superimposed, resembling a double body. The

Double Body Potion can be used on all grass-type magical plants.

And he still had Golden Wheat, a grass-type magical plant, so it seemed he could develop Golden Wheat further in the future.

Locke looked at Bailouluo, who was admiring the grain of cloud rice in his hand, and asked, “Miss Bailouluo, how are Patrick and Bella?”

“I can tell Wizard Probus now that I’ve finished.”

The Witch Bailouluo withdrew her admiring gaze and said to Locke, “Bella is still the same. Patrick is struggling in the laboratory. There are less than six days left. I wonder if he’ll make it. If you go to Wizard Probus now, to his office, Mr. Augustine, they’ll all lose to you.

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“Because I didn’t do anything this time, you will be the winner of this competition.”

“The sole champion.”

The Witch Bailouluo’s eyes sparkled. “So, are we going to Wizard Probus’s office now?”

Locke put away the grain of cloud rice in his hand and said, “No need. Let’s give Patrick a chance to complete his research. I’m not in a rush to win.”

“Consider it my mercy, give him a chance. Otherwise, the blow won’t be enough to crush his evil intentions.”

Locke pondered for a moment. After all, his goal was still to investigate what happened sixty years ago. He could easily defeat Patrick and win the championship now, but that went against his original intention in setting up this competition.

Even if he intentionally let Patrick complete his research, he would still be the winner.

Although Patrick was a good wizard, he was still confident of victory against him, even if he intentionally let him win.

If he really did what the Witch Bailouluo suggested, he would be ruining his own situation.

On the contrary, the Death God Elective Society and the White Frost Witch would be happier with this result.

Because with the end of the competition, the attention here would drop significantly.

The Witch Bailouluo was stunned for a moment.

“Now—hmm? Isn’t Mr. Augustine going to Wizard Probus’s office yet?”

Witch Bailouluo said with a wry smile, “You seem to have it all figured out.”

Locke nodded.

“Bailuluo, keep an eye on Patrick and Witch Bella for me. If either of them finishes their research, let me know. I have a hypothesis, and I want to use the advanced research equipment in the Despair Valley Laboratory to verify it.” Witch

Bailouluo gave a puzzled look.

Because this was a competition!

However, she quickly realized that this laboratory had gathered a lot of resources from Mount Golden Crown, and many of the devices were things even her Maupassant family had never seen.

Taking advantage of the experimental equipment resources here for free—it seemed to make sense to some extent.

Locke turned and left, while Witch Bailouluo rubbed her hair, somewhat exasperated. What was all this about?

She patted the pink ferret on her shoulder and said, “Augustine’s talent and brilliance truly impressed me. It’s been so many years since I’ve seen such a person in the Rainswamp. Perhaps I should venture out sometime; staying here in the Rainswamp has limited my horizons.”

Locke entered the second intact laboratory.

He placed the bronze cauldron in the center of the potion room, then chanted a spell, making it larger.

During his battle with the god, Locke had suddenly had an inspiration.

Meanwhile, the wizard Probus sat on a bench beside Locke, holding a book. “My friend, Locke, you seem to possess a quality I lack.”

Locke paused, then looked at Probus.

“What are you doing here?”

Probus put down his spellbook and smiled at Locke. “Here, I am everywhere.”

Locke asked tentatively.

“Do you know what state you are in right now?”

Probus picked up his spellbook again.

“My friend, you and Bella the Witch both saw a part of me. Even Patrick saw me here, single-mindedly pursuing the truth. You are understanding me. My greatest magic is still being forged—”

Locke’s gaze sharpened.

“You mean—”

Wizard Probus said, “Let’s get back to you. You have the characteristics of the Third Ring. My friend, Locke, you are on the path to the Third Ring. I have never seen a wizard with a greater goal than mine; you are the first.”

Locke looked at him strangely and said, “That’s strange indeed. I have met many wizards in this world with the same lofty ambitions as me.”

Edgar, Hazma, Antoine, and even his first teacher—

Wizard Probus closed his spellbook and said, “Really? I was indeed ignorant. That’s what I envy about you. You were born in a golden age where advancement is considered normal.”

“You have many friends.”

“I suppose so, I guess. That’s perhaps the biggest difference between you and me. But now I have you as a friend too. My friends, by your side, the potential of those wizards has been enhanced—whether it’s Bella the Witch, Kent the Wizard, or Grandet the Wizard. In the competition, they’ve gained what they had forgotten before, and noticed what they hadn’t noticed before.”

“You’ve enhanced the potential of those three to the point that they have the possibility of becoming top-tier Star Ring wizarding geniuses within this wizarding world. Truly remarkable.”

“The power of sharing—that’s a characteristic of Third Ring wizards. Ordinary wizards can only strengthen themselves, or change the world according to their own ideas, but wizards like you can influence more people who want to change the world through your own actions.”

“My friend, you have the qualifications to establish your own academic lineage. Perhaps, you will even establish your own lineage in the future.

” Locke humbly replied, “Mr. Probus, what you’re saying is too far removed from my reality.

Right now, I’m just a Star Ring Wizard.”

Wizard Probus laughed, raising the spellbook in his hand.

“Don’t underestimate illusory forging. Illusory forging is probably the forging stage in this world with the most possibilities.”

“It’s still very powerful.” “

False forging, it’s not as good as you think.”

“However, for you, you still need to experience false forging.” “Otherwise,

you’ll miss out on a lot of scenery along the way.”

Mr. Probus said, “You’re still young, you can take your time on this path, there’s no rush.”

Locke looked at Wizard Probus and asked, “Could it be that you have indeed come into contact with false forging before?”

Wizard Probus put down the spellbook in his hand and nodded seriously.

“Hmm.

“

“I did come into contact with fake forging, not mistaking virtual forging for fake forging, but I did recognize fake forging. It’s just that back then I felt there was no need to rush into fake forging, because once you’ve completed it, it’s hard to go back on your word.” “

I was afraid I’d forge the wrong thing.”

Wizard Probus chuckled, “The Frost Witch and her friends helped me a lot. They liked to share their experiences with me, and we could often have long talks about potion-making, breeding, and forging of Great Magic/Spell Models. But even though they were enthusiastic, they weren’t as enthusiastic as I was.”

Locke immediately realized something was wrong.

“They’re not as good as you, so what’s the point of talking to them?”

Wizard Probus said in a low voice, frustrated. “That’s the crux of the matter.”

“It’s also what I’ve been avoiding.”

“Perhaps it’s what you’ve been searching for. I wasn’t in a good state back then.”

Wizard Probus said to Locke with regret, “What a pity, otherwise I really wanted to show you how to fake it. As a senior, I really wanted to use my experience to explore the unknown territories ahead for you.”

“Unfortunately, I was incompetent. Locke Augustine,”

Probus said, “I can probably guess what you’re going to do now. You don’t want to immediately win against Patrick and become the undisputed champion of this competition, do you? You want at least one second person to advance to the next round, while you remain in first place.”

“However, I truly don’t know what you’re doing standing beside this ominous fire. My friend, have you also been tempted by that shortcut?”

Locke glanced at the wizard Probus and said, “Mr. Probus, you’re also an excellent potion master, aren’t you? Well then, watch closely, this is what I’m doing now.”

Locke stretched out his palm, his hand touching the air above the divine fire. Instantly, countless forms swarmed towards him, striving to enhance his ultimate magic.

These forms constantly emphasized to him that this was a shortcut without any side effects.

Because the gods were dead, only the divine fire remained.

As long as he touched the divine fire and absorbed it with his ultimate magic, he could instantly complete the pseudo-forging, without any additional conditions.

Locke, however, remained expressionless. He neither chose to absorb it nor removed his palm, but instead fully extended it into the fire.

In that instant, countless forms rushed towards him, trying to physically overcome his resistance and force him onto the side of the Void Gods.

But at that very moment, a bolt of lightning struck, the ultimate meditation technique reduced to nothing!

Locke gritted his teeth. His form suddenly multiplied, only to be shattered by the life-giving lightning, seemingly existing yet nonexistent, constantly cycling between existence and non-existence, his magical pressure growing ever stronger.

Locke let out a painful growl.

The wizard Probus stepped back, moved.

“Even I wasn’t as persistent as you back then. You mocked the Violet Witch Bella’s persistence, but my friend, Locke, aren’t you just as persistent? What you’ve discovered is something I can’t even comprehend now. I don’t know what you’re trying to do, but you seem to have made some major discovery in potions.”

“Locke, you and the witch Bella are kindred spirits.”

“You’re both equally persistent.”

“But I can’t say much more. Because I am also a persistent person.”

“Locke, you are no longer my friend.”

The wizard Probus vanished from the spot.

Locke no longer cared about him.

He looked at the flame, his mind replaying the special sensations that had flashed through his mind during the battle.

Locke’s hand temporarily moved away from the flame; he was covered in sweat and breathing heavily.

“The Fairy Dragon said I possessed some kind of Potions potential. I think I might have seen that possibility.”

Locke took out paper and pen, carefully calculating the timing of his palm touching the divine fire.

“If that fleeting inspiration wasn’t an illusion, then it could indeed change Potions.”

“A wizard starting from the second circle has the idea and ability to change the world, so this is a tremendous attraction for me, a Voidforging Wizard.”

Two Great Magic spells appeared behind Locke.

He felt the forging of his Great Magic was accelerating, and his True Magic Pressure was rapidly approaching 25,000.

Locke’s mind raced. “My guess is correct.”

When he fought that god, the god tempted him with the Titan King’s Divine Stone, which was essentially a shortcut, a shortcut that most people couldn’t resist.

At that time, his Great Magic also began to lose stability, absorbing a portion of the form from that divine stone.

At that moment, he had used the “Subtraction into Emptiness” technique to successfully escape the deception of the gods.

In that instant, however, a possibility related to potions flashed through his mind.

Locke plunged his hand into the flames for the third time, his mind racing with potion-related knowledge.

The knowledge of two third-ring throne-level potion masters clashed within him—

the knowledge of the Sea Queen and King Otto.

Locke searched for that fleeting inspiration.

He had found it, but he needed to delve deeper.

Yet, he felt a restless sense of being unable to find the right path.

At this moment, due to the burning of the Cloud of Destruction and the divine fire, Locke’s body had reached its limit.

Within the potion room, due to the contestants’ privacy, no True Sight Crystal was observing.

Meanwhile, many wizards watching the match from the Starfield Sea and the Eastern Frontier were speculating whether Locke or Patrick would win.

Many wizards didn’t realize that Locke could have won long ago; he was simply waiting for Patrick to finish his research.

If Patrick didn’t complete his research within the next six days, Locke would be the final champion, which would only cause him distress.

A few wizards, however, had already realized that Locke was already in control and had deliberately stopped before the finish line, waiting for Patrick to catch up.

In the Rainswamp, inside the top-tier Ancient Bloodline Factor Research Institute

, the wizards watching the competition were eagerly anticipating Patrick’s results.

“Why is Patrick so slow? At least Augustine hasn’t produced anything either.”

“If Patrick loses, I will absolutely not forgive him.”

Behind them stood five wizards at the pinnacle of Star Ring Magic Pressure.

These five were constantly observing the competition.

A Star Ring Wizard, toothpick in hand, said, “Judging by this, that idiot Patrick is in trouble. His social skills are decent, and his thinking is alright. It’s just a pity he’s too cowardly; he can neither wholeheartedly pursue the truth nor be truly passionate. He’s just a half-baked individual. If he could overcome this, he could be on our level. As for Augustine, I’m not entirely sure of his level, but he seems a bit overrated.”

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“Hey, Ms. Theodora Macedon, those three divine stones were given to Patrick by you, weren’t they?”

Theodora the witch smirked. “Of course.”

“We’re all very busy. But the Locke brothers’ attitude displeased me. So I used Patrick to give him this test. The situation is unclear now. But if he doesn’t pass, he’s not qualified to be at our level. If he wins, then we’ll need to consider whether to intervene.”

The other three Star Ring Wizards quickly stated that they had no interest in leaving the Ancient Bloodline Factor Research Institute, nor any desire to defend the so-called honor of the Rain Swamp.

They were simply themselves.

Their honor and disgrace were only their own concern.

The Star Ring Wizard, toothpick in hand, chuckled, “No matter how busy things are in the research institute, it shouldn’t be this bad. The three of you don’t seem to care much about so-called collective honor.”

“However, I don’t want to leave either. The prototype of the super magical bloodline is about to be developed, and I don’t want to be distracted at this time.” “

This is research that can change the entire wizarding world. Being able to explore and research around such a truth, I really have no interest in leaving the research institute to go elsewhere.”

Ms. Theodora smiled.

“The five of us have been competing for so long, and we can’t seem to find a winner. Our levels are about the same. Therefore, my going alone is the same as all of us going. If I lose, it means he has won against us.” “

If I win, it means he has lost against us. If things get out of control, I will leave this research institute, take matters into my own hands, and achieve final victory, giving an explanation to the third-ring and fourth-ring wizards of the Rain Marsh who are paying attention to this matter.”

The four had no objections and nodded in agreement.

Because what Theodora said was true, and they were all wizards, so they were quite rational.

Theodora’s intervention was tantamount to their combined action.

Moreover, by studying the super magical bloodline alongside the Throne Wizards and Truth Wizards, their own forging speed of ultimate magic was also increasing—such a wonderful feeling, how could they bear to give it up?

Leaving this research institute was like leaving wisdom and returning to the world of ignorance.

This kind of top-tier research was something only the most elite Star Ring Wizards could enjoy.

The super magical bloodline was a shared super project across the entire Rain Marsh.

Cloud Marsh Wetlands also had a shared super project, but due to the strength of its institutions, each top academy had its own shared super project, causing those projects to progress slower than the super magical bloodline project.

The reason the five looked down on Locke and even used someone else to test him was mainly because Locke, unlike the wizard Probus, hadn’t participated in the super project led by Golden Crown Mountain.

Inside the Despair Valley laboratory, Locke’s hands were almost roasted by the divine fire.

For a mortal, it would be impossible to keep their hands exposed to divine fire for so long.

At that moment, a sentence from the fat councilor, Grandet, suddenly echoed in Locke’s mind: “

A wizard without his own theories is trash.” “

I did defeat Grandet, but that doesn’t mean I can look down on him. That would limit me. Some of his words do have a point, albeit a biased one.” “

People still need to have their own ideas. He just can’t do what he says, which doesn’t mean his words are wrong.”

Locke’s gaze sharpened.

Why had he always been thinking through the theoretical systems of his two throne wizard teachers?

Even though their ideas were certainly more mature than his own, his own thoughts, no matter how naive, were still his own.

—At

this moment, the Spiritual Hundred Solutions on the bronze cauldron, without being activated by Locke’s magical power, began to release magical radiance.

“I want to stand on the shoulders of giants, nourished by their thoughts, not directly use their theories and become their defenders.”

“The ancestors are not to be followed blindly.”

Locke added his own ideas to their line of thought, and in an instant, his past experiences flashed before his eyes.

He withdrew his hand, allowing the divine form to invade and tempt his ultimate magic, to elevate it, to blend the form into his ultimate magic, to help it recombine its spell model, and to improve its forging.

Locke did not reduce it to nothing.

He didn’t stop any of this.

Shan Chuan Ke was originally the ancestral god of the Sea King’s world. He was initially wise and powerful, bringing beauty to that world. But later, he remained in that position for too long, losing himself. He began to fear everyone around him, devouring and spitting out others, until finally, heaven and earth abandoned him, giving rise to a new world. Gang Ding Di was even worse; before he had truly ascended to the position of ancestral god, he had already forgotten who he was. “

Similarly, the gods tempted me, wanting to deceive me with forms, to make me forget who I am. This divine fire is a shortcut; if I accept it, I can fake forge. But I fake forge to pursue truth, not for the sake of fake forging itself.

The so-called ‘reducing to emptiness’ means destroying one’s bad forms, allowing oneself to return to one’s true nature, and re-establishing a connection with one’s essence and with nature.”

Locke’s eyes brightened.

“So the Sea Queen said that the Mountain Guest’s problem couldn’t be solved by a potion master. Because in her view, the Mountain Guest was truly beyond the reach of medicine; his problem was that he had lost himself. Only he could solve his problem; no one else could help him. This is the understanding of my teacher—the Sea Queen.”

Locke narrowed his eyes. “But the Sea Queen is wrong.”

Ling Hong’s Hundred Explanations emerged.

The magnificent royal court reappeared before Locke.

King Otto seemed to appear beside Locke, standing behind him where Locke couldn’t see, nodding as if confirming Locke’s guess.

Locke was walking a path he had created before his death, a path he had never walked.

That was his regret.

Locke said, “If I told others that the Potions Throne Wizard’s views are wrong, and my Potions Star Ring Wizard’s views are right, they would laugh at me to death. But Mountain Guest’s problem, my problem, are all problems that Potions can solve.”

Locke looked at the bronze cauldron burning fiercely, gritted his teeth, and waved his hand to collect the divine fire left behind by the gods into the sleeve of his wizard’s robe.

Then he waved his hand again, and the potions flame, containing a hundred variations in a second, began to burn fiercely inside the bronze cauldron.

This was the potions flame he usually used.

Locke recalled the scene of refining the spirit of that god and reducing his divine power.

He gritted his teeth and stepped directly into the bronze cauldron, and the magical flames inside the bronze cauldron suddenly surged.

The magic array in the potions room kept sounding alarms, and this sound quickly attracted the attention of the witch Bailouluo.

The witch Bailou rushed to the door of the potion room. Because the internal wizarding array had activated its alarm, she easily opened the door from the outside and entered.

At that moment, she saw Locke placing himself into the potion-making cauldron: a bronze vessel. Her eyes widened in shock; her first thought was that the divine fire was playing tricks.

It was the divine fire that had bewitched Locke, driving him mad and making him attempt to refine himself!

Locke, his back to Bailou, his second-ring magical artifact wizard robes being torn apart inch by inch by the flames, cried out, “Don’t come any closer, Bailou! I know everything!” “

I’m conducting an experiment. Don’t stop me.”

“I’m absolutely certain now that my thinking is correct.”

Locke chanted a spell, using the reverse potion-making technique. He was going to reverse-process the potion!

He would use this method to remove the chaotic, impure Void God forms that had been infused into him, affecting his thought process and the purity of his magic!

The witch Bailouluo’s eyes widened.

Shocked by this unusual action, she, a member of the Maupassant family who followed the path of white wizard training, shouted at Locke, “Don’t forget. You are a white wizard. What you’re doing—you won’t pass the ethics committee’s review!”

“You can use black wizards to make potions, but you absolutely cannot use yourself, because you are a white wizard. And this behavior is extremely heinous. You are a white wizard, Locke! Have you forgotten the ethics of experimentation? The reason wizarding society has reached its current state is because it adheres to ethics. If everyone were like you, what would our world become?”

“Although your actions only harm yourself, they still violate ethics!”

At this moment, a heart-shaped spell appeared on Locke’s forehead.

The illusion of the witch Catherine appeared there, saying to the witch Bailouluo, “Good child, what you just said makes a lot of sense. You can leave now.”

The witch Bailouluo was stunned for a moment, instantly realizing who the other person was.

She bowed, and then reluctantly left the potions room.

Is this the eccentricity of genius?

As the witch Bailouluo turned to leave, she gave a wry smile. Grant the wizard had his own eccentricities, and even Locke the wizard, who usually seemed so reliable, was now revealing his own.

But it was precisely because of this that she enjoyed befriending these geniuses.

She remembered what her father had said: geniuses all have their own unique shapes; they can’t be molded from a single template.

The illusion of the witch Catherine spoke to Locke: “Locke, this is the Heart Charm I placed on you after the last war. For me, leaving magic without your awareness is very simple.” “

When your life is in danger, I can activate the Heart Charm in time to watch over you.” “

Locke, I respect your actions, but as your mentor, I must remind you that your behavior violates the bottom line of the Ethics and Morality Review Committee. I will not tolerate this; I will punish you afterward, and all your future experiments will be subject to closer scrutiny.” “Although

because this behavior falls into a gray area, it’s difficult for me to find specific wizarding laws and regulations to deal with you, and indeed, quite a few wizards are doing the same thing.” “

There are also wizards who cultivate special magical bacteria to drink themselves to determine which magical bacteria corresponds to a disease, and have received awards for this. But their actions are still controversial, and the White Wizarding Association doesn’t need anyone to follow their example. People must be responsible for their own lives.”

“For at least the next ten years, all the experiments you conduct on Mount Golden Crown will be subject to careful review before approval.

You’re an adult now, and I expect you to be responsible for your actions. That girl is right; while your actions may not be particularly harmful, they do violate the rules of this world.”

Locke nodded. “I’m sorry, teacher, I felt that inspiration vanish in a flash.”

“I feel I can complete this idea right now. I really don’t want to wait any longer, don’t want to wait until I win this competition, let my thoughts cool down, and then spend hundreds of days getting it approved.”

The witch Catherine said, “I understand you. Sometimes these things happen. I hope you’re confident enough to keep yourself safe.”

“As your teacher, I hope you’re safe.”

“But for wizards, sometimes it’s just such a dilemma.”

“Do what you want to do. But you must also bear the corresponding consequences.”

At

this moment, Locke used the Zero Potion in the bronze cauldron.

The starting technique for the Zero Potion is to use potion-making flames to reverse-process a person’s spirit, and then refine the potion within that spirit.

However, since Locke was refining the potion within his own body, he could skip the first step and proceed directly to the next.

Under Locke’s skillful manipulation, the potion-making flames avoided his vital points, and Locke, relying on the special nature of his permanent defensive force field shell, directly withstood the potion-making flames.

This method is almost only usable by beings with a permanent defensive force field shell.

Even ordinary permanent defensive force fields, being merely a layer covering the body’s surface, cannot use this method.

Let alone mortals, who would likely be reduced to ashes the instant they entered the cauldron.

At this moment, Locke refined the potion-making flames within his body and the Great Magic, while simultaneously using a reduction… With the aid of emptiness, his form seemed to vanish, leaving this world.

Therefore, most of the potion-making flames didn’t reach his true body.

Only a small portion entered, which

he could withstand with his permanent defensive field.

At this moment, a ball of zero potion appeared within Locke’s body.

It was a zero potion crafted using the harmful divine form within Locke and other forms that should have been eliminated, forms that were originally useless.

Meanwhile, unseen by Locke, King Otto, his expression excited, stood behind Locke. After calming himself, he bowed deeply to Locke.

Then, King Otto’s form completely disappeared into the vast expanse of spiritual energy.

His obsession had dissipated.

The reverse potion-making technique was finally truly complete!

From this moment on, the bronze cauldron artifact truly belonged to Locke.

The witch Catherine discovered her illusion was shattering.

“Hmm? He actually used that strange potion-making method to break the heart-shaped spell I left on him. This child—he’s finally grown up to this point.” “

He’s taken his first step towards forging his own path.”

At the headquarters of the Feathered Serpent Pavilion, beneath the lava river, the Feathered Serpent Ancestral God roared excitedly, shaking the heavens and earth around the pavilion, and causing many beings in the void to tremble in fear.

“Another excellent potion-making wizard has been born.”

—

“Hahahaha—”

7

“I am delighted, and the world is delighted!

“