Wizard: Starting With Synthesized Gems - Chapter 892

Chapter 887 The Ancestral Master’s Test and the Super Verdant Spirit Ore

The young archaeology grandmaster smiled, hands behind his back, and said, “After you passed my final test, I am absolutely certain that you are not a pawn of the Black Sun Tower.”

“But you do indeed possess the Black Sun Tower’s spirit.”

Locke asked, “Grandmaster, please explain what the Black Sun Tower’s [spirit] is?”

The young archaeology grandmaster addressed Locke with a more equal attitude, “Spirit is a wizard’s special sensitivity to negative energy particle fields, including intuition about history.” “

The higher the spirit, the more one can sense key historical information amidst chaotic information. The higher the spirit, the greater the achievements. Furthermore, spirit is not just intuition; it also includes a resonance with a certain period of history.”

“Your resonance with the Tower of the Black Sun and the Age of Stars is extremely deep, which is why I was wary of you before. But now things have changed; you are now my accomplice. You possess a power I lack, a power that can escape my schemes, and naturally, it can also escape the schemes of the Tower of the Black Sun, the ancestral home of sacrificial magic. You possess traits similar to the princess.”

“I can tell you something; your guess is correct. The one truly stripped of her name is the princess. The princess is the one who ended the Age of Stars, and it was she who defeated the Tower of the Black Sun.”

“It’s just that the world has forgotten the princess.”

A terrifying power suddenly rose within the entire fake tomb space.

Locke’s dragon bloodline boiled.

A dark sun appeared within the fake tomb.

However, before the afterimage of that dark sun could materialize, the young patriarch suddenly flicked his finger, and a historical boundary marker flew out, suppressing the afterimage of the dark sun.

“The Tower of the Black Sun has never been able to pinpoint my location. However, as you’ve seen, there’s a lot of information I can’t reveal. Revealing it would trigger the Tower of the Black Sun’s ritual magic.”

“Throughout countless years, I’ve seen far too many wizards fall victim to malicious acts because they learned certain information.”

The young archaeologist told Locke, “That’s why I only wanted you to read the Historical Boundary Marker Spell before, not for you to truly understand that history.”

“I just wanted someone who had seen that history, and to ensure that it remained in your mind. That’s enough. Enough for my schemes.”

Locke realized what was happening and felt a profound sense of danger.

“You think I’m the Eye of Persepolis?”

The young archaeologist chuckled.

“Back then, you and I were strangers. And I’ll repay any favors I owe you immediately.”

“So, you don’t need to feel wronged. In this world, once you enter an academic lineage, who isn’t someone else’s pawn?”

“But if you don’t join an academic lineage, you’ll be marginalized.”

“In this world, only epoch-making figures can rise to prominence through sheer individual effort; they must possess wisdom comparable to mine. But academic lines and academies are already quite lenient. If you were born in an earlier era, you would face far more than this environment.”

The patriarch of archaeology said, hands behind his back, “Let’s get back to the topic. Locke, you’ve proven your worth. You’ve defied my predictions three times, so you’re no longer a tool, but my ally.”

“Therefore, I’m going to place a bet on you. Alas, it’s been a long time since I’ve placed a bet. I lost the last one, so I haven’t gambled in a long time.”

The young patriarch of archaeology held a bronze fish-shaped key.

“This is the key to this fake tomb. This tomb can change its shape. If you find the shape of an ancient tomb unsettling, you can change it to become an underground city, a tower, or something like that.”

“With this bronze eyebrow fish, you can manipulate the spiritual energy within this ancient tomb.”

Locke looked at the young archaeologist’s patriarch with a puzzled expression.

The patriarch said, “Unlike that Historical Diamond, which entered your spirit and immediately granted you Sun Ring-level spiritual energy, as well as immense magical transformation. This is about overdrawing your own potential and mixing a considerable amount of my artificial energy into your spiritual power.”

“It’s what I used to limit your potential and prevent you from meeting me a third time,”

Locke said, both amused and exasperated.

“Grandmaster, you don’t need to go into so much detail about your evil plan,”

the Grandmaster said frankly. “I’ve always been bold and decisive in my actions. If you had chosen the Historical Diamond, it would mean you’d stop there, that you’d be manipulated by the Tower of the Black Sun, and that you would be my enemy.” “

You can only be a pawn for me and the Tower of the Black Sun. But now I consider you an ally, and I’ve placed a bet on you. The spiritual energy within this fake tomb isn’t something you can manipulate at will. You need to construct an archaeological spell model according to the method I left inside the fake tomb, replacing all the spell models here with your own, before you can manipulate the spiritual energy within this fake tomb.”

“This fake tomb can provide you with spiritual energy roughly equivalent to a Sun Ring level of magical pressure.”

“However, with your current magical pressure, you can at most modify it and utilize its spiritual energy to reach the Star Ring level. In other words, while the spiritual energy provided by this fake tomb is external and man-made, it’s spiritual energy you create yourself using the tools and framework I left behind. It’s fundamentally different from that diamond.”

Locke suddenly understood.

That means the patriarch giving him this fake tomb is equivalent to giving him a historical gem, only this ‘historical gem’ needs to be built by himself, requires his own effort, and will grow as he grows.

After handing the key and spell model to Locke, the patriarch of archaeology said, “Locke, do you remember I told you that if you could see me a second time, your archaeology would be considered truly masterful?”

“This is your second time seeing me. Although your archaeological magic is still average, I admit that you are now a qualified archaeologist.” “

Locke, now you can construct the spell model here.”

Locke was taken aback.

“Now?”

The young archaeologist looked at Locke, a half-smile on his face. “What else? How long do you want to wait? I’m here, I can slightly distort time, making only a short time pass outside, but you can construct a spell model here for a long time.”

“While you’re constructing it here, it’ll be easier for me to give you some pointers.”

The archaeologist waved his hand, and a stone slab appeared before him. Locke looked down at the slab and saw a spell inscribed on it—[Historical Resonance Spell].

After reading it, Locke constructed a spell model of the Historical Resonance Spell in his mind. This spell was very interesting.

It was a special spell model structure constructed using historical records and the magic of wizards. He couldn’t fully understand the entire Historical Resonance Spell yet; it seemed to be a spell he could learn indefinitely.

Locke began attempting to construct the spell model according to this concept, enveloping his spiritual power in historical records…

One year later within the false tomb space.

Before Locke lay a unique spell model structure resembling a planet. This planet was surrounded by numerous historical records, its surface riddled with craters from which countless historical records emerged as beams of light.

The planet itself was slowly rotating.

This was a [Historical Resonance Spell].

Locke breathed softly. The Mordor language possessed 220 basic runes, the most complex basic magical language he had ever encountered, and the spell model structure of the Historical Resonance Spell, like a planet, was also incredibly complex.

As this Historical Resonance sphere rotated, streams of historical records flowed within it, transforming into historical auras corresponding to a thousand magical pressures.

The Grandmaster nodded.

“A year isn’t a long time. Your archaeological magic talent is indeed quite good. This fake tomb currently has enough historical materials. You can read the materials here while constructing the Historical Resonance Charm. You need to construct a total of twenty Historical Resonance Charms.”

“However… the difficulty will gradually increase with each Historical Resonance Charm you construct.”

“There are nineteen left!”

Locke said, “What limits the construction of the Historical Resonance Charm isn’t just the historical materials, but also my level of archaeology? My reading and usage of the Mordor language?”

The Grandmaster said, “That’s true. But with me by your side, you can rest assured. I will ensure that you can construct the remaining 19 Historical Resonance Charms, allowing you to possess the historical agility equivalent to 20,000 magic pressure.” “Alright

, Locke, let’s begin.”

Inside the fake tomb space, 30 years passed in the blink of an eye. The Grandmaster seemed to have expended a great deal of energy; his appearance had changed from youth to old age, and a hint of fatigue was visible in his pupils.

However, he looked at Locke with admiration at this moment.

“Thirty-one years have passed, and you probably regret it now. I told you long ago that choosing the Historical Diamond would have made things much easier for you. Look at you, you’ve worked hard here for thirty-one years, barely managing to construct twenty Historical Resonance Charms using this fake tomb.”

At this moment, twenty historical ‘planet’ floated before Locke.

Historical records flowed between these ‘planet’, collectively enhancing Locke’s sensitivity to historical information, transforming it into his historical aura.

On Golden Crown Mountain, Locke’s avatar in the underground research institute of the Dune World opened his eyes. He was momentarily dazed, but quickly regained his focus on the wizarding world’s time perception.

Because the thirty-one years that his ancestor had distorted for him in the fake tomb space, from an outsider’s perspective, seemed more like a distortion of his perception of time, rather than a true distortion of time itself.

He sensed his current life force and discovered that both his body and soul remained young.

In other words, those thirty-one years were more like an illusion that extended his perception of time, and his advanced meditation technique was already extremely profound, thus his mental strength was resilient enough to withstand this level of illusion.

Otherwise, an ordinary person would likely have had their soul fragmented due to the difference in their perception of time.

Inside the fake tomb, Locke thanked his ancestor, “Thank you for guiding me for thirty-one years. I can call you teacher now.”

Inside the fake tomb, the ancestor smiled.

“Archaeologists and wizards are generally equal. You don’t need to call me teacher; I’ve said we’re just allies.”

“I’ve placed a bet on you. So, my investment in you is just my stake. You are not my pawn; pawns can’t win against the Tower of the Black Sun. Locke, be careful. My power is no longer sufficient to maintain my presence here. But you must be careful…”

“Be careful of the Tower of the Black Sun… The path of your bloodline is severed. In the Sun Ring stage, you will face a life-or-death crisis. You know about the princess. You are also a thorn in the side of the Tower of the Black Sun.”

The ancestor’s figure gradually shattered and faded.

“Locke, I hope you can find me a third time.”

“Then, I will give you something truly important.”

“Also, be careful of those around you. The most terrifying thing about offending the Black Sun Tower is that you can’t trust those around you. Because some people are already their puppets, without even realizing it, and they have a very good relationship with you, seemingly willing to go to great lengths for you.”

“This is a difficult path.”

Locke suddenly returned to the fake tomb. He was momentarily dazed, but immediately activated the advanced meditation technique, connecting his current memories with those before entering the fake tomb.

In the Imaginary Sea River, Hussein’s body was almost severed at the waist by the black coffin ship. He coughed up blood and weakly said to Locke, “Did you get what you wanted?”

Hussein pulled his lower body from the river and used the blood curse as a connector to reconnect his upper and lower body. At this moment, his two arms had regenerated.

Locke picked up the bronze eyebrow fish key. His twenty Historical Reenactment Spells were currently located within this fake tomb, which was essentially his spiritual resource center.

It seemed the patriarch needed so many fake tombs precisely because he used them as his computing power centers.

At this moment, he controlled the fake tomb to sink to the bottom of the great river.

Hussein weakly said to Locke, “It seems you’ve gained quite a bit.”

Locke nodded.

“However, there are too many things involved, I can’t explain them to you in detail.”

“Hussein, thank you for helping me stop this fake tomb.”

Hussein said casually, “Yes. It’s nothing, absolutely right. I’m not one to pry. As long as you get what you want, that’s enough. We all got what we wanted from this void exploration.”

“Now we should be able to organize our return journey, right?”

At this moment, all three upper planes of the Three Hole World had returned to the mortal realm, and the creation flaws of the Three Hole World had been repaired, the entire world was on the verge of advancement.

Locke’s Rangers were almost everywhere in the world, becoming the mainstream of civilization in this world.

Locke said to Hussein, “If you want to go back, I can send the exploration vanguard back first. I need to organize my gains here and collect the spirit essence ore of this world.”

The Three Cave Worlds are rich in spirit essence ore, and he has already invested tens of millions of magic stones in this Three Cave World.

Whether he can quickly recoup his investment and make a fortune depends on the number of spirit essence ore veins in the Celestial Realm.

Locke glanced at Hussein, remembering what his ancestor had told him: if you are an enemy of the Black Sun Tower, you must be careful of everyone around you.

Because those around you can easily become pawns of the Black Sun Tower, even if you don’t know it.

So, is his ancestor trustworthy?

Locke’s eyes flickered.

No!

‘When my ancestor communicated with me, he ambushed me once, but I avoided his Historical Diamond. In the following thirty-one years of guidance, apart from a few words he said to me at the beginning, I was actually the one who worked hard the rest of the time.’

‘He is still wary of me.’ Locke pondered, “

Besides, he also wanted to understand me during those thirty-one years. How much of what he told me was true, and how much was false, I still can’t judge. He said he placed a bet on me, but in fact, I don’t know if he bet on me losing or winning.”

Locke’s eyes flickered, his superhuman intuition from his dragon bloodline helping him clarify his thoughts.

“There are many kinds of bets. Betting on me losing is one kind of bet, betting on me winning is another.”

His mind raced, trying to fathom his ancestor’s thoughts, even though the thinking of a low-ring wizard was limited and couldn’t completely see through the mind of a high-ring wizard.

‘If he bet on me winning, then he’s betting that I can become a Sun Ring Wizard and overcome the Sun Ring tribulation. If he bet on me losing… then it’s strange, why did he want me to see him a third time?’

Locke’s mind raced.

The figure of the Persepolis gods flashed before his eyes.

Yes, regardless of whether the Persepolis gods won or lost in their game with him, he was fulfilling his ancestor’s plan.

Compared to his ancestor, he was indeed a low-level wizard, his thinking limited, but he had already witnessed one of his complete schemes—his

scheme against the Persepolis gods.

‘If he’s betting on me losing, it probably serves his interests; I’ll still go see him a third time.’

Locke had a feeling he wasn’t a true ally of his ancestor.

Because his ancestor could only be certain he wasn’t a pawn of the Black Sun Tower, but couldn’t be certain those around him were, or whether he could escape the Black Sun Tower’s clutches.

Under these circumstances, how could he determine his own position?

Therefore, in what circumstances would his third meeting with him truly solidify the tower’s attitude towards him?

And what he said in the fake tomb was likely a mix of truth and falsehood, difficult to discern; he couldn’t believe everything.

What was certain was that his ancestor was on the princess’s side,

but not necessarily on his .

After all, the ancestor had already schemed against him more than once.

And he currently had very little information about the Black Sun Tower.

Locke sighed. Choosing the Historical Diamond within the fake tomb would indeed be a way to sever ties with karma, thus avoiding being drawn into this vortex.

However, this would mean losing control of the fake tomb and the benefits of the thirty-one-year Historical Resonance Charm.

After Hussein recovered somewhat, Locke took him to Old Henry, and the three of them headed to the location where Celestial Realm would assimilate into the mortal world.

At this time, Celestial Realm had already settled on the crater, merging with the earth.

Locke first found the Sealed Stone in the hands of the giants on the mountain and broke the seal. After all, he had signed an agreement with these wizards before setting out; if they died, he would have to pay compensation to their designated party.

A Gasification Wizard would require twenty times his monthly salary

—two hundred thousand magic stones.

Although this amount was small for him at the moment, he would save where he could.

At this moment, the illusionist, a vaporizer, bowed to Locke. He had been worried that Locke wouldn’t come to his rescue, but now he was relieved.

“Thank you, Archmage Augustine.”

“Thank you for saving me.”

Locke nodded slightly.

Old Henry beside him raised his treasure-hunting ruler, which floated in the air and began to rotate around a certain point. After about ten minutes, Old Henry’s face lit up with surprise.

“My God, what a huge vein! I knew that the Celestial Realm of this world possessed a large amount of Azure Spirit Essence Veins.”

“That vanished Void Demon Plant, day and night, fished for the spiritual energy of the Imaginary Sea.”

“It has already condensed a large amount of Azure Spirit Essence.”

The group followed the treasure-hunting ruler.

With each movement of the ruler, it changed direction, and soon they stopped at the intersection of three mountain ranges, in a valley where an Azure Spirit Essence Vein lay.

This vein must be enormous,

because Locke saw many mine shafts within it, constantly spewing out Azure Spirit Essence.

Old Henry used his treasure-hunting ruler to estimate the approximate area of the vein, and his jaw nearly dropped.

“This is a super-rich emerald spirit vein. I think the Persepolis gods themselves couldn’t utilize this emerald spirit energy, but they knew it was valuable, so after plundering these resources from the mortal world, they piled them all into this vein.”

“Unbelievable. I wonder how much this vein holds.”

“However, there’s a problem. When the Persepolis gods moved the vein, they mixed it with a lot of impurities, degrading the quality of the ore itself. I estimate we’ll need to build a mining shaft here, and then a vein purification plant.”

Old Henry pondered.

“That’s a huge expense. Captain, I think you’ll need to hire at least three excellent crystallization-stage alchemists to develop these veins.”

Locke asked, “Old Henry, are you capable?”

“If you help me, I can share some of the profits with you.”

The three smaller veins in the mortal world were only able to be mined after Old Henry helped build the mining shafts.

It’s safe to say that bringing the old pirate along this time was definitely worthwhile.

Otherwise, even with those three small veins, he could only utilize the pure, verdant spirit ore on the surface; anything deeper was difficult to obtain quickly.

Old Henry, as an excellent enchanter, had a way to efficiently mine spirit ore.

Old Henry hesitated, swallowed hard, and after careful consideration, decided to refuse.

“Me? I can’t. I’m a pirate. Pirates only obtain resources by plunder. If I set up a spirit mine here, wouldn’t that be the same as settling down?”

“Then am I still a pirate?”

Hussein said in a low voice, “I’m a senior partner at Mithril Law Firm. This is my business card. If you need it, I can represent you in court, clear your name, and make you a white wizard.”

Locke glanced at Hussein in surprise. Right, he was a second-circle wizard.

His status at Mithril Law Firm had certainly improved.

Old Henry’s eyes widened.

“So how much will it cost to help me with this case?”

Hussein said, “It depends on the situation, some more, some less. Your case is a bit difficult. Generally speaking, it’ll start at 30 million magic stones.”

“The main problem is your long criminal record. If you’re caught by the White Wizarding Association’s witcher squad, you won’t even get into the wizarding prison; I think you’ll be executed immediately.”

Old Henry’s eyes widened.

“Damn it, you lawyers are faster at robbing money than we pirates!”

(End of Chapter)