The wizard era begins with the alchemist wizard

Chapter 870 The Weaving Method of Dimensional Threads, The Metamorphosis of Mountains and Seas

Richard's eye twitched slightly as he listened to Libra's nonchalant words.

So, if he wasn't chosen, he deserved to die, right?

Looking at the Hermit's Robe in Sand Spirit's hand, the robe appeared ashen and plain. But upon closer inspection, one could see that it was actually adorned with incredibly intricate patterns.

However, these patterns are so dense that they are almost invisible.

Richard could sense that dimensional power flowed within these patterns. This power circulated endlessly, like atmospheric circulation.

The scales did not urge us on; they were a prophet, believing that everything was ordained by fate.

"Bad luck. I hope this bad luck isn't too bad."

Richard took the robe and draped it over himself.

Putting on the robe now is undoubtedly an unwise thing to do, but if he doesn't put it on, the sages of Sand Spirit will definitely not let him take the robe away.

This is a test.

Only those who are truly chosen can overcome the test.

The moment Richard put on the robe, he shuddered. An ominous shadow fell over his heart, making him somewhat apprehensive.

But Richard quickly dispelled that feeling.

There's no point in worrying about bad luck.

The dimensional power flowing within the hermit's robes was precisely the dimensional power that Richard had sensed. As a high-level power, the potential of dimensional power is virtually limitless.

Even the Titan King wouldn't dare claim to have grasped the mysteries of dimensional power.

As he donned his robes, the Forge of Miracles also provided information.

[Material: Hermit's Robe]

[Refinable Technique: Dimensional Line Weaving Method]

[Refining Cost: 2000 Spirit Points]

[Retrievable Information: Hermit's Robe Design]

[Refining Cost: 1000 Spirit Points]

Looking at the information about the Forge of Miracles, Richard was certain that his choice this time was correct.

A skill worth two thousand mental energy, blueprints worth one thousand mental energy, and a hermit's robe that would allow him to live without worry once he put it on—it was definitely worth the risk.

With a thought from Richard, the Hermit's Robe entered the Forge of Miracles, where it was refined into skills and information as raw material.

The scales, or rather the collective entity of the Sand Spirit sages—the Sand Spirit Prophet—did not react in the slightest.

Richard donned the robe and accepted his fate.

That robe would then be Richard's private property.

Whatever Richard does with the robe is his prerogative.

“Aren’t you curious about what I did?” Richard suddenly asked.

“That’s your robe, you can do whatever you want with it.”

"How many prophets survived?" Richard asked again.

“No one survived,” the Sand Spirit Prophet said. “I am an individual, and also a race. I went with the Cursed Wizard to track down that monster.”

As for me, I'll remain as insurance, wearing the robes of a hermit, awaiting your arrival.

Richard was taken aback, and his brows furrowed instantly.

"In other words, the remaining civilizations may not even know of my existence. They may not even know that I am a civilization devourer."

"Yes, but they have backup plans, so you can go ahead and do it."

However, you should note that not all civilizations have prophets. Those without civilizations but possessing prophets can still be of assistance.

Richard sighed, feeling the burden on his shoulders growing heavier and heavier.

Initially, he only needed to consider his own survival; later, he needed to consider the lives of those around him; and still later, he needed to consider the rise and fall of the entire civilization.

Now, the survival of civilizations across the entire world rests on his shoulders.

This heavy burden would probably crush even the young Grand Secretary.

However, responsibility cannot be shirked.

“In that case, I shall take my leave.” Richard bowed slightly to the Sand Spirit Prophet.

"Farewell, Chosen One. I hope that when we meet again, that monster will be dead under the Alliance's might."

Richard smiled.

"hope so."

……

Refining a technique with two thousand units of spiritual power is quite time-consuming; it took a full eleven hours to refine the technique.

The blueprints took Richard a full hour to complete.

It seems that a thousand mental energy is a threshold; anything exceeding a thousand mental energy, whether it's a skill or information, will require a significantly longer extraction time.

In the astral realm, Richard infused his newly refined skills into his very soul.

In that instant, he felt as if he had become a strange race.

This species appears to be a type of spider that spins silk, weaves webs, and then uses them to capture prey—it seems quite simple.

However, the prey captured by this race is a gigantic magical beast of enormous size.

The spider web, like a noose, tightly traps the prey, and soon, the hunt is complete.

But this was only the most basic web. A hallucination shifted, and Richard, now a spider, began learning from his elders to weave more complex webs.

From the simplest sticky spider webs to more advanced twisted rope webs, and even more sophisticated trapping nets... Richard had never imagined that spider webs could come in so many varieties before.

Through repeated learning, Richard, in his spider form, also grows and matures.

After becoming the master of the world, it finally began to create its own web.

He created webs of energy, webs of rules, webs of information, webs of mysterious power... all sorts of astonishing webs.

His body grew larger and larger, and the net he wove became more and more complex.

Finally, he turned his gaze to the endless dimensions.

Those rainbow-like dimensions look like magnified lines.

From a sufficiently grand perspective, perhaps the entire infinite dimension is simply a giant web.

So he began to devour dimensions, spitting out threads, and a spider web with a diameter of over a thousand light-years was born between dimensions.

“What a terrible civilization,” Richard muttered to himself.

The illusions are not over yet; the vast dimensional web is only the beginning, and the being who created the Hermit's Robe is not satisfied with this.

His works began to get smaller and smaller, the nets became denser and denser, and he became more and more skilled at dimensional construction.

He began to incorporate other things into the threads: mystical powers, cursed memes, and even fate itself.

Eventually, the spider web was transformed into cloth, and thus the hermit's robe was born.

"Amazing skill," Richard exclaimed sincerely as he awoke from his hallucination.

Without a doubt, this technique, known as the Dimensional Line Weaving Method, is an extremely advanced one. The various operations involved would require thousands of years, even several epochs, to study.

Richard was almost certain that no creature in the entire world community, except for the remnant soul of the Titan King, could possess a technology more advanced than this dimensional compilation method.

With a gentle lift of his hand, Richard unleashed a massive amount of dimensional power that shifted and transformed in his palm, eventually coalescing into a single thread.

This thread appears incredibly fragile, as if it would snap at the slightest touch. But in reality, it is an extremely degraded Miracle Dimension; without the power of a Overlord, it cannot be harmed in the slightest.

This is only the initial dimensional thread.

Richard held the silk thread, and suddenly a metallic scraping sound rang out from his body. The dark mountain and sea, like a black snake, emerged from Richard's sleeve.

Richard grasped the mountains, seas, and dimensional lines together, and then the power of the dimensions began to flow.

The vast dimensional power transformed into an extremely complex array in Richard's palm, which, from the outside, resembled an extremely intricate spider web.

Under the influence of the formation, the dimensional threads merged with the mountains and seas.

hum!
Terrifying energy erupted from the mountains and seas, almost instantly wiping out the ether within a radius of tens of thousands of miles.

The mountains and seas, infused with dimensional threads, writhe like snakes, revealing a transformation akin to the evolution of life itself.

Although dimensional threads can be man-made, they are an extraordinary treasure. The dimensional thread weaving method includes techniques specifically designed to integrate dimensional threads into other objects.

Richard's eyes shifted; the appearance of the mountains and seas faded before his eyes, replaced by a complex array of rules.

Within Shan Hai's body, there are currently three rules. One is the material world rule inherent to Shan Hai, which is the foundation of Shan Hai. The second is the dark red abyss rule, which represents abyss incantations.

Finally, there is the rule of miracles, which represents the dimensional threads that Richard has just merged into.

These three rules are currently colliding and merging. Among them, the rules of the material world are the weakest, because the rules of the illusory world can encompass the rules of the material world. The rules of the abyss are the most resistant, because the abyss never submits to the weak.

The most enormous, of course, is the dimensional thread that Richard incorporated, his rules of miracles.

The power of dimensions continued to flow into the mountains and seas, and the miraculous rules representing the dimensional threads gradually suppressed the other two rules.

Ultimately, the Abyss also succumbed to the rules of miracles, becoming part of the overall coordination of the rules of miracles.

The evolution of mountains and seas was thus completed.

hum!
Another buzzing sound rang out.

The mountains and seas, now incorporating dimensional threads, appear unchanged, yet they exude an aura of vastness and immensity.

It was as if it were not just a chain, but an infinitely vast world.

"That's truly superb skill."

As he gazed at the mountains and sea, a look of intoxication flashed in his eyes.

Once integrated with dimensional threads, the mountains and seas are no longer in danger of being destroyed. This is because the mountains and seas themselves are equivalent to a tangible dimension.

Unless one possesses the power to shatter a medium-sized world in one blow, the Mountain and Sea are essentially indestructible.

Moreover, because the material world rules governing the mountains and seas are overseen, Richard doesn't even need to find rules for the mountains and seas; they have a complete set of rules of their own.

In other words, enchanting is no longer necessary for the game.

Richard can directly create rules within the mountains and seas to achieve the effects he desires. Even if the rules he needs are not available, the mountains and seas can replenish themselves by absorbing substances that possess the corresponding rules.

Of course, all of this comes at a price.

In the past, the Mountain and Sea consumed energy, the power of the abyss. But now, every move the Mountain and Sea makes consumes dimensional power.

But compared to the changes in the mountains and seas, it's all worth it.

Richard carefully put away the mountains and seas, and a dimensional rift unfolded before him.

In the past twelve hours, Richard has completed the alliance with the Spirit Desert Civilization.

The technical exchange has been reached, and Richard now needs to return to the Wizarding Alliance to prepare the first batch of support supplies.

Behind the rift lies a vast, boundless void, resembling the gaping maw of a colossal beast.

Richard suddenly shivered.

He could sense that misfortune had begun to unfold.

(End of this chapter)