The wizard era begins with the alchemist wizard

Chapter 884 The Great Mechanical Festival
“Lord of the Underworld, mediation is not just about your side. I will also be on the Cursed Demon's side,” Richard replied calmly.

He understood the two layers of meaning in the underworld's words, but if he spoke now, it would surely provoke an outrageous demand.

The two parties seeking a favor are in different positions.

Moreover, in Li Kan's view, allowing the Ghost Clan to join the Wizard Alliance was already a good thing.

Otherwise, he could have joined forces with the World Tree and the Cursed Demon Empire to make the Youha Clan disappear from this world cluster.

"Go to the Cursed Demon's place?"

The Netherworld Ruler revealed a smile, a smile that conveyed only one meaning—mockery.

"My lord Alchemist, you probably don't know what cursed demons are. These creatures are demons, and in their eyes, all other beings have only one name—slaves!"

As he spoke, he leaned back, as if addressing all the rulers of the entire council hall.

"I think you all still remember that unfortunate fellow, that ruler from another civilization."

Richard raised an eyebrow and looked at the Great World Tree beside him.

The Great World Tree explained, "In the past, the Cursed Demon Empire enslaved rulers from other worlds and used them as weapons of war."

The Lord of the Underworld looked at Richard and calmly asked, "Your Excellency Alchemist, do you think you can escape from the clutches of the Cursed Demon Kings? And two of them at that."

Richard smiled and leaned back as well.

That's my problem.

"Then please come back after you've mediated the cursed demon, Your Excellency Alchemist." Youming stood up, and a dimensional gate woven from roots appeared behind him.

"As long as the cursed demons cease hostilities, we will naturally cease hostilities as well."

With that, he strode into the door, paying no attention to the other rulers in the conference room.

The Great World Tree watched the Netherworld Ruler depart without intervening to stop him.

Although he was very unhappy with the behavior of the Netherworld Ruler, without the assistance of the World Tree, he could only defeat the Netherworld by a small margin.

It's a waste of time and energy to fight over such a trivial matter.

After the Netherworld Ruler left, the patriarch of the Xiling Clan also stood up.

He bowed slightly to the Great World Tree and then said, "Old Tree, if you can't handle the Netherworld, our agreement is useless."

As he spoke, a dimensional gate appeared behind him.

However, this time the Great World Tree made its move.

"That stubborn mule Youming is gone, so it won't delay our meeting."

As they spoke, the dimensional gate of the Xiling Clan Chief was instantly sealed by several roots.

"The alchemist has another piece of news to tell you."

The chieftain of the Xiling tribe, somewhat embarrassed, returned to his chair. Then, the Great World Tree revealed the news of the revitalization of artifacts from the previous civilization.

"Mechanics, your people love collecting things from previous civilizations. Haven't you noticed anything amiss?" the Great World Tree asked.

The mechanical race chieftain shook his head.

“I can say with absolute certainty that none of my children have ever encountered a similar situation.”

However, despite saying that, a shadow still fell over the mechanical race chieftain's heart.

The machine race has a habit of implanting parts from previous civilizations into their bodies. If such a phenomenon of activation truly exists, then his children might be...

The chieftain of the mechanical race dared not think any further.

“You needn’t worry so much,” Richard suddenly said. “I have ways of identifying those who have been corrupted. If they haven’t been completely devoured, I might still be able to save their souls.”

Moreover, the civilization devourers may indeed not have activated those backup plans.

After all, the Natural Federation is too far away from him. Activating it now will not only not cause trouble, but will also unite us.

Steam rose from the head of the mechanical race chieftain, as if he were sighing.

“In that case, I’ll have to trouble you to check it for me. We’re about to hold the Great Mechanic Festival, and all the machine races will be returning to the Mother World.”

Richard nodded and smiled, "It's my duty, and I can't shirk it."

As they spoke, no one noticed the dark glint that flashed in the eyes of the Xiling Clan Chief.

……

The meeting concluded, and although no agreement was reached, it certainly exposed many problems.

The main reason for the war between the Natural Federation and the Cursed Demon Empire lies with the Cursed Demon Empire, while the attitude of the Natural Federation is actually not important—if the Cursed Demon Empire is willing to cease hostilities, then the Natural Federation must also cease hostilities.

Otherwise, the Natural Federation would be challenging the entire Wizard Alliance with the power of a single civilization.

While the Wizarding Alliance is currently powerless against the Civilization Devourers, it is still capable of controlling the Natural Federation. With the alliance of the Cursed Demon Empire, the Natural Federation faces only one path: annihilation.

Within the bewitching dimension, Richard's true form stroked his chin. He felt that going to the Cursed Demon Empire now would be more useful for him.

“However, the Cursed Demon Empire is so unfriendly, going there directly might not be an option.” Richard pondered to himself, casually crushing the soul of a level four creature and throwing it into the Miracle Furnace for refining.

These souls trapped in the mist, after years of erosion, have essentially become part of the mist dimension. Therefore, both these souls and the spirits of the mist can be refined to extract soul essence.

"We still need to recover our strength as soon as possible. The personality development of those two souls should also be put on the agenda."

Within his dimension of miracles, there are still two dominant souls that have not been dealt with. The personalities of these two souls have been obliterated, and he must reconstruct their personalities and infuse them with memories before they can become dominant souls.

If Richard can complete the creation of the personalities of these two souls and prepare bodies for them, then the mediation in the Cursed Demon Empire, whether successful or not, will at least be safe.

However, neither constructing a body nor creating a personality is an easy task.

Constructing a body goes without saying, but crafting a personality is no easy task either. Richard was not editing an infant personality, but a mature, dominant one.

This personality must possess a wealth of memories to sustain itself, and it also needs sufficient knowledge to enable it to fight.

Moreover, the most troublesome thing is that these souls may still contain many chaotic memories. If these memories are normal, that's fine, but if they are tormented memories, then Richard will have to erase these memories.

In short, restoring these two souls to their rightful place is not something that can be accomplished overnight.

Fortunately, Richard wasn't fighting alone.

He can seek help from the Crown of Souls regarding matters of personality, and the gods, due to their Heroic Spirit technology, have also conducted considerable research on the construction of personality.

Although there are many problems within the Wizard Alliance, at this critical juncture, those minor conflicts will not affect the overarching premise of cooperation among civilizations.

As Richard pondered, the thick fog around him suddenly surged, as if a giant beast was approaching.

An immense pressure permeated the heavens and earth. Richard narrowed his eyes, a slightly ferocious smile appearing on his face.

"A ruler? It seems the time it takes to recover its strength will be shortened."

……

Astral Plane, the mother world of the Machine Race.

"This is the mother world of the Machine Race? I never imagined that such a unique world existed in the Astral Plane."

Stepping out of the world's roots, Li looked at the steel plain before him and couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.

The machine race's home world is a medium-sized world, but in this world, Richard felt a sense of being eroded by what seemed like illusory rules.

“Our world is indeed special,” the chieftain of the mechanical race laughed. “According to my investigation, a ruler once fell within this world. This ruler’s dimension was imprinted on the origin of the world, thus creating this world and us.”

Richard recalled the Myriad Machine Dimension he had visited before. The Machine Race's mother world did indeed have many similarities to the Myriad Machine Dimension.

“What a pity,” Richard sighed softly. “I once saw a dimension very similar to this world, but that dimension was devoured by a ruler.”

If not, perhaps you could directly merge that dimension.

Within the Natural Federation, only the Great World Tree and the Netherworld possess complete dimensions. The Great World Tree's existence is due to its age, while the Netherworld's is based on inherited dimensions.

If the Myriad Machines Dimension hadn't been devoured by the Mind Image Overlord, the current Mechanical Clan Chief would definitely have been able to become an Eighth-Level Overlord by using the Myriad Machines Dimension.

The mechanical race chieftain was taken aback.

"...Is that so? That's a real shame."

Deep in the Steel Plains, the chieftain of the Machine Race led Richard to his small workshop.

Compared to the massive, cold-colored metal buildings around it, this small workshop looked extremely backward.

"Sit down, Alchemist. The Great Mechanization Festival is still two months away; perhaps we can have a chat during this time."

“Exchange? Exchange is good.” Richard found a stool in the workshop and sat down. “Exchange is the ladder to progress.”

"Communication is the ladder to progress...that's a good point."

The chieftain of the mechanical race casually tossed a metal ingot into the furnace.

"However, we can put the exchange of knowledge aside for now. I have some information about the Youha Clan that you might find interesting."

"Oh? News from the Youhai Clan?"

Richard's gaze suddenly sharpened, and he thought to himself, "It seems the internal struggles within the Natural Federation are quite intense."

The mechanical clan chief pressed a button on his body, and an invisible barrier of dimensional power immediately enveloped the entire workshop.

“You are an outsider, have no connection with the Youhai Clan, and are the freest, so this message is most suitable for you.”

Richard narrowed his eyes and asked with great interest, "What news could possibly make you so cautious?"

The craftsmanship of this dimensional barrier is clearly visible. This thing is similar to his hermit's robe, both using dimensional power to conceal fate.

However, the mechanical race chieftain's move was far cruder than his hermit's robe.

“This news wouldn’t normally be anything special, but your mention of the revitalization of artifacts from previous civilizations makes this matter somewhat serious,” the mechanical race chieftain said very seriously.

"According to my intelligence, the Netherworld of the Netherworld Clan has hidden something in their mother world, something excavated from the ruins of an ancient civilization."

(End of this chapter)