The Wizard: From Zero-Ring Wizard to Almighty Lord.

Silent all night.

The next morning, the sun shone brightly, and the clean, bright light fell on the spire of the wizard's tower, as if coating the entire tower with a thin layer of honey.

At the deepest and highest point of the tower, there is a spacious bedroom.

All four sides are one-way glass, so you can see the beautiful scenery outside from the inside, but you can't see anything from the outside.

The morning light slanted in, warming the dark wooden floor and making the air seem softer.

Since Lynn's wizard tower was built, this bedroom has hardly been lived in.

Lynn either spends all her time in the lab or naps on the old sofa in the living room.

Beverly came to tidy up every day, opening the windows and changing the sheets. There was always a faint scent of pine and lavender in the house, so it didn't look deserted.

But it was still deserted, like a forgotten showroom.

Today is different.

Beside the spacious bed, Lynn lazily raised her hand, and with a flick of her finger, the clothes in the wardrobe flew over one after another like obedient servants:

A linen undershirt, a vest, trousers, and finally a dark blue wizard's robe with silver patterns were worn over his body, the buttons fastened by themselves, and the hem of the robe hanging down naturally.

A very soft, nasal moan came from the bed.

Lynn looked down.

Snow-white shoulders, a slender nape of the neck, disheveled black hair, and a section of her waistline disappearing into the blankets.

The blanket only covered her waist, revealing a large expanse of her fair back, which was even more alluring than if she were fully covered.

Evelyn lay there with her face turned to the side, her eyelashes casting thin shadows under her eyes, like a satiated and sleepy cat.

"Boom, boom, boom."

A familiar rhythm came from outside the door, followed by Beverly's slightly hesitant voice:
"Sir, the two distinguished guests you mentioned have arrived. I have already invited them to sit down in the reception room."

Lynn hummed in agreement, her voice still hoarse from just waking up: "Okay, I'll be right there."

The conversation eventually woke the person in bed. Long eyelashes fluttered, and a pair of shimmering, watery eyes slowly opened.

Evelyn was momentarily confused, then pursed her lower lip, reached out and pulled the blanket up to cover her entire face, leaving only a strand of long hair sticking out from under the blanket.

The mighty Feathered Serpent God is actually cheating.

"Aren't you getting up?" Lynn glanced at her, his tone tinged with amusement and helplessness.

A muffled voice came from under the covers: "...Hmph. You went too far last night. My back and legs are aching and my bones feel like they're falling apart... Let me sleep a little longer."

Upon hearing this, Lynn's lips twitched, but her smile deepened.

He knew, of course, that he hadn't controlled himself last night.

A level three archmage's perfect physique is ultimately too much of a bully against someone like Evelyn...

"Okay, you can sleep now." He leaned over and gently patted the blanket.
"But you'll have to clean up the mess you made yesterday. Especially with Astrid... you'd better appease her, I don't want to see her crying and threatening to kill herself..."

Before he could finish speaking and Evelyn could refute him, he had already transformed into a streak of bluish-gray light and vanished in the center of the bedroom with a "whoosh," leaving only a very faint fluctuation of mental energy.

Two muffled groans came from under the covers, accompanied by soft mutterings. It was impossible to tell if they were cursing him as a bastard or complaining about something...

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Lynn's wizard tower is layered from bottom to top, with the middle floor serving as the reception room.

Beverly has already made sure the two guests from afar are settled in.

In the spacious hall, outside the floor-to-ceiling windows are mountains where the morning mist has not yet completely dissipated, and the sunlight cuts in at an angle, casting long patches of light on the dark carpet.

A faint scent of pine resin and incense wafted in the air, mingling with the warmth emanating from a bright orange drink on the table.

That is the unique "Sunrise Marrow Essence" of the Temple of Life. Drinking it can slightly invigorate the blood and spirit, and its color is as tempting as melting amber.

Hedley sat on a single sofa by the window, relaxed yet not lax.

He gently lifted his cuffs, revealing a silver-gray bracelet on his wrist, with fine, intricate blue-green ripples appearing like waves on the surface of water.

That was Tina's vessel; mental fluctuations circulated within the ring, like whispered imprisoned fireflies.

"Tina... what do you think of this Morning Star Wizard who calls himself Qinglin?"

Hedley was ultimately only at the third level of perfection, just one step away from the Morning Star realm. He only had a vague understanding of the depth of that realm, which is why he asked such a question.

The fluctuations in the bracelet paused slightly, as if someone was deep in thought.

A moment later, Tina's voice came through, soft and clear, with a hint of scrutinizing coolness:

"Qinglin Wizard... On the surface, he is at the early stage of level four, but his behavior is definitely not like someone who has just stepped into Morning Star."

She paused, her voice lowering as if afraid something inside the tower would hear her:
"At the early stage of Level 4, he dares to disregard the Rogers family. Although his Temple of Life is within the Furnace Stone's sphere of influence, the Rogers family has many roundabout ways to make a move... assassination, proxies, using others to do the dirty work... but he remains calm and collected. This shows that he has plenty of trump cards up his sleeve. Even if the Rogers family sends a Morning Star who is stronger than him, he feels that he can handle it."

"Furthermore, when we first arrived at the foot of the tower, we both sensed the stargate on the top floor. A Level 4 early stage, controlling a supernatural force the size of a kingdom, and still able to spare the resources to build a stargate... Even within the Rogers family, such a Level 4 early stage person is living too comfortably. Ordinary people would have to reach the mid-Level 4 stage to barely be able to afford such a display."

"Either he has a powerful backer, or he has had some extraordinary stroke of luck and encountered some incredible adventure. In short, this Qinglin cannot be judged by ordinary standards."

"However... we are currently friends with him, not enemies, and we have an agreement in place, so there is no need to worry too much."

After listening, Hedley frowned slightly, picked up the orange-yellow drink on the table, and took a small sip.

The liquid slid down his throat, bringing a warm sensation, but it couldn't completely dispel the chill in his heart. He put down the cup, his gaze fixed on the gradually brightening mountain ridge outside the window, his voice lowered even further:
“When the Morning Star Wizard is near his own wizard tower, his combat power can more than double, or even exceed it... I always feel that if he really wants to make a move, the two of us combined might not be enough to warm him up.”

Upon hearing this, Tina simply smiled faintly. That smile held absolute certainty.

“We escaped from the Abyss Furnace to get here… The Green Forest Wizard is a smart man; he knows we have ways to save our lives… For a rational Morning Star Wizard, achieving our goal is enough; there’s no need to create unnecessary complications or introduce unforeseen variables.”

Of course, there was another half-sentence she didn't say:

The Green Forest Wizard was confident he could hold off the Rogers family's pursuers;
She was also confident that even if she stepped into his territory and made this deal with him, she wouldn't be easily taken advantage of. She had her trump cards.

The hall fell silent for a moment, with only the sunlight reflecting off the one-way glass, creating tiny specks of light that resembled countless lurking eyes, slowly shifting.

While waiting, the two of them looked out the window at the same time.

The scene was quite bizarre: several floating cafes drifted in mid-air, with vines and magical cables wrapped around the glass dome, and steam and spice mist overflowing from the open archways.

In the distance, layers upon layers of floating structures, spires, arched bridges, and suspended staircases intertwine, resembling a labyrinth lifted by the wind. Figures move among them, wizards and apprentices draped in robes, some chanting incantations in hushed tones, others calibrating the floating array, the enchanted objects in their hands faintly glowing.

The air seemed to be filled with a tense atmosphere that was about to explode.

“Those wizards and apprentices… seem to be preparing for war.” Hedley narrowed his eyes, his voice low. “The Wizard of Greenwood has almost finished arranging the expedition.”

“Yes,” Tina replied softly, a hint of weary amusement in her voice.

"When he told us the truth, that plane was already half-conquered and almost taken over. It shouldn't take too long."

But since they've chosen this path, they can only accompany Qinglin to completely flatten that plane.

Only by receiving enough World Origin can Tina's injuries be healed.

They didn't have to wait too long.

A faint spiritual fluctuation emanated from the depths of the tower, like a ripple on the surface of water.

Immediately afterward, footsteps approached, and Lynn and Beverly appeared.

Lynn's gaze swept over the two of them, his voice gentle:

"You two have traveled here without stopping since leaving the Dark Wizards' Conference. You must be tired from your journey. Would you like to rest for a while?"

“No need,” Tina spoke first, her voice calm to the point of being almost indifferent.
“The Wizard of Qinglin said before that we could start the interdimensional expedition as soon as we arrived. The Rogers family’s troubles could come at any time. My profile is too big. If we continue to delay, it might implicate you.”

She paused, raised her eyes slightly, and looked directly at Lynn: "It's best to complete the deal as soon as possible."

Upon hearing this, Lynn chuckled inwardly.

The Rogers family's troubles? He'd already run into them.

That mid-level level 4 Berserker Thorn Wizard had been personally sealed away by him and thrown into the Azure Sky Spirit.

But there's no need for him to reveal this. Since Tina is so certain, let her remain certain.

Since the other party has no intention of taking a break, he is happy to start work as soon as possible and finish as soon as possible.

"Alright. Beverly, pass down the order: recharge the stargate, recalibrate the coordinates, and put everyone on standby."

Lynn turned his head and whispered instructions to the figure behind him.

Beverly wore a form-fitting black and white maid outfit, the hem of which swayed as she nodded slightly.

Without saying much, she turned and walked away with small, quick steps, soon disappearing into the shadow of the spiral staircase.

"Please come with me, both of you."

Lynn said no more and led Hadley and Tina toward the top of the tower.

The tower of the Morning Star Wizard is never an inanimate object.

It is covered with layers of arrays, which can silently absorb the spiritual power of all wizards within its range. Even a wisp of spiritual power will be gathered into a torrent and poured into its master, making the power double or several times in its own territory.

The top should have been a sharp sword tip, piercing straight into the sky.

In reality, the sword tip was flattened, transforming into a wide platform.

The platform was scattered with various instruments: humming crystal arrays, floating rune spheres, copper supports wrapped with magic tubes... and right in the center was the Star Gate.

When Lynn and his two companions arrived, everything was ready.

He had sent people ahead of time to prepare, not only notifying those below to prepare for battle, but also assigning special personnel to maintain the stability of the star gate without stopping for a moment.

On the platform, numerous figures moved back and forth: a wizard bent down to calibrate the coordinate disk, his fingers slid rapidly across the copper disk engraved with runes;
An apprentice was carrying a thick stack of shimmering crystal plates, chanting incantations in a low voice, his voice fragmented, like the wind rustling through withered leaves.

The acrid smell in the air grew stronger and stronger. It was the caramel smell of various magic stones burning at high speed in the furnace core, mixed with the pungent smell of overheated metal, and the afterglow of an explosive electric arc.

The entire platform seemed to tremble slightly, like a giant beast about to awaken.

The moment Lynn appeared, all movement stopped abruptly. Several people took a deep breath, bowed even lower, and spoke in unison, their voices filled with undisguised reverence:
"I have met the Lord of the Palace!"

Lynn casually waved his hand and said in a flat voice, "No need for formalities, please continue."

Everyone stood up in response, but their movements were a beat faster than before, as if they were afraid of being blamed if they were even a second slower.

Lynn walked straight ahead, with Hadley following closely behind. He casually rolled up his sleeve, letting Tina in the bracelet take in everything in front of him.

There stood a colossal object, a circular doorway over ten zhang high, its frame forged from dark meteorite iron, its surface densely covered with ancient runes, which now emitted a faint, cold light, like countless tiny stars breathing on the iron.

There was no void inside the door, only distorted space in various colors:

The ribbons were swirled into a vortex by the gale, and the fragments of the plane tore at each other, devoured each other, and merged together. Light overflowed from it, casting long, eerie rainbow shadows on the platform, making everyone's face flicker between light and shadow.

Hadley's gaze was drawn in, a chill creeping into his heart. Behind that door seemed not to be another world, but an abyss that devoured everything.

Let alone someone like Hadley who is at the peak of the third level, even Lynn, a Morning Star wizard, would feel a chill run down his spine when he stood outside the Stargate and gazed inside.

The myriad realms are boundless and contain countless wonders. Even a being like His Majesty the Radiant Moon would not dare to claim that he understands them all.

No matter how powerful the Morning Star Wizard is, he is only a "watcher" who has barely touched the threshold.

The scene inside the star gate began to solidify slowly as the wizards made their adjustments.

First, the colorful, distorted space gradually contracted, transforming into a dazzling starry river. A band of light, like the Milky Way, stretched across the void, with countless stars flowing within it, like living creatures swimming.

The camera zooms in again, revealing galaxies one after another in the vast expanse of space: rotating arms, blazing star cores, and icy dark matter clouds...

Zoom in again, and the image freezes on a lonely star.

In the next instant, mountains, rivers, plains, plateaus, and canyons appeared one by one on the surface of the star.

The clouds rolled, the ocean reflected the starlight, and on land, one could even vaguely see traces of greenery intertwined with ash.

Lynn's eyes narrowed slightly as memories flooded back.

The Spirit-Eyed Wizard once led a large army on a dimensional expedition to this star.

That war was fierce and bloody; although it failed to completely conquer the territory, it forcibly tore apart half of it.

Therefore, the Spirit Eye Wizard had already thoroughly surveyed this plane and completed more than half of the work.

Lynn inherited the role, requiring no extensive prior preparations such as surveying the plane's conditions or inspecting the local cultivation system. He simply needed to systematically conquer this plane of existence! (End of Chapter)