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

"Finally, I've broken through to the mid-stage of level four..."

On the deserted island, Lynn squeezed the Azure Sky Spirit in his palm, exhaled a breath of stale air, and murmured these words.

The path of a wizard, from weak to strong, is divided into several major realms, and every three major realms are called a stage.

The transition from first-level apprenticeship to third-level apprenticeship is a major stage, known as wizard apprenticeship;

The progression from a first-level wizard to a third-level grand wizard is a stage, known as a formal wizard.
The transition from fourth-level wizard to sixth-level wizard is a major stage, known as the Morning Star Wizard.

Lynn has progressed through three major stages in his cultivation, from a first-level apprentice to a fourth-level Morning Star Wizard.

In both the wizard apprentice stage and the formal wizard stage, his training speed was quite fast.

Let alone breakthroughs in minor realms like the early, middle, and late stages of a Level 1 Wizard, even breaking through from Level 1 to Level 2, or from Level 2 to Level 3 Grand Wizard...

His cultivation speed is quite fast.

But since becoming a Morning Star Wizard, Lynn's training speed has slowed down considerably.

All things considered, it should have been several decades since he became a Level 4 Morning Star Wizard, but Lynn has only just broken through to the mid-stage of Level 4 Morning Star Wizard.

A level four Morning Star Wizard can also be level four late stage, level four peak stage, and only after that can a level five wizard be built...

It is conceivable that the time and difficulty required for cultivation will increase accordingly as one progresses.

"While it's true that I'm at the Morning Star Wizard stage, and I'm exposed to new things, namely the power of rules... the main reason is that I don't have a systematic cultivation lineage, so I'm still not very clear about this level..."

Lynn spoke softly, revealing that he had obtained the secret technique for refining rules from Tina, whom he met at the Black Wizards' Exchange Meeting.

Before that, he knew absolutely nothing about any secret techniques related to accelerating the understanding and cultivation of rules.

Thinking of this, Lynn looked again at the Azure Sky Spirit lying quietly in his palm. The maple tree was still quietly recuperating inside the Azure Sky Spirit, and he didn't know when it would regain consciousness.

The maple tree's true form was not only a nature wizard of the same profession as him, but also a sixth-level Morning Star wizard who had reached perfection, that is, the ultimate Morning Star realm.

If it recovers, it will surely be able to guide Lynn's training on the Path of the Morning Star, thus saving him countless troubles...

"However, before Maple fell into a coma, he said he was in extremely poor condition and would need to recuperate for a long time... I wonder when he will be able to wake up..."

Lynn frowned, but then he thought that he hadn't broken through to the Morning Star Wizard level back then, so Maple Tree didn't think he was qualified to charge the Azure Sky Spirit.

Therefore, that judgment should all be based on the premise that the Spirit of the Azure Sky remains unchanged.

But now, he has broken through to the Morning Star Wizard level and controls two rudimentary civilization planes. The faith of the Lord of Life and the Church of Life has spread, and the Spirit of the Azure Sky has also begun to receive faith, enabling it to continuously repair and recover...

Therefore, theoretically speaking, as long as one keeps feeding the Azure Sky Spirit and giving it enough faith power, one will surely be able to restore the Azure Sky Spirit's foundation.

Thus, the will of the maple tree residing in the deepest part of the Azure Sky Spirit can also be nurtured accordingly, and perhaps it can recover sooner.

Until the maple tree recovers, Lynn doesn't need to worry about his cultivation progress.

The Berserker Thorn Wizard's soul essence can still activate the secret technique nine times, and his comprehension of the rules of life can continue for at least two more times.

"That's alright... However, I need to prepare in advance. After I've used up all my insights into the life rules of the Mad Thorn Wizard, I'll need a backup plan..."

Thinking of this, a cold glint flashed in Lynn's eyes.

In fact, he already had someone in mind: the Tree of Iro, the one from the Wind Elf tribe who killed the Spirit-Eyed Wizard.

Lynn originally harbored murderous intent towards Ilo because of the death of the Spirit-Eyed Wizard and his interest in the combat rules embodied in Ilo.

Coincidentally, this secret technique of refining rules now requires comprehension of the rules of life, and Yiluo's fourth-level comprehension is also of the rule of life type.

"Killing Yiluo is a win-win-win situation. Not only can I get revenge, but I can also obtain the rules of combat and improve my understanding of the rules of life... With Yiluo's understanding of the rules of life... perhaps I can smoothly progress through the fourth stage!"

Thinking of this, Lynn's eyes burned with desire, and he began to look forward to what was happening in the Nightmare Rift.

Previously, Wizard Ald came in person, representing the Wizard Council, and accompanied Ophiuchus into the Spirit Eye Plane, where they extracted tremendous information from the captured native deity.

The existence of the Old Ones within the Nightmare Rift will inevitably attract the attention of the Wizarding Council.

Counting the days, it has been about three months since I completely absorbed the Spirit Eye plane and went into seclusion to break through.

Meanwhile, within the Mountain City, the nine major Radiant Moon forces must have already finished their discussions and devised a strategy to deal with the Nightmare Rift Valley.

Just as Lynn was thinking this, the Lord of Life suddenly sent him a message, which was actually a message from the Temple of Life in the Wizarding World.

The message was sent three days ago, but because Lynn was in seclusion breaking through, the Lord of Life did not dare to disturb him and only notified him after Lynn came out of seclusion.

It is worth mentioning that after Lynn completely unified the Spirit Eye Plane, most of the wizard legions and alchemist armies had withdrawn, leaving only a small portion to maintain order.

It also serves as a channel for communication with the wizarding world; for example, the Lord of Life is able to receive messages from the Temple of Life thanks to this.

The news was simple yet important: something had changed in Nightmare Rift Valley. In the Mountain City, the nine major forces of Radiant Moon had finally come up with a plan and launched an operation against Nightmare Rift Valley!
Lynn and his Temple of Life are not far from Nightmare Rift. As a Morning Star Wizard, he was naturally recruited by the Wizarding Council.

However, thanks to the fact that he handed over the infected native gods during the previous battle in the Spirit Eye Plane, he received an additional exemption from the Wizard Council.

This time, it was Wizard Alder who informed him whether he wanted to use his immunity to avoid the battle in the Nightmare Rift.

After reading the information, Lynn did not hesitate at all and decided to participate in the Nightmare Rift Valley operation.

As for the exemption granted to him by the Wizarding Council, he could use it for other purposes, such as to offset the mandatory tasks imposed by the Wizarding Council every so often.

"Of course... we need to make some preparations before leaving..."

Lynn flicked his finger, and the Azure Sky Spirit shot out on its own, heading towards a certain direction beyond the deserted island, which was none other than the location of the Lord of Life.

Because Lynn still needs the Lord of Life to absorb the power of faith to restore the Spirit of the Azure Sky, he cannot take the Spirit of the Azure Sky away directly.

However, the battle in Nightmare Rift Valley will inevitably involve a clash between level seven Radiant Moon Lords, so the level of danger is self-evident.

As the Azure Sky Spirit was Lynn's greatest means of survival, he couldn't leave it behind. So Lynn specially opened the Balance Space and threw in the level three black dragon, forming a balance anchor point.

In this way, even if something happens to him in the Nightmare Rift, he can use the Scales to send the Lord of Life and the Spirit of the Azure Sky over immediately.

"It's this balance anchor point... There are only five in total... During the wizard apprentice stage, I gave it to Beverly, to control the entire Temple of Life;
I gave the first stage to Sonia, an old friend whose fate is unknown. If I were to revoke her identity, she might die instantly, so I had to keep her. As for the second stage, it's to control Astrid, keeping her in line so I can have peace of mind..."

"And the level four Spirit Eye Wizard is dead... so if you think about it carefully, only the level three black dragon can be considered relatively agile..."

Thinking about this, Lynn felt a bit annoyed. The Golden Scales' anchor point teleportation was indeed very useful, so he would have to replenish the anchor points when he had the chance...

Thinking this, Lynn activated the anchor point of the golden scales, stepped into it, selected Beverly's anchor point to return to the wizarding world, and sent a message to Wizard Ald along the way...

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Nightmare Rift Valley.

This place was originally sealed off by the army dispatched by the Wizard Council, with intersecting barriers and continuous magic arrays, almost turning the entire area into an iron barrel.

However, the blockade collapsed after that anomalous level seven creature instantly annihilated more than thirty Morning Star Wizards.

The garrisoned wizard legion retreated en masse, all the way to the depths of the Red Swamp, no longer daring to approach easily.

Thus, a strange vacuum zone appeared around the Nightmare Rift Valley.

Looking down from high above, the dark, narrow rift valley appears as a scar descended from the heavens, tearing the entire land apart.

The crack was deep and endless, its destination unknown.

The darkness inside the rift was so thick it was almost tangible, as if it were alive, rising and falling slowly, like it was breathing.

Just a moment of staring at it sends chills down your spine.

During this time, with the withdrawal of the Wizard Council's army, Nightmare Rift Valley became unusually quiet.

That terrifying, abnormal level seven being did not make another move.

Even so, the Morning Star Wizards and even lower-ranking formal wizards outside the city were still filled with unease.

No one can be sure whether the being within that rift will one day emerge from the abyss and descend upon the earth.

However, contrary to outside speculation, the atmosphere deep within the Nightmare Rift Valley was extremely eerie. It seemed that the unusual level-seven creature had suffered a setback here.

This is the deepest part of the rift valley.

There was no light, no sound, only endless darkness.

Logically speaking, darkness should be formless and without shape.

But at this moment, those deep shadows seemed to transform into a surging ocean, with towering black tides rolling and surging, layer upon layer, like a raging sea, sealing off a figure in the center.

That figure was almost impossible to describe with any shape.

It resembles a person but is not a person, it resembles an object but is not an object.

Sometimes it resembles a distorted human silhouette, sometimes it expands into a sphere, and then collapses into a sharply defined cube in the next instant.

Space around it constantly shifts, stretches, and folds, enough to shatter one's sanity simply by looking at it.

At the same time, it continued to utter intermittent babbling.

The sound did not travel through the air, but resounded directly into the depths of the soul.

Whispers overlapped, their meaning fragmented, carrying some incomprehensible ancient rhythm that confused the listener's thoughts, sank their consciousness, and gradually eroded their reason.

This power is clearly a product of the ancient god civilization.

And that figure was none other than Sel, the current leader of the Meteorite Council.

He absorbed the "opportunity" bestowed by the Goddess of Darkness, refined the creation from the ancient god civilization, and thus broke through to the seventh level in one fell swoop.

Before the refining process, Sel was full of ambition.

He believed that once he reached the seventh level, he would be able to suppress that madness, harness the power of the ancient gods, and use it for his own purposes.

However, reality was completely different from what he had imagined. As he broke through to the seventh level, the madness of the ancient god also completely spiraled out of control.

The current Ser has no clear form; his very existence is a chaotic distortion.

More insane than the ancient gods, more chaotic than the abyss, he tried to control madness, but in the end, he became madness itself.

Above the boundless sea of ​​darkness, a thick mass of darkness is slowly solidifying.

The darkness was shaped by some kind of will, and eventually turned into the wreckage of a tilting and collapsing high-rise building.

The broken walls floated in the void, the steel bars twisted and exposed like withered bones, and the half-collapsed structure silently floated above the black tide, like the ruins of a destroyed civilization.

At the very top of the wreckage was a terrace lifted up by darkness.

On the terrace, an elegant long table and a single chair are quietly placed, the tabletop is tidy, and there is even a cup of beverage with a pale blue glow on it.

The woman sitting in the chair was absolutely stunning.

The moment she appeared, it was as if all the darkness had been stripped of its color, leaving only her glowing, as if she were the master of this darkness.

A long black dress covered her entire body; the fabric was thin yet resilient, like a living shadow, clinging tightly to every curve.

Her chest was taut and full, with an exaggeratedly high curve that rose and fell slightly with each shallow breath. Her waist was incredibly slender, so delicate that it could be encircled with one hand, making her extremely alluring.

The skirt split open from the outside of her thighs, so high it was almost audacious, revealing two long, jade-like legs.

At this moment, her two long, beautiful legs were naturally crossed, one on top of the other, in an extremely lazy posture.

Above her jade-like feet were a pair of jet-black high heels, the heels thin and pointed, and when they lightly touched the ground, the dark abyss below trembled beneath them.

Her long hair was pure night color, flowing from her shoulders to her slender waist, or even lower. The hair was thick and slightly curled, yet it floated eerily in the windless void.

A few strands of hair fell onto her chest, gently brushing against the fabric with her breath, creating a soft rustling sound.

Her stunning face held a faint smile, her beautiful eyes were deep and alluring, and beneath her high, straight nose, her red lips curved slightly.

Below, the dark sea surged and roared, its layers of black waves relentlessly suppressing the nearly insane Sel.

Countless distorted whispers echoed in the abyss, yet she sat calmly on the terrace.

She is the goddess of darkness, Shar, a renowned being throughout the myriad realms, and the deity who bestowed upon Shar that "opportunity".

Shar raised her hand slightly, her fingers slender and long, her nails gleaming with a faint, cool light. She picked up the pale blue drink and slowly brought it to her lips for a small sip.

The pale blue liquid lingered on her lips for a moment, then her pink tongue gently swept across the corner of her lips, rolling the remaining liquid into her mouth.

The movements were slow and languid, carrying a unique allure.

This time, she was completely different from the last time.

When she last descended upon the wizarding world, she did not dare to venture there in her true form, and could only condense a clone using the power of darkness.

Now, her skin is fair and delicate, radiating a natural warmth and color, and her breathing is slightly undulating.

It was not formed from pure energy, but rather from the body of a deity with flesh and blood.

Whether it is the original body or not, no one knows, but this body is by no means a simple projection; it is at least a divine avatar.

She looked down at Sel, who was struggling and twisting in the dark sea below, and her smile faded, her brows furrowing slightly.

"Truly a piece of trash..."

Her voice was soft and gentle, yet it made the entire surging dark sea pause.

“I specifically selected a relatively weak Great Old One from the ancient god civilization… It’s only at the seventh level, yet it can’t even suppress this.”

She gave a soft hum.

The black waves suddenly surged, and Sel, who was suppressed by the boundless dark sea, seemed to be subjected to even more terrifying suppression this time. His form changed from an "amorphous" state to a human form.

"He even deliberately rushed out of the rift, revealing his whereabouts and alerting the Wizard Council to the anomaly... He's really useless."

Her gaze shifted slightly.

"If it weren't for this time... when I sensed a trace of 'Scales'... you piece of trash, why would I have kept you alive until now..."

Her slender, white fingers gently slid along the rim of the glass, slowly turning it. The pale blue liquid rippled, reflecting the faint smile on her lips.

"And now... the fragments of the scales have appeared... Although it was unexpected, you, this piece of trash, still have some use, so I'll keep you around for a while..."

"If you can take this opportunity to suppress the will of the ancient ruler Itakya, perhaps you can recover..."

As she spoke, the slender fingers of the goddess of darkness, Shar, gently tapped the wine glass.

At the same time, as she continued to move, the dark tide below also changed accordingly.

The power emanating from the endless darkness grew stronger and stronger, constantly suppressing the erosion of the ancient god civilization within Ser and helping him maintain his sanity...

Ser's previous form was clearly due to his failure to refine Itakua, and he was instead infected and eroded by Itakua. If left unchecked...

Then Itakya will be reborn in his body and, in turn, refine him.

At this point, even an ordinary Radiant Moon Lord would be powerless to help Ser in the slightest.

However, the Dark Goddess Shar is no ordinary Radiant Moon Princess; she is one of the top powerhouses standing in all the heavens and myriad realms.

Her reckless actions sparked a war between the wizarding and divine civilizations, yet she emerged unscathed, demonstrating her power.

With the help of the dark goddess Shar, Sel had a second chance to refine Itakua. If he succeeded this time, he might truly reach the seventh level.

If she still fails, then this seemingly elegant and noble dark goddess Shar is by no means as soft and alluring as she appears on the surface.

Having lost its usefulness, Ser would likely suffer an even more tragic fate in her hands than if it were turned around and refined by Ithaca… (End of Chapter)