Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 282 The Legacy of the Void
"Speaking of which, the great wizard Selna..."

Ron replied thoughtfully:

"I have seen this name in some ancient books. It is said to be a powerful being who ascended through the path of truth in the early Third Era, and a pioneer in the study of bloodline mutation and organ transplantation."

“Not bad.” Yutel nodded approvingly.
“Selna is Aiden’s… ninth-generation ancestor? No, it should be tenth-generation ancestor. In any case, it’s a rather distant blood relationship.”

On her deathbed, in accordance with the traditions of her time, she chose to leave her remains in her family.

The original intention was to protect future generations and perhaps provide some guidance at crucial moments, but unexpectedly it brought disaster upon the family instead…

Ron's expression became more focused; he realized that this information was extremely important for understanding the nature of the undead:
"So the Blood King isn't a true Witch King, but rather... a deformed and incomplete being?"

“A very accurate judgment.” Yutel nodded approvingly.

"In a sense, Aiden is more like a continuation of Selna than a true successor."

This is why the other witch kings held him in utter contempt and never regarded him as an equal.

A thoughtful look appeared in Ron's eyes:
"Is this why you dared to tell us these secrets? Because he is no longer able to interfere in the affairs of the main world?"

“Clever.” Yutel’s white eyebrows rose slightly.

"The opportunistic promotion methods prevent the 'King of Blood' from ever reaching the level of a true Witch King."

Now he is trapped in his own country, and his means of influencing the main world are extremely limited.

Moreover, the 'Chaotic Blood World' is itself an extremely rare Type IV plane.

Even after the efforts of two generations, Selna and the 'Blood King,' they have yet to completely conquer it.

The old man's expression became lively, as if he were recalling an interesting past event:
"However, the reason he is so weak and frail now is mainly due to something that happened at the beginning of the Fourth Era, about 4,200 years ago."

At that time, I was a newly promoted Morning Star Wizard.

Meanwhile, Elder Kalix had already reached the level of a Grand Wizard. He challenged the Blood King and won decisively.

Yutel chuckled; he was one of the witnesses to this event.

“Kalix?” Ron knew that name:
"That legendary being who has the power to sever causality and predict outcomes?"

"A legend?" Yutel laughed heartily.

"The dead are always easily glorified. If that old guy knew that he would be recorded as a so-called 'legend' by later generations, I wonder how happy he would be."

He stroked his white beard and continued to recall:

"Kalix's hatred for the 'Blood Lord' has deep-seated reasons."

High Priestess Selna had sponsored many young, gifted wizards, and Kalix was one of them.

Eve asked curiously, "So, Kalix is ​​considered a benefactor of the great wizard Selna?"

“Not only that.” Yutel’s eyes were filled with nostalgia, as if he had experienced it firsthand:
"The great wizard Selna saved Kalix's life."

At that time, Kalix suffered an accident during an exploration of the abyss, was seriously injured, and suffered multiple organ failure.

At the time, the Archmage Selna, who was the head of the School Alliance, personally performed organ replacement surgery on this junior who was also a practitioner of the Authentic Path.

Not only did it save his life, but it also transplanted some special bloodline into him, which directly influenced the development of his later talents.

"So when Callix found out what Aiden had done..."

“He was absolutely furious.” Yutel’s voice also turned cold and sharp:
"I still remember that day when Kalix came to me, his eyes burning with a fury I had never seen before."

He cursed Aiden as a 'traitor to his bloodline,' a 'blasphemer,' and a 'false king.'

He told me that Aiden would definitely pay the price, not for some so-called justice, but simply to avenge the Great Wizard Selna.

Yutel paused for a moment, then continued:

"But Kalix was a smart man. He knew that it would be extremely foolish to challenge the other party directly, when Aiden was only one step away from becoming the Witch King."

So he devised a revenge plan that I still admire to this day…

Yutel paused deliberately, a sly glint in his eyes:

"You know, wizards never do anything purely altruistic. In the wizarding world, profit always comes first."

Even when repaying a debt of gratitude, they will still seek ways to maximize their own benefit.

Kalix's revenge plan happened to coincide with one of his own...key rituals.

"What kind of ceremony?" Eve asked curiously.

Yutel waved his hand:

"This involves some extremely confidential knowledge, and even I only know some fragments of it."

But judging from the later results, Kalix clearly did not achieve complete success.

His expression turned serious:

"At that time, Aiden was at the height of his power as a half-Witch King, but he was overwhelmed with problems during the conquest of the 'Chaotic Blood World'."

Kalix used this opportunity to lie low, constantly gathering intelligence on Aiden, analyzing his weaknesses and behavioral patterns, and even... contacting his teacher, 'The Eye of Observation'.

The silver light in the air began to grow brighter, and Yutel's phantom became more substantial:
"They chose to launch a surprise attack at a crucial time when Aiden was ascending to the position of Witch King, when his 'transcendental stance' was not yet secure enough."

Eve held her breath:

"what's the result?"

"Absolutely brilliant." Yutel's eyes gleamed with excitement.
"Kalix used his ability to sever causality to temporarily cut off Aiden's connection with the fragments of Selna's ethereal remains."

Having lost his primary source of power, Aiden was like a clumsy apprentice before the Eye of Observation.

He made a contemptuous throat-slitting gesture:

"Throughout the entire battle, Aiden didn't even touch the hem of the enemy's clothes before being completely manipulated."

Most importantly, Kalix seized the opportunity to forcibly retrieve Selna's illusory remains from Aiden's body.

"Take the ethereal remains from the Witch King's body?" Eve's eyes widened. "Is that even possible?"

“It is possible in special circumstances,” Yutel explained.
"Because those ethereal remains never belonged to Aiden, they will naturally scatter when the connection is severed."

Ron frowned:

"But you just said that Kalix's ritual failed?"

Yutel's expression became complicated:

"Yes. Although the fragments of the Void were successfully retrieved, Kalix's ritual ultimately failed. As for the specific reasons..."

He shook his head:

"This involves too many secrets. In short, although Kalix successfully avenged himself, he also paid a huge price."

A brief silence fell over the air as everyone processed the information.

"And then what happened?" Eve asked softly. "What happened to that fragment of the ethereal body?"

A profound look appeared in Yutel's eyes, and he immediately changed the subject:

"This brings us to a deeper question: the true function and significance of the Void Remains."

He slowly stood up, and silver light flowed through the room:

"Are you aware of the 'Truth Court's' special containment policy for high-ranking wizards?"

“I’ve heard a little about it,” Ron replied. “They say they can preserve souls and ethereal remains, granting great wizards a kind of immortality.” “That’s true,” Yutel nodded, but his expression betrayed clear disgust.
"The Truth Court's technology originates from the 'Creator' and can specially process souls and ethereal remains, allowing them to be preserved indefinitely in a semi-dormant state."

His tone became sarcastic:

"On the surface, this is a merciful measure, sparing those who have contributed to the wizarding world from true death. But in reality..."

Yutel made a gesture of being bound:
"Those beings lying in the 'specimen repository' have avoided death, but they are also firmly under control."

They were trapped in a state between life and death, unable to die, yet unable to truly live.

The old man's voice was filled with deep helplessness:
"What's worse is that each awakening of a person in captivity requires a high amount of mental energy."

Moreover, as time goes on, waking up becomes increasingly difficult.

Imagine, thousands of years later, you want a brief moment of clarity, but find that even opening your eyes requires all your strength, leaving you stuck in a state of anxious drowsiness…

Eve trembled involuntarily:
"This sounds terrifying... It's not a blessing at all, but eternal torment."

“That’s right.” Yutel nodded.

"Moreover, those who are detained are unable to continue to improve their academic achievements, are unable to communicate with the outside world, and can only watch helplessly as their theories are misunderstood or tampered with by later generations."

For scholars who pursue truth, this is a punishment crueler than death.

He turned to Ron: "That's why many great wizards choose another path, leaving their remains to their descendants or students."

Ron seemed to understand: "You mean, this method of inheritance has its unique significance?"

“Of course.” A nostalgic look appeared in Yutel’s eyes:
"When a great wizard voluntarily leaves his ethereal remains to his successor, if the successor can also become a great wizard, he can use his own ethereal remains to nourish and protect the fragments of his ethereal remains."

To some extent, this can even awaken a portion of the true consciousness of our ancestors.

His voice softened:

"The great wizard Selna held this hope in mind, expecting that someone among her descendants would be able to inherit her will."

Unfortunately, she hadn't anticipated the emergence of a psychologically twisted individual like Aiden.

Eve said softly:

"Therefore, the good intentions of the great wizard Selna ultimately became the source of the disaster."

“Yes,” Yutel sighed.
“There are many examples in the history of wizarding where good intentions lead to bad outcomes.”

His voice deepened:

"Speaking of which... I can also sense that I don't have much time left."

The withering of the soul is a gradual process; perhaps within a century, I too will follow in the footsteps of those departed friends.

Tears welled up in Eve's eyes: "Grandpa..."

Yutel gently stroked her hair:

“Don’t be sad, little Eve. I’ve lived long enough and seen too much rise and fall. For me, death is just another form of relief.”

Yutel continued:
“I have already discussed my demigod placement with Cassandra.”

A portion will be left to her to help her go further on the path of mysticism;

The other part is for you; it might help with the symptoms of 'Demonic Devour'.

A look of kindness appeared in his eyes:

"This arrangement not only allows knowledge to be passed on, but also provides some assistance for your future."

It's much better than being sealed away in the Court of Truth's 'specimen repository'.

Just then, the bells of Lance could be heard in the distance.

The crisp notes echoed in the night sky, reminding people that the new season has arrived.

Yutel's phantom began to become ethereal:
"It seems we've been talking for too long. Tomorrow... no, today's daytime event is the 'Rainbow Ring' competition, you all need to get some rest."

Eve stood up, walked to Ron, and her amethyst eyes sparkled with anticipation:

"Please don't worry about traffic in the morning."

I will send a private aircraft to pick you up, so you won't have to queue in the public descent area.

Today is a holiday, and even with priority for teaching assistants, it will be very crowded there.

Ron nodded slightly in thanks: "Then thank you in advance, Your Highness."

Yutel's phantom began to become ethereal:
"I should also return to the Abyss Observatory. Old Bones' energy is limited, and this clone cannot be too far away from the main body for too long."

Ron, I'm really looking forward to seeing how you perform in the game tomorrow.

With your bloodline modulation skills, you should be able to bring surprises to everyone.

Eve, remember to take the medicine your mother left you on time. Don't let the holiday excitement affect your recovery.

Eve nodded obediently: "I will remember, Grandpa. I'm feeling much better lately, and those nightmares have decreased."

Yutel felt somewhat relieved, and then the silver figure began to gradually disappear.

It eventually dissolved completely into the air, leaving only a light, fleeting reminder:
“Take care of yourself, little Eve. And you, Ron, don’t let your thirst for knowledge cloud your judgment.”

With Yutel gone, Franka returned from the backyard with Ailan and Dal.

The little siren excitedly described the various strange plants she saw, especially the glowing seaweed, which reminded her of her distant ocean home.

Ron thanked Eve, then took his leave with Alan and Dal.

Upon returning to his residence, he immediately began to organize the knowledge and information he had acquired that evening, while making final adjustments and preparations for the competition.

His mind gradually calmed down in a meditative state, but his thoughts were as active as lightning.

By integrating information such as the Bloodline Lock, the secrets of the "King of Blood," and fragments of the Void with one's existing knowledge, a more complete cognitive framework can be formed.

Each new piece of knowledge is like a puzzle piece, helping him build a grander worldview.

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The value of this taboo knowledge far exceeds that of ordinary learning, directly driving skill progress.

Despite being only at the beginning, Ron was already able to sense the profundity and charm of this discipline.

At the same time, he did not forget to prepare for the "Rainbow Ring" competition.

Although he was confident in his bloodline modulation skills, he dared not be careless in the face of the other mentors in the Crystal Spire.

………………

Today is the highlight of the Lance Festival – the “Rainbow Ring” competition.

The entire Dawn Harbor was already packed with people, with extraordinary races of all kinds and traveling merchants gathering together to witness this grand event of skills.

In the sky, rainbow-colored light bands symbolizing Lance's achievements fluttered in the breeze, like a giant dragon coiling above the square, enveloping the entire area in a dreamlike halo.

Seven-colored magical light continuously poured down from the top of the central tower, transforming into countless tiny points of light that scattered across the entire area like stars.

(End of this chapter)