Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 448 Land of Elemental Frenzy
In the dead of night, Ron sat alone at his desk, continuing to peruse the other parts of "The Complete Guide to the Extraordinary".

“Every race possesses its own unique charm and wisdom…”

He murmured softly, his gaze slowly shifting across the pages of the book:
"Although their extraordinary systems differ from those of wizards, they also contain immense power."

This diversity reminded him of an alluring possibility:
"If we could integrate the best of these different systems..."

But as soon as this idea came to mind, reality threw cold water on it.

He had hoped to find some suitable new professions for his job change in "The Complete Guide to Extraordinary Skills", but the results were not as expected.

Most extraordinary professions among alien races have strict requirements regarding the purity of their bloodline.

For example, the Elven race's "Guardian of the Moon" requires Moon Elf bloodline;
The dwarven "rune craftsmen" require a high degree of dwarven bloodline.

These conditions are almost impossible for human wizards to meet.

Those professions that do not require bloodline have cultivation methods that are fundamentally in conflict with the wizarding system.

"Orcish 'heart-eating shamans' need to abandon rational thinking and act entirely on instinct..."

Ron shook his head and smiled wryly:

"This is completely contrary to the rational logic pursued by wizards."

"The elven 'nature sorcerers' require that practitioners must never harm any living creature..."

"This restriction is simply unacceptable to me, as I frequently need to conduct bloodline experiments."

What was even more disheartening was that he discovered that the essence of many alien systems had already been absorbed and integrated into the wizarding civilization.

The core theories of the dwarven "runecrafter" system have been integrated into the wizarding "enchanter" and "alchemist" systems.

The primitive divination techniques of the Orcish "Heart-Eating Shamans," which were steeped in blood sacrifice, were absorbed and improved by the "Astrologers."

The natural magic of the elves became an important part of the elemental branch of science.

"It seems that the inclusiveness and learning ability of the wizarding civilization are indeed not to be underestimated..."

Ron thought to himself:
"Almost all valuable techniques and theories have been incorporated into the wizarding system in some way."

"Now it's time to put theory into practice."

He gently stroked the pages of the book, his gaze shifting to two figures busily working in the workshop.

Ailan was carefully tending to the materials for the experimental potions.

The emerald green branches danced in the air like ribbons, and every plant seemed to come alive under her touch.

Dale, meanwhile, was curled up in her crystal pool, humming some ancient siren song in a beautiful voice.

The water rippled with her tone of voice, forming beautiful wave patterns.

"It's time for them to receive more systematic training."

Ron silently calculated the current strength levels of the two men in his mind.

Although they all possess the precious talent of the Golden Ring bloodline.

However, due to the lack of systematic guidance on ethnic heritage preservation, their potential has not been fully realized.

According to the standards in "The Complete Guide to the Extraordinary", the Golden Ring bloodline should correspond to the strength level of a formal wizard at the Morning Star level.

However, Ailan and Dale's current combat strength is at most equivalent to that of advanced apprentices, and there is still a long way to go before they are true Morning Star level.

"Ailan, Dale, come here for a second."

He called out softly, his voice filled with anticipation.

The two servants immediately stopped what they were doing and quickly walked to Ron's side.

Ailan's emerald green eyes were full of curiosity, while Dale gazed at him with her deep blue eyes, as deep as the ocean.

"Master, what do you need us for?"

Ailan spoke first, her voice as clear and melodious as a wind chime.

Ron gestured for the two to sit down.

“I have just read a book about the supernatural systems of various races and discovered some information that is very important to you.”

His tone became serious:

"You two both possess extremely precious pure bloodlines, but you have always lacked systematic guidance on clan inheritance."

This has resulted in your talents not being fully developed.

Hearing this, a hint of disappointment appeared in Dale's eyes:

"Master, have we...have we disappointed you?"

"Quite the opposite."

Ron shook his head gently:
“Your talent is even greater than I imagined; you just need more suitable training methods to unlock your potential.”

He recalled one of the chapters he had just read:
"According to the records here, Ailan, as the spirit of the ancient tree of the Golden Ring, possesses the lineage of nature priests."

"And you, Dale, a pure-blooded siren, correspond to the extraordinary profession of the Tide Singer."

"Nature Priestess?" Ailan repeated the title softly, her voice filled with longing:

"Can...can I really become a nature priest?"

“The Tide Singer…” Dale’s voice became dreamy:

"When I was very young, I dreamed of standing in the middle of the ocean and singing..."

Looking at the expectant expressions on their faces, Ron felt a surge of responsibility.

"However, in order to meet the requirements for job change, you first need to develop your existing bloodline to the limit of the Golden Ring level."

He began to explain in detail:
"According to the standards of clan inheritance, the Golden Ring bloodline corresponds to the strength of the Morning Star level. Only by reaching this level can one be qualified to consider further evolution of the bloodline."

Ailan nodded thoughtfully:
"I do feel that there is still a lot of power within me that has not been awakened..."

“Me too!” Dale exclaimed excitedly.

"Sometimes in the water, I can feel some wonderful resonance, but I can never fully grasp it..."

"This is the result of a lack of systematic guidance."

Ron turned to the chapter about the spirit of the ancient tree:
"According to the records in the book, your tree spirit cultivation is divided into four stages."

"The first stage is the 'rooting period,' which requires establishing a deep life connection with the earth, allowing one's root system to sense the state of all plants within a radius of several miles."

"The second stage is the 'growth period,' where you learn to manipulate the growth and form of plants, making flowers bloom instantly, trees grow rapidly, and even creating entirely new plant varieties."

"The third stage is the 'resonance period,' where one becomes the spokesperson for the will of the forest, able to communicate with ancient tree spirits and borrow their wisdom and power accumulated over thousands of years."

"The final 'World Tree period' is about transcending individual limitations, establishing a direct connection with the World Tree, and becoming part of the laws of nature."

Ailan listened intently, her emerald eyes gleaming with longing.
"Master, what stage am I at now?"

"Judging from your current performance, you should be in the middle of the 'growth period'."

Ron carefully observed the energy fluctuations emanating from her:

"You've already been able to promote plant growth, but your control over the scope and precision isn't quite there yet."

He paused for a moment and began to formulate a specific training plan:

"The next training focus is to teach you to precisely control every detail of plant growth."

From the shape of a single leaf to the growth direction of the entire tree, everything must be adjustable at will.

Ron's tone became more serious:
“You need to start trying to connect with older plants.”

“Dair, what you say.”

Ron turned to the siren girl, who nodded enthusiastically:

"The siren's cultivation system is closely related to the rhythm of the ocean, and it is also divided into four stages."

He turned to the corresponding page:

"The first stage is the 'shallow sea period,' where you learn to have basic emotional communication with the seawater and understand the ocean's joys and sorrows."

"The second stage is the 'deep-diving period,' which allows one to swim freely under the immense pressure of the deep sea and perceive the thought fluctuations of deep-sea creatures."

"The third stage is the 'tidal period,' where you learn the secrets of tidal changes and how to influence the flow of seawater through singing."

"The final 'storm period' is the ability to summon and control ocean storms, and to establish a connection with the will of the entire sea area."

Dyer's eyes grew brighter and brighter:
"What stage am I at now?"

"You should be in the later stages of your 'deep dive'."

Ron carefully sensed the ocean scent emanating from her:

"Although it cannot be fully demonstrated in the small crystal pool, I can feel your ability to adapt to the pressure of the deep sea and your natural affinity with the water element."

He began to develop a special training plan for Dal:
"The main problem you face is environmental constraints."

The siren's cultivation requires a real marine environment, but it's not convenient to put you in the depths of the endless sea right now.

"However, you can start by practicing using your singing to influence the shape of the water, beginning with the simplest ripples and gradually working your way up to the point where you can control the direction of the water flow."

Dyer was so excited that her tail fins were flapping in the water:
"Really? I can really learn to control the sea with my singing?"

"Not only that."

A look of anticipation appeared in Ron's eyes:
"According to the book, the songs of high-ranking sirens have the power to alter reality."

They can heal injuries, manipulate emotions, and even distort spacetime to some extent through specific musical rhythms.

At this point, his expression became even more serious:
"But you must understand that while this kind of cultivation method passed down through generations can better develop one's talents, it also comes with certain risks."

"What risks?" Dale asked nervously.

"The process of bloodline awakening will awaken some ancient fragments of your race's memory."

Ron explained:
"These memories may include ancestral experiences, racial history, or even painful traumas."

Insufficient mental preparation can have a psychological impact.

Ailan nodded thoughtfully: "I do sometimes have strange dreams, like ancient forests I've never seen before..."

"This is the manifestation of bloodline memory."

Ron said definitively:
"This phenomenon will become more obvious as cultivation progresses."

You need to learn to distinguish between your own memories and the memories of your ancestors, and maintain the independence of your self-awareness.

"However, these risks are manageable if the methods are appropriate."

He comforted:

"Furthermore, I will supervise your entire cultivation process, and stop immediately if I discover any abnormalities."

………………

The following morning, soft morning light streamed through the crystal windows into the workshop, bathing the entire space in a golden glow.

Ron stood in front of the storage shelf, carefully checking the list of items he was about to take to the quicksand.

This trip is not only an academic exchange, but may also be a key opportunity for him to achieve a breakthrough in his bloodline, so every item he brings needs to be carefully considered.

"The Complete Guide to the Extraordinary is definitely a must-have."

He carefully wrapped the heavy book and placed it in a specially made shockproof bag:

"The elemental activity in the quicksand is intense, and ordinary storage containers may not be able to fully protect precious books."

Next came various experimental equipment and potion materials.

While the Desert School should be able to provide the infrastructure, it's safer to bring some personal items yourself.

"You must carry both the dice of paradox and the core of contradiction."

He packed the other two gifts from the King of Absurdity into specially made isolation boxes:

"Especially the core of the contradiction. If the environment of the quicksand is really as the divination indicates, then the magic compression training can be conducted there."

The silver pocket watch was still worn close to his body; although its newly awakened "hunting" ability was dangerous, it was also an important trump card.

Just as he was organizing various rune materials, the workshop door opened gently, and Ailan walked in carrying a steaming cup of herbal tea.

"Master, you stayed up late again last night, didn't you?"

The tree spirit's voice was filled with concern: "I can sense your fatigue."

Ron took the teacup; the warm liquid emitted a faint minty fragrance, instantly dispelling the drowsiness left by a night of thinking.

"Thank you, Ailan." He took a small sip, feeling the soothing effect of the herbal essence on his body.

"I'm considering the preparations for this trip."

“Master…” A hint of reluctance appeared in Ailan’s emerald eyes: “Will you be gone for a long time this time?”

“About two weeks.” Ron set down his teacup and turned to face his loyal servant.
"However, you also have important tasks to complete while I am away."

He walked to his desk and took out the two cultivation plans he had prepared the night before:
"Ailan, this is a specific training plan for you as a nature priest."

You need to start trying to build a deeper connection with the various plants in the workshop, especially the older potion ingredients.

"Is it really possible?" Ailan took the proposal, a conflicted look in her eyes:
"I always feel like they are talking to me, but I can't hear what they are saying."

“That is a sign of bloodline awakening,” Ron said gently.

"Following the planned meditation method, you should gradually be able to hear their 'sounds' more clearly. However, remember to stop practicing immediately if you feel any unusual mental stress."

At this moment, Dale also poked her head out of the crystal pool, her wet silver hair clinging to her shoulders, her blue eyes full of curiosity.

“Dale has a mission too.” Ron handed another plan to the siren girl:

"Although the training of a Tide Singer is limited by the environment, you can start with the most basic water element resonance."

"I'll try to see if I can change the shape of the pool water with my singing!"

Dair excitedly flapped her tail fin, splashing water everywhere:
"Master, when you return, I want to demonstrate my newly learned abilities to you!"

"Remember, safety always comes first," he solemnly instructed.

"If you encounter any situation that is outside the plan, stop cultivating immediately and wait for me to return before dealing with it."

Just then, a soft knock came from outside the workshop.

Eve appeared at the doorway.

The black-haired princess was wearing a light blue dress today, and she looked much better than before.

"Mentor, I heard you're heading to the Land of Quicksand today?"

Eve entered the workshop: "I'm here to see you off."

She took out a delicate little box from her bosom:
"This is a small token of my appreciation for you. I hope it will come in handy during your journey."

Ron took the box and found three crystal balls inside that emitted a soft glow.

“An emergency communication crystal,” Eve explained.

"It can maintain stable communication even in environments with intense elemental activity, and you can use it to contact the Central Lands if you encounter any danger."

"A very practical gift." Ron put the crystal ball away.
"Thank you for your concern, Eve."

“Mentor…” Eve hesitated for a moment, her voice becoming even softer:

"You must come back safely. I still have many questions about potions that I would like to ask you."

“Yes, I will.” Ron nodded gently.

"When I return, we will continue your studies. Now that you have recovered, you can begin more in-depth studies of potions."

The farewell ceremony was simple yet heartwarming.

Alan and Dale watched Ron board the hovercar to the airship port, while Eve waved until the carriage disappeared into the tower complex.

………………

What followed was a long voyage.

As the flight distance increases, the concentration of magic in the air also undergoes subtle changes.

It was no longer the pure and stable energy environment of the Central Land, but rather carried a kind of primal and wild fluctuation.

"Instructor Ralph, please come to the observation room."

The guide on the airship sent him an invitation via magical telepathy:
"We are about to enter the edge of the quicksand region, where there are some sights worth seeing for yourself."

Ron put down the book he was reading, "The Complete Guide to the Extraordinary," and got up to walk towards the observation room at the front of the airship.

The windows here are much larger than those in a regular cabin, and they use specially made anti-torsion crystals to maintain a clear view even in extreme environments.

The guide was a half-elf who looked to be in his fifties. He was lean and his skin was bronze from long-term exposure to elemental radiation.

His ears were slightly longer than those of a human, and his pupils were pale green, a typical characteristic of elven blood.

"I am Samuel Morningwind, a Morning Star Wizard and a senior navigator of the Sand Sea School."

He extended his hand to shake Ron's:
"It is an honor to provide guidance services for such an outstanding scholar as you."

Ron noticed that Samuel's palms were unusually rough, with tiny grains of sand embedded deep within the lines.

This is clearly a mark left by working in the shifting sands for a long time.

"I have long admired Mr. Samuel."

He responded politely:

"I've heard that your understanding of the Shifting Sands is second to none in the entire school."

"You flatter me." Samuel smiled modestly.
"Having spent more than 30 years in the shifting sands, I have accumulated some experience."

As they were talking, the airship began to shake violently.

The view outside the porthole suddenly changed dramatically, as if it had been plunged from a calm lake into a boiling pot of oil.

"The storm of elemental convergence has begun."

Samuel's expression turned serious, and his hands moved rapidly across the control panel:

"Ralph, please fasten your seatbelt, there will be some bumps ahead."

Through a specially designed observation window, Ron witnessed the most breathtaking natural wonder of his life.

Countless spiraling "ice and fire tornadoes" appeared in the sky, each thousands of meters high, piercing the clouds.

These tornadoes have an extremely bizarre composition—the outer layer is blazing fire, while the inner layer is condensed ice.

Fire and ice coexist in the same space, and instead of canceling each other out, they form a strange balance.

Ron activated "Hermit's Insight" to observe carefully and discovered that the internal temperatures of these tornadoes had simultaneously reached both extremely hot and extremely cold values.

Logically speaking, this is a completely impossible phenomenon.

However, in the unique environment of the quicksand land, the fundamental laws of reality seem to become distorted.

"This is a consequence of the 'patchwork experiment' in the Second Age."

Samuel noticed Ron's surprised expression and began to explain the origin of these wonders:

"In order to create the 'perfect experimental field for the elements,' the witch kings at that time forcibly cut pieces of land from more than four different planes and tried to merge them together."

"More than four dimensions?"

Ron astutely grasped this number:
"This scale... has exceeded the scope of ordinary experiments, hasn't it?"

“That’s right.” A complex emotion flickered in Samuel’s eyes:

"They attempted to artificially create an ideal environment for 'elemental fusion' in order to break through certain bottlenecks in cultivation."

"But the fundamental laws governing different dimensions have created irreconcilable conflicts..."

Samuel pointed to the eerie sights outside the window:

"Ultimately, this land where elements danced wildly was formed."

(End of this chapter)