Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 461 Strength is Faith
"Lord!" the old man prayed in a trembling voice, "Is a war in heaven about to break out?"

The young people in the caravan were so shocked they were speechless.

They saw fire dragons flying in the sky, lava gushing from the earth, and the beautiful yet terrifying aurora borealis.

An unprecedented sense of awe welled up deep within me as well.

Similar scenes are playing out across the desert.

Whether they are brave warriors or knowledgeable businessmen.

Faced with this power beyond comprehension, they all became trembling children.

They were both terrified and yearned for this earth-shattering power.

What would it feel like to have such an ability one day?
It can change the world with a wave of its hand, make the earth spew magma, and make the sky rain down fire...

This thought, like a venomous snake, coiled in their minds, both terrifying and fascinating.

………………

In the main building complex of the Sand Sea School, Salamanda was frantically dealing with this unexpected incident.

He had to simultaneously soothe the agonizing Ramses, repair the runaway underground energy system, and control the ever-spreading magma hazard.

"Edwin! What are you standing there for?"

He roared at the students who were also shocked by the disaster:
"Immediately adjust the pressure in the seventh magma pipe! Also, activate the emergency cooling system!"

"is teacher!"

Edwin was still weak after the outbreak, but he dared not be negligent in the slightest.

Geological disasters of this magnitude, if not handled properly, could very likely affect the ecological balance of the entire shifting sands region.

Despite his exhaustion, he began to work with Salamander to control the disaster.

The master and apprentice busied themselves amidst the lava and flames, like firefighters in hell.

………………

When Salamanda finally emerged from the labyrinthine biological passage, she looked as if she had just crawled out of a sewer.

Its entire body was dull and lifeless, covered with a layer of sticky, transparent fluid.

That was Ramses's nerve lubricant.

As a half-elemental being, Salamander looked more like a piece of scrap metal about to cool down.

"Damn brats!"

He cursed as he struggled toward the observation deck.

But when he saw Ron on the observation deck in the distance, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Salamanda quickly turned around and walked behind the shadow of a huge stone pillar.

After confirming that the other party could not see him, he took a deep breath and began to activate the lava giant bloodline within his body.

A dark red light began to emanate from the core of his chest, spreading outwards like a rekindled furnace fire.

The sticky liquid on the skin surface evaporated rapidly under the high temperature, revealing the dark golden texture beneath, like forged steel.

His once dim eyes regained their majestic, molten gold-like light, even more intense and dazzling than usual.

In just half a minute, the dean of the Sand Sea School transformed from an exhausted repairman back into the awe-inspiring Lava Lord.

After getting ready, Salamanda took a deep breath, stood tall and strode out of the shadows toward the observation deck.

Ron only saw a tall figure appear in front of him, completely unaware of the messy dressing process he had just gone through.

In his eyes, Salamander was still the overlord who ruled the entire Sand Sea School.

“Ralph.” Salamanda stopped in front of Ron:

Do you know what I just did?

Ron honestly shook his head:
"I think they're repairing Ramses' damaged internal systems?"

"repair?"

Salamanda gave a cold laugh, but there was little real blame in her smile:

"I just saved an ancient creature that has lived for tens of thousands of years, preventing it from committing suicide by crashing into the nearest mountain due to pain."

He pointed to the Leviathan beneath his feet:
“Every time Ramses turns around, it’s like a major earthquake. If it really gets out of control, hundreds of miles around will be razed to the ground.”

“I’m so sorry, Dean Salamander.”

Ron could only sincerely apologize: "I did not anticipate such serious consequences."

Salamanda stared at the young man for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter:

"Ha! You think I'm blaming you?"

He patted Ron on the shoulder forcefully.

The burning heat of the palms made one feel the terrifying temperature contained within.
"Kid, you just triggered a resonance."

What truly caused this disaster was the uncontrolled outburst of my stupid student, Edwin.

"and"

Salamanda's expression softened slightly, a hint of reminiscence flashing in her eyes:

"Back when I was just a greenhorn, even under Professor Utter's guidance, I made many similar mistakes."

The old man never truly blamed me for it; instead, he always patiently helped me clean up the mess.

"Now that I'm the dean myself, I can't be more petty than my teacher, can I?"

These words warmed Ron's heart.

It turns out that Salamanda was also a student of Yutel, and this relationship did indeed provide him with a lot of protection.

"But, kid."

Salamanda's tone became serious again:
"Next time you try this, remember to assess the environmental capacity first."

While our Sand Sea School may not lack funds for repairs, Ramses's mood won't recover so easily.

As he spoke, he turned to look at the ongoing geological phenomena in the distance, his expression becoming serious.

The fire tornado in the sky was no longer as violent as before, but it still swayed leisurely among the clouds like a god's whip.

Those magma columns, reaching heights of a thousand meters, also began to erupt intermittently, rhythmically releasing internal pressure like the earth breathing.

"Did you see those?"

Salamanda pointed to the countless tiny dots on the distant horizon, the indigenous people kneeling in worship:
"What they witnessed was not an accident, but a miracle."

Ron looked in the direction he was pointing and could indeed see faint firelight scattered throughout the desert.

Even from such a great distance, those black dot-like figures were still clearly visible, all devoutly performing some kind of ritual towards the source of this "divine punishment".

“I remember a caravan was camped nearby,” Salamanda continued.
"The captain is a worldly old man who has traveled across most of the desert and seen all sorts of strange sights. But just now he actually knelt down on the sand, kowtowing and shouting, 'God of Heavenly Fire, manifest!'"

His tone contained both sarcasm towards this blind worship and a profound understanding of the nature of power:

"The reactions of those nomadic tribes were even more interesting. The chieftains summoned their elders overnight to discuss whether to change the direction of their worship and worship our Desert School as a new totem."

"What those natives submitted to was not our virtue or wisdom, but our ability to transform the world."

His gaze shifted from the distant crowds of worshippers:

"But did you know? There are actually many ways to obtain this kind of 'god-like' power."

He clenched his fist, and a soft popping sound immediately followed in the air:
"In the Central Lands, those ivory tower guys always think they can get everything by deconstructing magic and publishing papers. That's because their environment is too comfortable."

He turned around, his tired eyes looking directly at Ron:

"But in the land of quicksand, in the abyss, in any other world where life is uncertain, 'survival' is the only truth."

These words reminded Ron of his experiences at the Abyss Observatory.

Indeed, very few of the explorer squad members there were pure scholars.

Most of them are pragmatists, focused on how to survive and thrive in extreme environments.

Salamanda continued:

"Therefore, we wizards on the fringes often choose another path—bloodline modification."

As he spoke, he extended his right hand and began to demonstrate the true essence of this power system.

First, there's the change in magic.

As Salamander focused his mind, his magic gradually turned deep red, becoming heavier and hotter.

"Do you see that? This is the fundamental difference between bloodline wizards and other bloodline superhumans."

There was a certain pride in Salamanda's voice:

"Those bloodline knights, demon hunters, and alien superhumans are merely passively accepting the influence of bloodline power, allowing alien genes to modify their bodies and minds."

“But we wizards are different. We use our powerful mental strength to actively control these forces and make them operate according to our will.”

With further manipulation of her mental power, Salamanda's palm began to undergo subtle changes.

His skin gradually took on a metallic sheen, but this change was entirely under his control. Every change in every inch of skin, every reconstruction of every blood vessel, followed precise calculations and designs.

"Bloodline fusion is not a simple transplant or grafting, but a sophisticated bioengineering process."

"We need to understand the gene sequence of each bloodline, master their interaction mechanisms, and calculate the optimal fusion ratio."

"It is also necessary to use sufficiently strong mental power to constantly monitor and regulate the balance between these bloodlines."

A serious look appeared in Salamanda's eyes:
"Once the spirit relaxes and the instincts of the alien bloodline take over, the bloodline wizard will quickly degenerate into an out-of-control monster."

However, despite this, the probability of them going out of control is far lower than that of bloodline knights and witchers.

As Ron listened to these explanations, he began to understand the intricacies of the bloodline wizarding system.

This is not a simple "transformation" or "beastification".

It's more like a complex bio-modification system that requires profound theoretical knowledge and strong mind control as a foundation.

"After fusing bloodline power, the related spell structure also needs to be reconstructed."

He looked up at the still-shimmering thermal aurora in the sky:

"Bloodline power alters the nature of our magic, often rendering traditional spell models obsolete."

We must redesign and optimize the spell structure based on our bloodline characteristics.

"Just like Edwin's still-unskilled 'Lava Cataclysm' that he just used."

It's a composite skill that combines dragon bloodline inheritance, fire element manipulation, and hellfire magic, which is why it possesses such terrifying power.

At this point, Salamanda proudly exclaimed:
"We bloodline wizards are also scholars, and we also pursue knowledge and truth."

We simply chose a more dangerous, more direct path.

"We tap into the body's potential, merge with the bloodlines of powerful creatures, and gain power in the most direct way."

He clenched his fist, and a slight popping sound immediately rang out in the air, causing the temperature to rise a few degrees.

"This method, before reaching the Dark Sun level, allows for a growth rate and combat power far exceeding those of the researchers."

In the arena of Elemental Night, you'll see almost exclusively these kinds of lunatics.

Salamander withdrew her hand, and the bloodline characteristics quickly faded, restoring her appearance to that of an ordinary human.

But the lingering power still echoed in the air, reminding us of the reality of that change.

"Of course, both paths have their advantages and disadvantages."

He leaned against the railing and began a more in-depth analysis:
"The orthodox path of wizardry relies on the accumulation of knowledge and breakthroughs in theory. Its development is stable but slow, with an extremely high ceiling."

Salamanda's eyes revealed longing, clearly showing considerable respect for this orthodox power.
"They have grasped the fundamental laws governing the world and can manipulate reality from its source."

This power, though difficult to acquire, represents a qualitative leap once mastered.

"Bloodline wizards are the opposite..."

He patted his chest, making a sound like steel clashing.
"By constantly exploring the body's potential and combining it with spell practice, the growth rate is extremely fast, and the combat power is usually stronger at the formal wizard stage."

At this point, Salamanda's expression became somewhat awkward:

“But…” he carefully chose his words:

"The upper limit of bloodline pathways is limited."

Once you reach the late stage of the Moon Rank, you must integrate your own power system; otherwise, it will be difficult to break through to the Dark Sun Rank.

This is a huge hurdle; most bloodline wizards get stuck here.

"Why is this happening?"

Ron asked, though he already had some guesses in his mind.

"Because the power of bloodline is essentially external."

Salamanda explained:
"No matter how perfect the fusion, the characteristics of those dragons, abyssal creatures, and elemental spirits are ultimately not our own."

At lower levels, this difference can be reconciled by powerful mental strength.

"But when you reach the Dark Sun level and need to construct a void body, these foreign characteristics will become obstacles."

The Void requires a completely unified will and power as its foundation; any internal conflict could lead to its failure.

He looked at Ron, his eyes carrying a warning:
"Many bloodline wizards become increasingly manic and unstable after reaching the peak of the Moonlight level."

The conflict between various bloodline traits within them will gradually erode their rationality and self-control.

This explanation reminded Ron of some examples he had seen.

Indeed, those who have incorporated too many different bloodlines often have obvious extreme tendencies in their personality.

"However, those explorers at the Abyss Observatory..."

Ron said thoughtfully, recalling the state of Miller and the others:
"Their route seems to be somewhat different?"

"They are taking a composite approach."

Salamanda nodded approvingly, her eyes showing approval:

"Bloodline modification combined with mechanical enhancement, along with necessary magical research. Although complex, it does have a greater advantage in extreme environments."

"The core idea of ​​this approach is to use mechanical components to reconcile the conflicts between different bloodlines."

For example, implanting an element regulator in the heart or installing a thought stabilizing device in the brain.

"Through sophisticated biomechanical systems, they are able to maintain their bloodline power while avoiding most of the negative effects."

Although the modification process was extremely painful and dangerous, the successful results were truly impressive.

Salamanda's tone carried a hint of envy:

"However, this approach requires an enormous amount of resources and technical support."

Only specialized institutions like deep-sea observatories can provide the necessary conditions.

“For us wizards on the fringes, the traditional bloodline route is still more realistic.”

At this point, he suddenly remembered something, and his expression turned serious:

"However, your situation is rather special."

Salamander observed Ron closely, as if analyzing a precious specimen:

"How to say?"

"You are neither a pure research wizard nor a traditional bloodline wizard."

The path of the Primal Wizard is more unique and offers greater potential than those of us who follow non-authentic paths.

Just then, a young wizard dressed in the uniform of the Sand Sea School rushed over:

"Dean! Urgent intelligence!"

“Speak,” Salamanda said, frowning.

“A flock of scout birds from the Tree of Life School just flew over our airspace, three times the usual number.”

Upon hearing this news, Salamanda's expression immediately darkened:

"These guys have pretty sensitive noses."

"By the way, speaking of those crazy women from the Tree of Life school..."

Salamander turned to Ron thoughtfully and said:
"Didn't you mention before that Sheena gave you some 'academic materials'?"

“Yes, several botanical books.” Ron nodded in confirmation.

"Humph."

Salamander sneered:
“That viper never makes meaningless investments. The reason she’s being so ‘generous’ to you must be because she’s sensed that you have some special value.”

He began to pace slowly in place:

"This is not a good thing in the arena of Elemental Night."

Salamander stopped and looked directly at Ron:

"On Carnival Day, that woman Sheena might show up too."

The strange phenomena in the distance continued, and the worshippers showed no sign of leaving.

Some caravans even began to set up camp on the spot, seemingly preparing to establish a temporary pilgrimage site.

Watching all this, Salamanda couldn't help but feel a little emotional:
"Sometimes I wonder, are we wizards changing this world, or are we ruling it?"

"Perhaps there is no essential difference between the two."

He turned to look at the scattered firelights in the desert:

"Power is faith, and faith is order."

As long as we are strong enough, we can maintain this fragile balance.

"But what if one day we lose this overwhelming advantage?"

The night wind blew across the desert, carrying the devout prayers of pilgrims from afar.

(End of this chapter)