Cultivators at the Wizarding Academy

Chapter 256 The First Battle of the Revival of the Gods

The deepest part of the underground ruins.

Even after thousands of years, the inscriptions on the wall still occasionally glow faintly.

Beneath the white stone altar was a pool of water, where the calm black silt suddenly began to churn, slowly revealing a young face.

There's an intruder...

Could it be that a demon found this place...?

How much time has passed? Why is my consciousness so muddled...?

A young man with blue-green hair emerged from the mud with a cold gaze, his flawless white body exuding a chilling aura.

He vanished from the main hall in a flash.

……

Breakthrough progress has been made in the development of underground heritage sites.

After entering the ninth underground level from the eighth, a subterranean library comes into view. Bookshelves are filled with all kinds of books. The entire hall is like an ocean of books.

Youmu casually picked up a book and began to read. The common script used on the continent during the Dark Ages wasn't much different from modern scripts. The main difference was probably between traditional and simplified characters. Anyone who could read could understand most of it.

She sighed softly as she looked at a book containing poetry; her expectations had suddenly diminished considerably.

With so many books, it's impossible to record magical knowledge or techniques in every single one.

"Let's split up and search! Don't put useless things in your space bags and take up space."

"Yes, mentor!"

The six students split up. Students from the other teams also chose to split up.

The ruins are open for a limited time and you must leave within one day, otherwise the entire ruins will be transferred to another dimension.

Working together, everyone quickly found the bookshelf containing information about magic. Excitedly, they swarmed forward and began a frantic search.

For these books, spellcaster organizations are often willing to pay a high price.

Leona was lucky; she managed to acquire a batch of the most precious Legacy Crystals.

Fu put on her sister's spatial ring and quietly took the most books.

"Don't waste time, let's get out of here as soon as possible," Youmu urged, releasing her spiritual power.

"Shameless thieves, do you think you can get away with this?" A contemptuous laugh echoed in the library's main hall.

Everyone stopped what they were doing at the same time.

"You will remain here forever as slaves... paying the price with the rest of your lives."

A loud, unrestrained laugh.

"Who are you?" someone responded.

"He might be mentally ill, just ignore him." The Three-Eyed Raven was the most dismissive.

A figure flashed by, and the blue-green-haired youth casually grabbed the three-eyed raven: "So that's what I was talking about! It's just a clone. You think you can be fearless just because the real body isn't here?"

"I'm right up there, come out and fight me if you dare!" the Three-Eyed Raven declared telepathically.

"What a pointless attempt to provoke me!" The blue-green-haired youth sneered, grabbing the crow and beginning to trace its mental coordinates: "As expected, it's up there. Since you didn't lie to me, I'll spare your life later."

The blue-green-haired youth casually tossed aside the crow clone, took a step forward, and entered the ruptured spatial rift.

The ruins are gone!

The several holy domain spellcasters stationed at the exit looked at each other in bewilderment.

Above the Wizarding Academy.

The young man had a perfect, sculpted physique, wearing only shorts. His shoulder-length, blue-green hair flowed down his back.

The terrifying psychological pressure spread outwards like a tide.

Almost simultaneously, people turned their attention to it.

"Not bad, so many powerful individuals!" The young man spread his arms wide. "Welcome back! Humanity, under my leadership, will return..."

Before he could finish speaking, the young man felt a chill run through his body and lost control.

"What's going on? How is this possible..." He searched for the enemy in disbelief. He only heard a cold laugh: "An ant who doesn't know its own limitations."

The mangled limbs exploded into a foul-smelling rain of blood, and before they could even utter their names, they were instantly killed.

Tai'an stands tall in the sky, its silhouette merging with the sun.

All the powerful figures looked up in awe.

"The Guardian is truly amazing..." someone exclaimed sincerely.

"The mental power released by that person just now was far stronger than that of an ordinary Saint-level spellcaster, yet he didn't even have a chance to save his life."

"An ancient powerhouse awakened beneath the ruins—does no one recognize you?"

It's actually quite easy to guess: the Mordor dynasty didn't have many powerful figures recorded in historical documents or portraits.

Many people have already consulted relevant information before entering the site.

"The divine being Lancer!" the witch Barona exclaimed instinctively.

Everyone wore incredulous expressions and began to verify the claims.

Someone took out a magic wand, retrieved memories from the brain, and projected them onto the screen for comparison.

"Yes, it's him."

"The legendary being who transcended death is still alive! Without the Holy Spirit Temple, how did he escape the decay of his soul?"

"I don't think there's much to say. He couldn't withstand a single attack from Guardian Tai'an. Perhaps he mistook me for someone else?"

Compared to a few months ago when they faced the giant Grim Reaper, Tai'an's strength has improved considerably.

First, the body naturally developed and grew, further enhancing its basic qualities. Furthermore, by improving the Sleepless Pill to accelerate cultivation, mental strength also made significant progress. Finally, through continuous learning and improvement of inscriptions, the number of types has reached thirty-seven.

All aspects are progressing simultaneously, with no clear boundaries.

In his eyes, the divine being was no longer worth mentioning.

They yearn to push the boundaries.

Legends are the true pinnacle. The pinnacle of all living beings on Aolan Star.

……

The spellcasters present planned to work together to open a spatial passage to rescue the spellcasters trapped inside the ruins.

The spatial passage is short-lived and cannot be opened frequently; everyone should be transported out within three attempts.

How to notify them has become a problem.

"We must leave as soon as possible! The Death Transcender might be resurrected, and things could change then."

After waiting for about fifteen minutes, about two or three hundred people gathered at the library.

Considering that most of them were spellcasters from the Violet Academy, the academy's sanctuary immediately joined forces to open a spatial portal and successfully rescued the trapped individuals.

Tai'an spotted a familiar figure in the crowd and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he has some knowledge of teleportation, he cannot rescue people by entering other dimensions.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it..."

An intense, overwhelming resentment surged wildly within a bottomless pool of silt.

"That damned guy, how dare he humiliate me like that."

He didn't even see who the other person was, or their face, before being instantly killed. He died a confused and bewildered death.

Lancer's face burned. He couldn't recall anyone capable of this. Not even the legendary Abyss Lords or legendary monsters.

"It must be a prodigy of the agility class, a surprise attack with a sublimated strike. I was careless..."

However… defeat is defeat…

Lancer engaged in deep self-reflection.

Without a doubt, they are a very dangerous opponent. We must be extremely vigilant and give it our all.

(End of this chapter)