What if you ascend to the wrong world?

Ye Tu glanced at her for a moment, about to say something.

Irene Wett suddenly got up from her chair, walked around the desk, and came to the front.

She took off her outer clothes, revealing a close-fitting inner garment that accentuated her beautiful curves. She leaned against the desk with one hand on the table and the other hand pulling down her neckline.

"Will this make it clearer?"

"..." Ye Tu was speechless. "Did Ivia tell you this again?"

Without a doubt, Irene Vitte's inexplicable behavior is definitely related to Ivy.

"Ah."

Ivy said that even she couldn't help but be attracted to someone as beautiful as her.

People like Ye Tu, who appear serious on the surface, are definitely more appealing to those in their hearts. This is what we call 'contrast'. Her works often feature characters with similar personalities.

She didn't understand what Yetu was thinking, so she could only trust Ivy, who had known Yetu longer and understood him better.

Is it pretty?

It was Ye Tu who gave her the possibility of achieving her goal, and if he really liked it, she wouldn't be stingy.

Moreover, setting aside the element of 'repayment', Ye Tu himself perfectly meets all her criteria for a 'partner'.

although……

I might not be good enough for her.

"It is quite beautiful," Ye Tu did not deny.

Although Daphne and Irene Wett are equally beautiful, they just have different styles.

But Irene Wett's aloof and detached demeanor and perpetually indifferent expression do indeed evoke a stronger desire to conquer her.

“But I was looking at you just now not to admire your ‘beauty’.”

That girl, Ivy, her mind is always filled with all sorts of nonsense, she's even influenced Irene Vitte.

I'll hang her up and give her a good beating sooner or later.

"You've probably noticed recently that the conversion of magic can't go any further."

It turns out they wanted to talk about 'spiritual practice'.

Irene Vitte lowered her hand, concealing the two barely visible, snow-white, rounded breasts.

She straightened up slightly, her brow furrowing slightly.

"I thought this was normal."

She was always clear that some things don't yield results just because you do them.

So when she discovered last night that her magic conversion had stopped, she only felt that she hadn't tried hard enough.

Judging from Ye Tu's words, there seems to be another hidden reason behind the stagnation of magic conversion.

"It's 'normal,' I suppose, depending on how you interpret it," Ye Tu explained.

"The reason you possess such magical power at this age is, if not entirely, largely due to the artifact you wield, the Frost Feather."

"I believe you are well aware of this yourself."

Irene Veet nodded slightly.

"Ah."

"Your magic does not belong entirely to you; the artifact itself and you can only be considered 'symbiotic'."

This divine artifact, Frost Feather, is actually a magical artifact similar to an 'external core' or a 'second nascent soul,' and it can be inherited through bloodline.

Because of its original design, Frostfeather is in a relatively equal state with its owner.

However, at the moment the current holder dies, it will unleash power surpassing that of an ordinary demigod, annihilating all beings within a certain range who harbor hostility towards the holder.

After that, it will regress to its original form and appear directly in the body of the deceased holder's descendant.

It is a rather good magical artifact.

"So I should give up on [Frostfeather]?"

"No, what you need to do is refine it, and completely make it your own."

Since it is a 'vessel', it has the potential to be refined.

Laws are used by people, and so are 'tools'.

"Refine it...?"

Irene Vitte looked at the feather pattern on her wrist.

Ye Tu seemed to have mentioned before that it was necessary to understand the essence of divine artifacts...

It took her a while to look up again.

What should I do?

……

……

evening.

Irene Vitte has learned the refining method and has begun to attempt to refine [Frost Feather].

Ye Tu stood alone in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the distant sky, which was dyed golden red.

The afterglow of the setting sun was reflected in his pupils.

Through the characteristic of 'observation and enlightenment', he clearly saw that the original two threads had now become five.

This foreshadows that three more people have gained new insights through the "Basic Magic Refining Method".

Among the five Holy Magisters who have already gained some insight, the Guild Master's deduction of the path ahead is the most complete and has the highest feasibility.

At the pinnacle of the Holy Domain, the profound power of a twelfth-tier Holy Archmage was fully revealed.

Secondly, there's Daphne, whose feasibility is much higher than the rest.

As for the three new people, they can't be said to be that bad.

emm...

All I can say is that the future looks promising.

It's already quite good if you can gain some insights from it.

after all……

The Mage Association has seven great holy mages.

……

……

On the other side, nearly ten thousand kilometers away from the Dawn Empire.

A massive island floated in mid-air, and a giant sword pierced through the air, striking the center of the island.

The whirring Skyrail trains come and go, some returning from afar, others heading towards the distance.

Dozens of enormous cloud bridges span the sky, connecting islands and platforms, extending in all directions.

Beside the Cloud Bridge, giant dragons flapped their wings, stirring up a whirlwind, and flew towards the enormous island.

On the cloud bridge, mages, adventurers, elves, dwarves...

here!

It has every mythical race you can imagine!

Welcome to Skye Island

Giant characters made of magic float above the island, and because a special mirroring array is used, they can be clearly seen from any angle.

This is Skye Island!

The headquarters of the Mage Association is now located in the center of the world!

Meanwhile, in the center of the island, on the spine of the giant sword, was a private workshop.

The lights are bright.

Inside the enormous boiler at the very center of the workshop, the medicinal liquid churned, with bubbles of all sizes constantly rising to the surface.

On the workbench to the side, there was a row of test tubes neatly arranged.

Inside were colorful pills, which didn't look very proper.

"Every step was correct."

Daphne held a test tube in her hand, staring at the dark purple 'Spirit-Boosting Pill' inside, but she simply didn't have the courage to take it herself.

After all, the red one they refined before turned into something strange.

She looked at a mirror hanging next to the workbench.

"My esteemed master, Ogal is at your service."

Originally, it was just a mirror used to record data, a mirror with a bit of spirit, but ever since it used that 'Spirit-Enhancing Pill', it has become somewhat crazy.

They insist that they are an all-knowing magic mirror.

Chapter 41 The World Accepts 'Immortal Path'

And know everything?

In Daphne's opinion, the mirror was purely a hallucination caused by drugs.

But speaking of the magic mirror...

In that distant age of gods, there truly was a magic mirror that knew many secrets and caused quite a bit of turmoil.

Even the gods have waged wars under His instigation.

However, it is said that it was later sealed away by a highly revered deity, and its whereabouts have been unknown ever since.

"Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of them all?"

Although this is just a mirror that calls itself a 'magic mirror'.

But in front of a magic mirror, who could resist asking this question?

“Of course it’s you…yeah right!” Ogal’s voice became shrill and grating.

Even the mirror itself emitted a flickering light.

"The most beautiful woman in the world is, of course, the great and radiant lady."

"My esteemed master, you don't think I'm going to talk about you, do you?"

"No way, no way, can anyone really be that narcissistic?"

Daphne: "..."

This bastard has a really foul mouth.

She narrowed her eyes, poured out the alluring dark purple pill from the test tube, isolated it with a layer of magic, and held it between her two fingers.

With a flick of his wrist, the pill flew out and struck the mirror that called itself Ogal.

puff!

The dark purple powder drifted out and seeped into the mirror the moment it touched the surface.

Instantly, the entire mirror began to tremble uncontrollably, and the light reflected in the mirror flickered faster and faster.

Click!

A crack appeared in the middle of the mirror and spread rapidly outwards like a spider web.

Then, lines of distorted, jumbled text appeared—

[Invasion..., the world... changes, no... outsiders... take over... sin... authority, stop... as soon as possible]

Intermittent and extremely disjointed.