Chapter 887
The Ancestral Master's Test and the Super Verdant Spirit Ore
Chapter 887 The Ancestral Master's Test and the Super Verdant Spirit Ore
The patriarch of young archaeology smiled, put his hands behind his back, and said, "After you passed my final test, I am absolutely certain that you are not a pawn of the Tower of the Black Sun."
"But you do indeed possess the spirit of the Black Sun Tower."
Locke asked, "Grandmaster, please explain what the 'Spiritual Movement' of the Tower of the Black Sun is?"
The patriarch of young archaeology spoke to Locke in a relatively equal manner: "So-called agility is a wizard's special sensitivity to negative energy particle fields, including intuition about history."
"The higher one's agility, the more one can sense key historical information amidst chaotic information. The higher one's agility, the greater the things one can accomplish. Furthermore, agility is not just an intuition, but also includes a resonance with a certain period of history."
"You resonate deeply with the Tower of the Black Sun and the Age of Stars, which is why I was wary of you before. But things have changed now; you are now my accomplice. You possess a power that I lack, a power that can evade my schemes, and naturally, it can also evade the schemes of the Tower of the Black Sun, the ancestral home of sacrificial magic. You possess traits similar to those of the princess."
“I can tell you something, and you guessed correctly. The one who was truly dethroned was the princess. The princess was the one who ended the Age of Stars, and it was she who defeated the Tower of the Black Sun.”
"But the world has forgotten the princess."
A terrifying power suddenly rose within the entire fake tomb space.
The dragon bloodline within Locke's body was boiling.
A dark sun appeared in the fake tomb.
Just before the afterimage of the dark sun could materialize, the young patriarch suddenly flicked his finger, and a historical boundary marker flew out, suppressing the afterimage of the dark sun.
“The Tower of the Black Sun has been unable to pinpoint my location. However, as you have seen, there is much information I cannot reveal. To do so would trigger the Tower of the Black Sun’s sacrificial magic.”
"Over the years, I have seen far too many wizards fall victim to evil forces because they learned certain [information]."
The patriarch of young archaeology said to Locke, "That's why I only wanted you to read the Historic Boundary Marker before, not for you to truly understand that history."
"I just want someone who has seen that history, and to make sure that history stays in your mind. That's enough. Enough for me to use in my planning."
Locke realized what was happening and felt a great sense of danger.
"You think I'm the Eye of the Persepolis gods?"
The patriarch of young archaeology smiled.
"Back then, you and I were just strangers. And I will repay any favors I owe you immediately."
"So, you don't need to feel wronged. In this world, once you enter the academic world, who isn't someone else's pawn?"
"But if you don't join the academic lineage, you will be marginalized."
"In this world, only groundbreaking figures can rise to prominence through sheer hard work; they must possess wisdom comparable to mine. However, academic circles and academies are relatively lenient, not cruel at all. If you were born in an earlier era, you would face far more challenging circumstances than you do now."
The grandfather of archaeology, with his hands behind his back, said, "Let's get back to the topic. Locke, you have proven your worth. You have defied my predictions three times, so you are no longer a tool, but my ally."
"So, I'm going to place a bet on you. Sigh, it's been a long time since I've placed a bet. I lost the last one, so I haven't gambled in a long time."
The pioneer of young archaeology holds a key shaped like a bronze fish.
"This is the key to this fake tomb. This tomb can change its shape. If you feel that the shape of an ancient tomb is taboo, you can change its shape. It can become an underground city, a tower, or something like that."
"With this bronze eyebrow fish, you can activate the spirit within this ancient tomb."
Locke looked at the founding father of young archaeology with a puzzled expression.
The patriarch said, “Unlike that historical diamond, which entered your spirit and immediately gave you the agility of a sun ring, as well as great magic to transform you, this is about overdrawing your own potential and mixing a considerable amount of my artificial power into your spiritual energy.”
"It's what I used to limit your potential and prevent you from seeing me a third time."
Locke was both amused and exasperated.
“Grandmaster, you don’t need to go into so much detail about your evil plan.”
The patriarch frankly stated, "I have always been bold in my actions and willing to take responsibility. If you choose the Historical Diamond, it means you will stop here, you will be manipulated by the Tower of the Black Sun, and then you will be my enemy."
“You can only be a pawn for me and the Tower of the Sun. But now I consider you an ally, and I’ve placed a bet on you. The spiritual energy within this fake tomb cannot be manipulated at will. You need to construct an archaeological spell model according to the method I left in the fake tomb, and replace all the spell models here with yours before you can manipulate the spiritual energy within this fake tomb.”
"This fake tomb can provide you with agility roughly equivalent to a Sun Ring-level magical pressure."
"However, with your current magical pressure, you can at most modify it and utilize its spiritual energy to reach the Star Ring level. In other words, although the spiritual energy provided by this fake tomb is also external and artificial, it is spiritual energy that you created yourself using the tools and framework I left behind. It is fundamentally different from that jewel."
Locke suddenly realized.
That is to say, the ancestor giving him this fake tomb is equivalent to giving him a historical gem. However, this historical gem needs to be built by himself, requires his own efforts, and will grow as he grows.
After handing over the key and the spell model to Locke, the founding father of archaeology said, "Locke, do you remember when I told you that if you could see me a second time, your archaeology would be considered to have reached a high level?"
"This is the second time you've seen me. While your archaeological magic is still just average, I must admit that you are now a qualified archaeologist."
"Locke, you can start constructing the spell model right here."
Locke paused for a moment.
"Now?"
The patriarch of young archaeology looked at Locke with a half-smile and said, "What else? How long do you want to wait? I'm here, and I can slightly distort time so that only a short time passes outside, but you can build spell models here for a long time."
"If you construct it here, it will be easier for me to give you some pointers."
With a wave of his hand, the patriarch conjured a stone slab in front of him. Locke looked down at the slab and saw a spell inscribed on it—the [Historical Resonance Spell].
After reading it, Locke constructed a spell model of the related Historical Resonance Spell in his mind, and the spell was very interesting.
This is a special spell model structure constructed using historical records and the magic of wizards. I cannot fully understand the entire Historical Resonance Spell yet, and it seems to be a spell that can be learned indefinitely.
Locke began attempting to construct a spell based on this model, using historical records to imbue his spiritual power...
One year later in the fake tomb space.
Before Locke was a unique magical model structure resembling a planet. This planet was surrounded by numerous historical records, and its surface was riddled with craters from which countless historical records emerged as beams of light.
The planet itself is still slowly rotating.
This is a [historical resonance spell].
Locke breathed softly. The Mordor language had 220 basic runes, making it the most complex basic magical language he had ever seen. The spell model structure of the Historical Resonance Charm was like a planet, and its structure was also very complex.
As this historical resonance sphere rotates, historical records flow within it, transforming into historical auras corresponding to a thousand demonic pressures.
The patriarch nodded.
"A year isn't a long time. Your talent for archaeological magic is indeed quite good. This fake tomb currently has enough historical materials. You can stay here and read the materials while constructing the Historical Resonance Charm. You need to construct a total of twenty Historical Resonance Charms."
"However... the difficulty increases with each time you construct a Historical Resonance Charm."
"There are nineteen left!"
Locke said, "What limits the construction of the Historical Resonance Spell is not only historical materials, but also my level of archaeology? My level of reading and using the Mordor language?"
The patriarch said, “That is indeed the case. But with me by your side, you can rest assured that I will ensure you can complete the remaining 19 Historical Resonance Spells, allowing you to possess the equivalent of 20,000 Demonic Pressure in Historical Spirituality.”
"Alright, Locke, let's begin."
Inside the fake tomb, 30 years passed in the blink of an eye. The patriarch seemed to have exhausted himself, and his appearance changed from youth to old age, with a hint of fatigue showing in his pupils.
However, he looked at Locke with admiration at this moment.
"Thirty-one years have passed, and you probably regret it now. I told you long ago that choosing the Historic Diamond would have made things much easier for you. Look at you, you've worked hard here for thirty-one years, and you've barely managed to construct twenty Historic Resonance Charms using this fake tomb of mine."
At this moment, Locke had twenty historical 'planets' floating in front of him.
Historical records flowed between these 'planet' locations, collectively enhancing Locke's sensitivity to historical materials and transforming them into his historical dynamism.
On Mount Golden Crown, Locke's clone in the underground research facility in the Dune world opened his eyes. He was momentarily disoriented, but quickly regained his sense of time from the Wizarding World.
Because the thirty-one years that the patriarch distorted for him in the fake tomb space, from an outsider's perspective, seemed more like a distortion of his perception of time, rather than a true distortion of time itself.
I sensed my own vitality and discovered that both my body and soul remained young.
In other words, those thirty-one years were more like an illusion that extended his sense of time. His advanced meditation technique was already extremely profound, so his mental strength was resilient enough to withstand this level of illusion.
Otherwise, if an ordinary person were here, their soul would probably have already split due to the difference in their perception of time.
Inside the fake tomb, Locke thanked his ancestor, saying, "Thank you for guiding me for thirty-one years. I can call you my teacher now."
Inside the fake tomb, the patriarch smiled.
"Archaeological wizards are generally equal. You don't need to call me teacher; I've already said we're just allies."
“I’ve placed a bet on you. So, my investment in you is just my stake. You are not my pawn; pawns can’t win against the Tower of the Sun. Locke, be careful. My power is no longer sufficient to remain here. But you must be very careful…”
"Beware of the Black Sun Tower... The path of your bloodline is severed. During the Sun Ring stage, you will face a life-or-death crisis. You know about the princess. You are also a thorn in the side of the Black Sun Tower."
The figure of the patriarch gradually shattered and faded away.
"Locke, I hope you can find me a third time."
"At that time, I will give you something truly important."
"Also, be careful of the people around you. The most terrifying thing about offending the Black Sun Tower is that you can't trust the people around you. Because some people are already their puppets without even realizing it, and they have a very good relationship with you, seemingly willing to go to great lengths for you."
"This is a difficult road."
Locke was suddenly back on the fake tomb. He was momentarily dazed, but immediately activated the advanced meditation technique, connecting his current memories with those before entering the fake tomb.
In the vast river of the Imaginary Number Sea, Hussein's body was almost severed in half by the black coffin ship. He coughed up blood and weakly asked Locke, "Did you get what you wanted?"
Hussein pulled his lower body from the river and used the Blood Curse as a connector to link his upper and lower body together. His arms had regenerated. Locke picked up the Bronze Eyebrow Fish Key; his twenty Historical Reappearance Spells were currently located within this fake tomb, which was essentially his Spiritual Resource Center.
It's likely that the patriarch needed so many fake tombs precisely because he used them as his computing power centers.
At this point, he controlled the fake tomb to sink to the bottom of the river.
Hussein said weakly to Locke, "It seems you've had quite a haul."
Locke nodded.
"However, there are too many things involved here for me to explain in detail."
"Hussein, thank you for helping me stop this fake tomb."
Hussein replied nonchalantly, “Yes. It’s nothing, absolutely right. I’m not one to pry too much either. As long as you get what you want, that’s fine. We all got what we wanted during this Void Exploration.”
"Now we should be able to organize the return flight, right?"
At this time, all three upper planes of the Three Cave World returned to the present world, and the creation flaws of the Three Cave Worlds have been repaired, and the entire world is on the verge of advancement.
Locke's Rangers are found almost all over the world, becoming the mainstream of civilization in this world.
Locke said to Hussein, "If you want to go back, I can send the exploration vanguard back first. I need to sort out my gains here and collect the spirit minerals of this world."
The Three Caves World is rich in Spirit Essence Ore, and I have already invested tens of millions of Magic Stones in this Three Caves World.
Whether you can quickly recoup your investment and make a fortune depends on the number of spiritual energy veins in the celestial realm.
Locke glanced at Hussein and remembered what his master had told him: if you are an enemy of the Black Sun Tower, you must be careful of everyone around you.
Because the people around you can easily become pawns of the Black Sun Tower, even if you don't know it.
So, is the patriarch credible?
Locke's eyes flickered.
Unbelievable!
"When the Grandmaster communicated with me, he secretly plotted against me once, but I avoided his historical treasure. For the next thirty-one years, aside from a few words he spoke to me at the beginning, I was essentially the only one who worked hard."
He's still wary of me.
Locke pondered, "Besides that, he also wanted to understand me during those thirty-one years. I still can't tell how much of what he told me was true and how much was false. He said he placed a bet on me, but in fact, I don't know whether he bet on me to lose or on me to win."
Locke's eyes flickered, his super intuition from his dragon bloodline helping him to clear his mind.
“There are many kinds of betting. Betting that I will lose is one kind of betting, and betting that I will win is another kind of betting.”
His mind was racing, trying to guess what his ancestor was thinking, even though the thinking of a low-level wizard was limited and he couldn't completely see through the thinking of a high-level wizard.
'If he's betting on me winning, then he's betting that I can become the Sun Ring Wizard and overcome the Sun Ring tribulation. If he's betting on me losing… then it's strange; why would he want me to see him a third time?'
Locke racked his brains.
The figures of the Persepolis gods flashed before his eyes.
Yes, regardless of whether the Persepolis gods win or lose in their struggle against him, he is fulfilling his ancestor's plan.
Compared to his master, he was indeed a low-level wizard, and his thinking was more limited, but he had already seen one of his complete plans.
That was his plan regarding the gods of Persepolis.
'If he's betting on me losing, it probably serves his interests, and I'll still go see him a third time.'
Locke had a feeling that he was not a true ally of the founder.
Because the founder could only be certain that he was not a pawn of the Black Sun Tower, but he could not be certain whether the people around him were, nor could he be certain whether he could escape the clutches of the Black Sun Tower.
In this situation, how can he determine his own position?
Therefore, I'm afraid I need to find out in what state I should be in when I see him for the third time so that he can truly be sure of his attitude towards me.
As for what he said in the fake tomb, it's hard to tell whether it's true or false, and I can't believe it all.
It's certain that the founder was on the princess's side.
But they may not necessarily be on your side.
After all, he had already schemed against him more than once.
The Tower of the Black Sun currently has very little information of its own.
Locke sighed. If he had chosen the Historical Diamond in the fake tomb, it would indeed have been a way to sever the cause and effect, thus avoiding being drawn into this vortex.
However, in doing so, he would not be able to gain control of the fake tomb, nor would he be able to obtain the benefits of the thirty-one-year historical resonance spell.
After Hussein recovered somewhat, Locke took him to find old Henry, and the three of them went together to the place in the heavens where they were assimilated into the mortal world.
At this moment, the entire celestial realm had settled on the crater, merging with the earth.
Locke first found the sealed stone that had fallen into the hands of the giants on the mountain and broke the seal. After all, he had signed an agreement with these wizards before setting off, which stipulated that if they died, he would have to pay compensation to the party they designated.
A vaporization wizard has to pay twenty times his monthly salary in compensation.
That is, 200,000 magic stones.
Although this amount of money is small for me right now, I'll save it wherever I can.
At this moment, the illusionist bowed to Locke. He had been worried that Locke wouldn't come to his rescue, but now he felt relieved.
"Thank you, Archmage Augustine."
"Thank you for saving me."
Locke nodded slightly.
Meanwhile, old Henry beside him raised the treasure-hunting ruler, which floated in the air and began to rotate around a certain point. After about ten minutes, old Henry showed surprise on his face.
"My God, what a huge mineral vein. I knew that the Celestial Realm of this world possessed a large number of Azure Spirit Essence mineral veins."
"That vanished Void Demon Plant fished out the spiritual essence of the Imaginary Number Sea day and night."
"It has long since condensed a large amount of verdant spiritual energy."
The group followed the treasure-hunting ruler.
With each slight movement of the treasure-hunting ruler, it began to change direction. Soon, they stopped at the point of clash between three mountain ranges, in the valley where a verdant vein of spiritual energy lay.
This vein must be extremely large.
Locke saw that the vein had many caves that were constantly spewing out verdant spiritual energy.
Old Henry used his treasure-hunting ruler to estimate the approximate area of the vein, and his jaw nearly dropped.
"This is a super-green spiritual energy vein. I think the Persepolis gods themselves couldn't use this green spiritual energy, but they knew it was all good stuff, so after plundering these resources from the mortal world, they piled them all up in this vein."
"Unbelievable. I wonder how much this vein has in reserves."
"However, there is a problem. When the Persepolis gods transported the ore veins, they entangled these veins with a large amount of impurities, which degraded the quality of the ore veins themselves. I estimate that we need to build a mining shaft here, and then build an ore purification and treatment plant."
Old Henry pondered.
"This is also a huge expense. Captain, I think you'll need to hire at least three excellent alchemists at the crystallization stage to develop these mines."
Locke asked, "Old Henry, are you sure you can handle this?"
"If you come to help me, I can share some of the profits with you."
The three small mines in the world today were only able to be mined after the digging wells were built with the help of old Henry.
It's safe to say that bringing the old pirate along this time was definitely worth every penny.
Otherwise, even with those three small veins, he could only utilize the pure, emerald-green spiritual energy ore on the surface, and it would be difficult to quickly obtain the deeper ones.
As an excellent enchanter, Old Henry had a way to efficiently mine spirit ore.
Old Henry hesitated for a moment, swallowed hard, and after careful consideration, decided to refuse.
"Me? I can't do it. I'm a pirate, and pirates can only obtain resources by plundering. If I set up a spirit mine here, wouldn't that be the same as settling down here?"
"Then am I still considered a pirate?"
Hussein whispered, “I’m a senior partner at Mithril Law Firm. This is my business card. If you need it, I can represent you in court, clear your name, and turn you into a white wizard.”
Locke glanced at Hussein in surprise. That's right, he's a second-circle wizard.
Her status at Mithril Law Firm was certainly elevated.
Old Henry's eyes widened.
"How much will it cost you to help me with this lawsuit?"
Hussein said, "It depends on the situation, some cases are more difficult than others. Your case is quite challenging. Generally speaking, it would start at 30 million magic stones."
"The main problem is your long criminal record. If you were caught by the White Wizarding Association's witcher squad, you wouldn't even be able to get into the wizard prison. I think you would be executed immediately."
Old Henry's eyes widened.
"Damn it, you lawyers can rob money faster than we pirates!"
(End of this chapter)