Chapter 924
Obtaining the Star-Ring Level Magical Plant: Sky-Piercing Jujube! Encountering the Wizar
Chapter 924 Obtaining the Star-Ring Level Magical Plant: Sky-Piercing Jujube! Encountering the Wizard of Truth
After a series of earthquakes of varying magnitudes, the Supernatural Purgatory gradually stabilized and no longer showed any signs of imminent collapse. Locke looked down towards the direction of the Inheritance Witch Array and saw that the Supernatural Purgatory within it was only the size of a palm, as if it could be held in the hand of an infant, and its shape resembled a crystal lotus flower.
Because the energy fluctuations in the supernatural purgatory are unstable, it constantly emits a strange seven-colored light.
That was the light produced by the constant collision of magical energy fluctuations within purgatory.
Wizard Fisher looked at Locke with a dark expression and said, "Mr. Augustine, you can leave now. Don't go into the supernatural purgatory again."
After finishing his speech, Wizard Fisher ignored Locke and went straight into the castle in the Peach Garden to find the maintenance administrators of the Supernatural Purgatory, ordering them to immediately enter and check the current state of this wizard's secret realm.
This supernatural purgatory contains more than two hundred different projects, large and small, related to the Senate. It can be said to be the lifeblood of the Senate. Therefore, he still needs to go to the various research groups to explain the current situation and check whether there are any losses.
Wizard Fisher's face was grim. If it weren't for the Fisher family being caught in the middle, he would have made Locke pay compensation for the Supernatural Purgatory.
However, the person who granted Locke unauthorized access to the supernatural purgatory was none other than the Fisher family, so he could only pretend that everything was an accident.
Wizard Fisher walked into the Peach Garden. He had already thought of a reason. After all, the Supernatural Purgatory was a wizarding secret realm at the Sun Ring level. How could it be on the verge of collapse because of a mere ordinary second-ring wizard? That would be too fragile.
The only explanation is that the Supernatural Purgatory has an internal bug.
Wizard Fisher nodded. That's right, in this way, none of their family's fault can be blamed.
However, the problem wasn't actually that big, and there was a high probability that no losses would occur, since all the related experiments conducted in the supernatural purgatory were rather crude to begin with.
After all, that place wasn't exactly peaceful; it was constantly embroiled in conflict.
Locke watched as Wizard Fisher entered the Peach Garden and rubbed his nose.
Well, it seems I've been blacklisted by Wizard Fisher from the Longevity Peach Garden. It looks like he's implying that even if I step through the garden's gates again, I might be kicked out.
Wizard Antoine looked at Locke and said, "It seems you've made some gains in the supernatural purgatory. Congratulations. Although I don't know how you managed to get anything in that hellish place."
Locke looked at Antoine and said, "Thank you for your help this time, Antoine."
Antoine said, "No need to thank me. It was just something I did on the side."
Locke said, "By the way, the Double Clone potion you asked me about last time, that kind of potion is too difficult to make, I don't know how to make it yet. Would a Teleportation potion work?"
Locke gave a brief explanation of the [Phantom Transformation Potion].
Antoine's eyes lit up immediately. He said to Locke, "Of course, and the effect will be even better. We're entering an area within the ruins of that world that emits special fluctuations, where powerful magical beasts from other worlds reside. Those magical beasts can become invisible and are filled with aggression. But I've observed that their method of observation seems to rely on sensing a special kind of spirituality, so even if their eyes aren't locked onto an enemy, they can still know the enemy's exact location."
"Perhaps we can indeed use Ling Hong's clone to deceive them. How much do you want?"
Antoine looked up the teleportation potion on the market and gasped.
"Five million magic stones for a bottle? Last time I paid five hundred magic crystal cards and bought eight bottles of second-level potions! Hiss~ This is a special potion that can only be sold in the Xiangshan Islands."
Antoine looked at Locke with a puzzled expression, wondering why Locke would concoct such a potion.
Locke was stunned for a moment before realizing that Antoine was treating the eight Name Potions he had brewed for him last time as eight Second-Order Potions. Only an amateur like him would mistake a Name Potion for a Shifting Potion of the same level.
Locke didn't elaborate on how he got in touch with the Sea Queen through the Feathered Serpent Pavilion, since he still didn't understand who the mysterious wizarding organization was or why it gave Dragonblood Alchemist such special treatment.
Locke said, "That's a second-circle potion made by the Throne Wizard, so it has a premium. I certainly can't charge that much. That's unreasonable."
"People who buy potions from potion masters are actually drawn to the perfect crafting techniques used by the potion masters, and the extra boost that comes from those perfect crafting techniques."
Antoine nodded.
Sometimes the difference between things is just a tiny bit.
Locke said, "I'm not a master potion master. Just give me one million magic stones based on market price and current market value."
Locke said, "However, considering how much you've helped me this time, as long as you prepare the materials yourself, I'll help you refine it. I'll only charge you 500,000 magic stones as a fee for your hard work."
Locke said calmly. He felt his reasoning was rather reasonable.
After all, in theory, you can set your own price. As long as you can sell it, you can sell it for as much as you want.
Ultimately, the price you set only has meaning if someone actually buys it.
Otherwise, it's just self-indulgence.
If he were to actually rob Antoine at the price of five million magic stones per bottle, although he was confident that he could probably succeed, it would be tantamount to offending Antoine and turning it into a one-off deal. Antoine would probably turn against him in the future.
Antoine nodded, clearly agreeing that Locke's price was extremely fair.
"Okay, I'll prepare the materials and then ask you to help me refine it."
Locke said, "The ingredients are the same as the clone potion. There's just one more ingredient: Golden Horned Cicada Spirit Macro. By the way, Antoine, if you're looking for me to make it recently, you'd better hurry, because I'm likely to use most of my spiritual knowledge for other things."
Locke looked at Antoine and said, "I'm likely to be unable to concentrate on brewing any potions for quite some time now."
Antoine's pupils contracted slightly, clearly indicating that he understood Locke's meaning.
"It seems you gained a great deal from the supernatural purgatory."
Locke said, “That’s right. I found the most difficult piece of the puzzle to find in the supernatural purgatory, the one I applied for the top grant to.”
He solved two major mysteries on his own.
The first major mystery is the Maxwell Wizarding Mystery.
The second major mystery is the historical war from 500 years ago.
Antoine said with a slightly heavy heart, "Unfortunately, my progress is still far from being realized. However, if I make a breakthrough discovery, this special grant will go directly to me. Even the future development direction of Golden Crown Mountain will be changed by my application."
Locke waved goodbye to him.
"Good luck. I hope you get what you want."
"If you succeed, I wouldn't mind waiting another year."
Antoine looked at Locke, his eyes filled with a serious expression.
"Locke, if you can produce a project proposal that truly convinces me, I wouldn't mind waiting another year."
Locke looked at Antoine and said, "If you wait another year, you'll be in trouble. Because next year a very powerful wizard will join the competition."
Antoine frowned immediately. "Who?"
Locke said, "My roommate, Daniel."
Antoine's eyes showed a hint of doubt.
"I haven't heard of him, or rather, I don't have any impression of him. If I don't have any impression of him, then it means that I previously thought he wasn't worth remembering. I understand. Since this is your recommendation, I will pay more attention to him in the future."
"I still have a few cronies in the deacon group. Looks like I'll have to have someone keep an eye on him from now on."
Locke waved and walked away.
He summoned the cloud whale, having switched back his mount with Daniel two weeks prior. Now, standing atop the cloud whale, he sped towards the summit of Golden Crown Mountain.
'I used the Historical Recreation spell model to record the location information of the world where Maxwell the Wizard and the Demon King Werewolf originally lived. According to the results I deciphered using the Summon Tomb Spirit, that plane was undoubtedly located at the summit of Mount Golden Crown…'
Locke's expression was serious. The reason he hadn't told anyone after leaving the Supernatural Purgatory was because he suspected that the history of Mount Golden Crown was too long, and even the current wizards of Mount Golden Crown might not be able to fully understand this military fortress that was built tens of thousands of years ago during the Pureblood Era with the goal of using a mountain as an enemy of an entire civilization.
Maxwell, who had been lurking in the Golden Crown Mountain for so many years and was also a genius archaeologist and wizard, must have discovered this part of the secret.
At the summit of Jinmian Mountain, the sun seemed like a great, radiant wheel hanging behind the mountain peaks.
The clouds looked like little cloud fish in the sky.
Sunlight and cloud fish fly together, mountains and sky share the same color.
Locke gazed at the magnificent mountaintop, where a magnificent divine light shone from the summit of the main peak of Golden Crown Mountain, transforming into a pillar of light that hung in the sky.
Locke felt a heavy pressure on his shoulders.
The cloud whale beneath its feet emitted a deep roar, and then it was forced to descend, landing somewhere on the mountainside.
Clearly, the space ahead is off-limits to flight.
The only way is to land on the ground and walk up.
Locke jumped to the ground. The scenery of Golden Crown Mountain was beautiful. Wild grass and flowers were shrouded in the magical glow that emanated from the celestial fire extracted by the celestial magic array. At the same time, a leaping flame could appear around him at any moment.
Fireballs the size of soybeans rolled on Locke's wizard robes.
He remained calm. This was a unique attraction of Jinmian Mountain, a 5A-level scenic area, namely the Flowing Fireball. Due to the inheritance of the magic array that extracts fire energy from the sky, the closer one gets to the summit, the more the air will constantly emanate fire magic.
When these fire spells strike the wizard's robes, they form fireballs that resemble rolling fire beads.
This is known as the "fireball phenomenon".
Locke's figure moved like a discontinuous ink painting, appearing and disappearing on the mountain path, the effects of the teleportation potion not yet worn off.
This ability has been transformed into a persona and entered into one's own persona.
It is still a source without roots, so it will be exhausted over time. But for now, it has become a superpower that seems to be something one is born with, so the speed at which it is activated is even faster than that of ordinary spell models.
Its activation speed is close to that of the Mind School of magic.
Because the magic of the Mind School also produces abilities similar to innate superpowers. Beside a road leading to the mountaintop, Locke saw ancient ruins among the weeds. In the middle of these apprentice-level magical plants and weeds, and even first-ring magical plants and weeds, he saw many ancient weapons that had become one with the earth, especially helmets that seemed to be embedded in stone and fused with the stone, and some greatswords stuck in the ground.
As Locke walked along a mountain path, he saw a whip that looked like a spine among a clump of wild, magical plants. The whip was covered with ancient magical runes.
"Closer. The dimensional coordinates I obtained from the historical reenactment are roughly here," Locke pondered. "However, since it's a location locked through many layers, I can't improve the precision further. But it should be nearby; I can look for it. Hmm? There are magical runes on this weapon."
'This is...'
Locke couldn't understand the text at all; however, after reading it once, he was forced to recall the line of text in his mind.
"This is the spine of the golden dragon Holmes. My friend fought to the last moment in the war. He died at the hands of a storm master amidst the endless onslaught of the Pureblood Order. He gave me his dragon bones, and I used the magical artifact made from them to fight to the very end."
"Before I died, I couldn't help but imagine a pure land, a world where all wizards, regardless of race or origin, studied in the same academy. The only difference between them was their talent and ability. They didn't have to fight every day, forced to watch everyone they knew leave them; they only needed to study. But will this long era of purebloods ever truly end?"
"Future generations, this is the burial place of a truth wizard. Please do not destroy it, leave me with one last place to rest."
Locke was deeply moved.
"We're very close to the summit. The summit is the location of the Golden Crown Mountain's inherited magic array—the magic array that transforms celestial fire. It's the core of Golden Crown Mountain. Did the Pure Blood Order manage to reach this place back then and kill a True Wizard of Golden Crown Mountain here?"
terrible.
How brutal were the wars during the pure-blood era?
In that era, wizards with mixed blood like myself were not qualified to learn magic, and once they mastered magic, they would be hunted down.
An old man suddenly appeared behind Locke, dressed in a wizard's robe and wearing a classic wizard's hat.
"You can read the text above? That makes sense; your bloodline should be able to read the golden dragon script. This truth wizard is a bloodline-based truth wizard, and has made great achievements in bloodline studies."
"Do you know about that famous bloodline experiment—the [White Dragon Berserk Mechanism]?"
Locke turned to look at the old man and blinked.
"Hello, Dean of Gaia Academy."
This wizard was none other than the Truth Wizard of Mount Golden Crown, one of the high-ring wizards behind the academic committee of his own faction.
Locke quickly looked up information about the experiment and found that it was the source of the principles behind a series of Berserk, Boil, and Frenzy spells. As for the specific details, they were hidden because the search was done in a free library. Moreover, since it involved knowledge of high-level wizards, he estimated that even if he searched in a paid library, he would have difficulty finding out the details.
The Dean of Gaia Academy bowed to the weapon.
When Locke saw that the Wizard of Truth had bowed, he immediately followed suit and bowed as well.
Dean Gaia said in a deep voice, "The White Dragon Rampage mechanism proves that the blood essence of magical creatures naturally has a tendency to expand magical pressure and desires to enhance their bloodline power by consuming certain substances."
"Alright. You can go up now. This is a closed area of the academy, and you can't go up without an application. However, it might be nice for you young people to walk along this road that has many historical relics once in a while."
“You people have all forgotten this history.”
"I don't know what those people did back then. The pure-blood era is getting further and further away from now. Even if there are some people who occasionally want to imitate their methods, they are just imitating. You don't know the bloodshed and horror of that history."
"You new generation are really lucky."
The Dean of Gaia Academy gazed into the distance and said, "Exploring the limits of truth and nurturing you new talents is the duty and honor of us old folks."
Locke bowed to him.
Dean Gaia suddenly turned to Locke and said, "Locke, this era belongs to us, not you. Do you understand?"
Locke looked at him with a puzzled expression.
Does this mean that the wizarding world is still controlled by this group of people, and that these young wizards are not yet capable of making a difference?
The Dean of Gaia Academy suddenly laughed.
"If one day in the future you reach my position, if that day ever comes, you will understand what I mean right now. Alright, go ahead."
"I'm really getting old. In a moment of reflection, I ended up saying so much useless stuff to a young wizard."
Locke bowed to him again, then quickly left.
This wizard of truth was so distant from him that he could not understand what the other party meant.
I can't understand it at all.
Locke even doubted that he had completely misunderstood what the truth wizard had told him.
This is because the difference in magic levels between the two sides is too great.
Locke searched around and finally found a rock wall covered with murals.
Locke stood before the rock wall, his pupils suddenly shrinking, for the picture on the rock wall depicted the world he had seen in the Demon King Werewolf's historical reenactment spell model.
It was a world like a small island.
There are many werewolves up there.
That's right...
That entire world was actually just a mural on a rock face on this mountaintop.
That world is just a mural.
That demon king werewolf was just a figure in this mural.
Locke swallowed hard as he looked at the picture.
"What level of wizard could do this?"
He looked at the lower right corner of the mural and saw that it was signed by an anonymous person.
Locke's hand touched the mural.
"A painting is a world in itself. It must have been left here by an extremely skilled magic painter."
"The painting is full of werewolves, not a single human. If this was left over from the pure-blood era, then the magic painter who created this painting must have been a wizard from another race. This painting is likely expressing his rejection of human wizards. This was not unusual in that era."
"So Maxwell discovered this, entered the painting, conducted an archaeological sociological experiment inside, and brought the results out, which led to the werewolf's soul fragments entering the Senate's supernatural purgatory after his death."
Although it's a convoluted story, this is probably the truth of what happened in the past.
Locke looked at the center of the mural and saw a towering pillar. Upon closer inspection, he noticed several tiny roots drawn at the bottom of the pillar, indicating that it was a magical plant.
The top of the pillar is decorated with several tiny, barely visible leaves.
Locke gasped. Could the Wizard of Truth really do this?
I'm not even sure myself.
Locke hesitated for a moment, then placed his palm on the mural. The next moment, the entire mural seemed to come alive.
In truth, he had no idea how to enter the mural world. If it were so easy to enter, the wizards of Golden Crown Mountain would have discovered the anomaly here long ago, instead of thinking it was just an ordinary magic painting.
I don't know why, but as soon as I touched the magic painting, it came to life and started to generate a suction force.
The next moment, Locke entered this world.
He flew over the world and found the central pillar of heaven.
"Could it be that the condition for entry is having seen this world before? Or something like that?"
Locke understood that he must have met some kind of entry condition, which was why he was able to enter the small world of the mural as soon as he touched it.
The most likely explanation is that the entry requirement was having been to this small world before, thus granting the qualification to enter.
Although it's a bit far-fetched, it does explain how Maxwell the Wizard entered this world.
Locke looked at the pillar-like, rod-shaped magical plant in front of him.
"This is a magical plant of the Star Ring level..."
"Imaginary roots are also very advanced; they are not the most ordinary imaginary roots."
"Is this a Heavenly Date?"
Locke used the Great Roaring Dragon Sparrow to fly to the top of the magical plant and saw that the relatively small jujube tree branches had a few jujubes, a few jujube leaves, and jujube thorns on the branches.
Locke picked a date and took a bite.
"Hmm, it has no taste at all, like a blank page. That's it, this is the Sky-Piercing Jujube."
Locke ate the jujubes from the Sky-Piercing Jujube in a few bites.
now it's right.
The dates from the Qingtian Jujube have no taste, no energy, and are deceptive. They are also difficult to digest. If you eat this kind of thing every day, you will feel full every day, but you will be hungry every day. Eventually, you will starve to death.
The Sky-Supporting Jujube possesses immense weight and can change size at will, stretching and contracting freely. It is a top-tier weapon-type magical plant, seemingly originating from a laboratory and later falling into the endless void where it transformed into a wild magical plant.
The dates from the Sky-Piercing Dates are also a key ingredient in the second-level potion, the Gluttonous Potion.
Only by extracting the essence from it can one refine the Gluttonous Elixir.
(End of this chapter)