Chapter 928
The Entrance to the Tower of the Black Sun and the Past of the Sea Queen's Throne
Chapter 928 The Entrance to the Tower of the Black Sun and the Past of the Sea Queen's Throne
Beyond this era, a magnificent throne sits a dragon smoking opium, and the wizards of the Black Sun Tower perform rituals for the dragon.
The dragon banged his pipe against the armrest of the massive throne. The pipe struck the armrest, and the grayish-white ash that fell from it caused the wizards of the Black Sun Tower to change color drastically. Each piece of grayish-white ash was as big as a mountain and contained boundless magical pressure.
The dragon wasn't smoking ordinary cigarettes; they were derivatives of high-ring magical plants, embers from the past.
He wasn't smoking opium, but rather the power of faith from the entire wizarding civilization of the past.
The high-ring wizards of the Black Sun Tower all felt their breathing become labored, their hearts pound, and they were restless. Countless voices appeared in their ears, all of them cursing and roaring, and all the negative prayers drifted out from the scattered ashes.
A third-ring wizard struggled to speak, "Your Highness, our rank is insufficient to withstand this power of faith. If this continues, we will all be assimilated. Have we done something wrong?"
The dragon extinguished the smoke.
"Weak, too weak."
"Terrible, absolutely terrible."
"You want to truly join the Tower of the Black Sun? You can't even withstand a single ember of an era."
"I sent you down to investigate who repeatedly triggered the expulsion curse, and so many days have passed, why is there still no news?"
The third-ring wizard who had spoken hesitated for a moment, then said, "Your Highness, we haven't found anything. A force has intervened."
A voice landed on the throne. "Who?"
The third-ring wizard said, "Mount Golden Crown."
The dragon said impatiently, "Then get rid of it."
The third-ring wizard said, "This... we can't do it. In the pure-blood era of the past, Golden Crown Mountain possessed the ability to ensure its survival even under attack from the entire wizarding civilization, and to guarantee its existence at all times. Even though they should be far from having this ability now, they are still very troublesome."
"They are the top wizarding academy in Yunze Wetlands..."
The dragon on the throne grew impatient and struck his palm with his pipe.
"Your era is a mess. The strong are held hostage by the weak, and the weak are deceived by the strong. It's chaotic, with no hierarchy and no system."
"Possessing the ability to survive an attack from an entire civilization?"
"But now you don't have that ability anymore?"
The third-ring wizard said, "Our ritual magic network is not yet complete. Without rituals, our magical power cannot be unleashed. Moreover, the rate of expansion of magical power in the modern magical age is the sum of the rates of expansion of magical power in the past several eras. That is why Mount Golden Crown has lost its ability to resist the entire world."
The world-destroying dragon stood up from its seat.
"In that case, I'll go down there myself. I want to see what kind of power this so-called wizarding university, which is supposed to be able to withstand an entire civilization within an era, really has."
As soon as he finished speaking, the wizards of the Tower of the Black Sun looked up, only to see that the demonic dragon had vanished, and sitting on the throne was once again a rotting and bloated giant corpse. The corpse sat limply on the throne, its head tilted back helplessly as it looked up at the sky, its face covered by an ugly black mask.
The mask was twisted and contorted.
……
In the office of the Sea Queen at the Root Crown Court, Locke left the Golden Crown Mountain dormitory immediately after hanging up the video call with Wizard Terence.
Next, he went to the Rootcrown Royal Court, intending to give a bottle of the Teleportation Potion he had recently concocted to the Sea Queen.
Little did he know that the Sea Queen wasn't in her office at all; her family witch had told him to wait for her there.
So, after waiting for an hour, Locke took advantage of that time to contact the wizard Alaric at the Merri Ruins.
Wizard Alaric seemed to be on vacation at some manor. He paused for a moment after receiving Locke's video call.
"Huh? Don't you Yunze Wetlands have holidays? Today is the Golden Festival in our border area between darkness and light, and we are celebrating. Basically, all the wizards in the Wizard Land are celebrating."
Locke couldn't help but think for a moment that the holiday at Yunze Wetland seemed to be just an excuse to sell things.
I've been at Jinmian Mountain for so long, but I haven't really enjoyed any holidays.
No one takes a holiday at Yunze Wetland!
Alaric immediately looked as if he had been taken aback.
“Lord Augustine, I had heard that Yunze Wetlands was in trouble before, but I didn’t expect it to be this bad. Luckily, I’m not going to take any teaching position at the wizarding university there.”
Locke nodded and said, "Then happy holidays. Alaric, I need to hire a wizard to go to the Cold Mountain Ruins."
Alaric nearly coughed up the wizard's wine he had just drunk.
"Hanshan Ancient Site? This..."
"Is that the city where even second-ring wizards can't get out after entering?"
Why do you need to send someone to that city?
Locke asked, "Can you help me find the person? Or can you help me issue a quest to recruit second-circle wizards to go to the edge of the Cold Mountain Ruins? All they need to do is collect the sunrise and sunset of the Cold Mountain Ruins according to my spell model."
Alaric glanced at the simplified spell model diagram provided by Locke and immediately explained.
"Isn't this the Golden Spell project from my teacher Russell's laboratory?"
Locke was somewhat surprised.
"You actually know this?"
Alaric said, "Of course I know. Well, actually it's because the senior student who did this before was very famous in our lab. He always looked bitter and resentful, with a face that seemed to hate the world, and he didn't communicate with anyone else. It seemed that communicating was useless, because what he did had nothing to do with other people."
"Then he disappeared without a trace. I remember he was wasting a lot of his time every day on the pointless task of collecting the sun's orbit. It seemed to have been a huge blow to him."
Locke nodded slightly. Collecting this data required a second-ring wizard to do it personally to ensure the accuracy of the data, but it really didn't require any technical skill; it was just a tedious task.
Doing this kind of thing too much could completely disrupt your rhythm and reduce your future potential.
I can imagine what the second-circle wizard who conducted this experiment for Russell's Throne was feeling. He probably even had murderous thoughts. No wonder he was eventually forced to become a dark wizard.
Alaric looked at Locke with a look of horror.
"How did this damn sinkhole end up in your hands? Did my teacher draft you into the army too?"
Locke's expression was strange. "A sinkhole? In the words of your teacher, Lord Russell, this is a very good project."
Alaric looked frightened and asked tentatively, "Lord Augustine, you wouldn't tell my teacher what I said, would you?"
"Absolutely not."
"In his eyes, this Golden Spell project is the best project. The wizards who said his project was bad in front of him before did not get any benefit."
Locke said, “Of course I won’t tell Russell’s Throne. Don’t worry about that. It’s a project your teacher offered me, and according to him, it’s helpful for a research I’m currently doing.”
Alaric said, "Oh. I see. But you'd better be careful."
Alaric considered the possibility of Locke and Russell's throne talking again, and he immediately stopped talking. After all, if what he said reached his teacher's ears, he would be the one who would suffer the most.
Alaric said to Locke, "If that's the case, then Lord Augustine, you don't need to hire anyone to go to the Cold Mountain Ruins. Before leaving his post, that senior brother gave me some of the data he had collected."
"Let me look. I found it. That's right, the last data he collected that he didn't send to the teacher came from the Hanshan Ancient Site."
"Isn't this a coincidence...? The teacher doesn't know this data exists. If you want it, I'll send it to you."
Locke nodded, surprised by this unexpected gain. It seemed that Alaric was indeed well-liked within the Russell Throne team. When he left, he probably didn't want to give the data to the Russell Throne, so he gave it to him instead.
This reveals the student's deep resentment towards Russell's throne.
Alaric sent the data to the Gray Mist Slate, and through a small group within the Gray Mist Slate, he sent all the information to himself.
Locke checked the data and found that it was indeed what he needed.
Locke asked him, "How many magic stones?"
Alaric paused for a moment, then laughed and said, "No need to pay. That senior didn't charge me when he gave me the materials, so I'm giving them to you for free."
Locke noticed that the people in the border area between darkness and light seemed to be more generous than the wizards in other wizarding lands. He couldn't imagine that there would be a white wizard in other places who would give things to him for free.
So Locke was stunned for a moment, and he even seriously considered whether he should give Alaric the money.
Locke looked at Alaric and asked, "Although you are celebrating a holiday, why hasn't your magic pressure improved much, Alaric? It's been almost two years since the Cloud Cup, but your magic pressure now is not much different from that time."
Alaric glanced at Locke with a complicated expression.
"I've been giving up lately."
Locke looked at him with a puzzled expression.
Alaric said, “Lord Augustine, let me tell you a story. There was an ugly duckling that accidentally entered a flock of swans. When they were young, it mistakenly thought it was the same as them. But when the swans and the ugly duckling grew up, the difference became apparent.”
"So the ugly duckling will always be an ugly duckling. But a swan is a swan from birth." "Lord Augustine, golden magic... You're not a wizard who studies golden magic, so you don't know that this phenomenon is even more severe in the field of golden magic. My golden bloodline has an upper limit; I can't become a second-circle wizard."
Alaric said, "However, if I just give up my desire to become a second-circle wizard, I'll find a whole new world. I can go to the lower-level wizarding community on the border between the light and dark, and I can enjoy life here."
Locke asked two questions.
“Alaric, first question, who told you these things? Second question, does Wizard Russell know about these things?”
Alaric was taken aback. "How did you know?"
He chuckled self-deprecatingly.
"As expected of a second-ring great wizard. A year ago, I met a wizard from the genius class of the border between darkness and light. It was in front of him that I realized what a genius was. Those were true geniuses. He told me that they disdained to participate in outside competitions."
"He told me that my golden bloodline has an upper limit, and that I have already reached my limit and have no more potential."
Alaric lowered his head and said, "He recently developed the Beholder Golden Construct, a symbol of the boundary between light and darkness."
“Locke, these things… my teacher doesn’t know about them yet, and I don’t dare to let him know. I’m very confused right now. I don’t even know why my teacher accepted me in the first place. Was it just because I performed well in the Yunze Cup? Maybe that was the limit for this ugly duckling.”
"I really feel guilty towards him."
Locke glanced at him with a complicated expression, then looked at the free information Alaric had given him on his gray fog stone slab.
“I don’t understand anything about gold magic, and I certainly don’t understand the difficulty of learning gold magic for those with low-level gold bloodlines. But I believe there must be a reason why the Russell Throne chose you. Alaric, you’ve only let yourself down.”
Locke asked, "Alaric, I don't know what happened to you, or who told you these things. But that person had ill intentions."
"So I immediately realized that what you said wasn't your true thought, but something someone told you. I ask you, what is a second-circle wizard?"
Alaric said, "Those who walk further on the path of truth, the more powerful wizards..."
Locke said, "None of them, but rather multiple transcendents."
Alaric's eyes widened.
Locke said, "A second-ring wizard is a second-generation transcendent of the racial soul limit, that is, a multiple transcendent. From this point on, it means that a wizard has become accustomed to constantly surpassing himself."
"You say I don't understand gold magic, so I can't understand you? But if you really want to become a second-circle wizard, then you need to surpass yourself and surpass the gold bloodline in your body."
Alaric's pupils suddenly contracted.
"Second-circle wizards are multiple transcendents... people who are used to pushing the limits?"
"Becoming a second-circle wizard has always meant surpassing the past... one's own golden bloodline. So the grade of this golden bloodline is not the biggest obstacle limiting me. Is my mindset the real obstacle?"
A burning flame was visible in Alaric's eyes.
Outside the Sea Queen's office, the Sea Queen placed her hand on the doorknob. She was chewing a piece of gum and was about to push open the office door, but after hearing Locke's words, her hand froze in place.
She stood there for a long time, and then complex emotions, even resistance, appeared in Neptune's eyes.
"The plural transcendent?"
"A wizard who transcends the limits? What era is this? There are still wizards who hold such an ancient concept."
"Naive...so naive."
Neptune sighed.
"But I just love teaching innocent children."
"Am I destined to never get rid of them in this lifetime?"
With a cold expression, the Sea Queen pushed open the door and entered her office. Locke immediately hung up the phone with Alaric and stood up to bow to her, saying, "I apologize, Your Majesty, because I have been waiting here for a long time without seeing you, so I asked a friend for some information."
Neptune raised her hand and gave him a thumbs-up, saying, "You don't need to say so much to me."
"I don't care about these things."
"I've said it before, you don't need to follow so many rules in front of me."
Locke looked at Neptune strangely, wondering why Neptune's tone was colder today, and even seemed to be keeping him at arm's length.
The Sea Queen said, "I heard from my family wizard that you came to see me today. Is there something you need?"
Locke said, "Your Majesty, this is a teleportation potion I concocted. I used some time to practice it after I returned last time."
A hint of surprise flickered in the Sea Queen's eyes as she picked up the potion and took a sniff.
This potion of teleportation is of very high quality, even approaching the quality of the ones I make myself.
The Sea Queen asked, "What is the golden bloodline within you?"
Locke hesitated for a moment and said, "My teacher said that this seems to be a world-destroying demon dragon."
A look of surprise crossed Neptune's face.
"Hmm? Mount Golden Crown truly lives up to its reputation as a gathering place for dragon-blooded wizards. It's quite a strange sight to find a human wizard with the bloodline of a demonic dragon. The World-Destroying Demonic Dragon is a very high-level golden bloodline, which explains your talent in golden magic. You can leave now. I will announce the time for the third lesson."
"Because Wizard John contacted me, I can't start the third lesson immediately. It just so happens that your Golden Crown Mountain is applying for special funding recently. Let's schedule the third lesson for a month from now."
Locke bowed to the Sea Queen and said, "I will obey you, Lady Helen."
Locke picked up the potion and left the office.
After he left, the Sea Queen looked at Locke's retreating figure with a bewildered expression.
"Honestly, I only wanted to find a study partner for Alba Dalton, but I never expected that one of the second-circle wizard students that Quetzalcoatl gave me would have such a special talent. A very rare human wizard with dragon blood, wouldn't someone like that have some special strengths as a potion master?"
A flicker of interest crossed Neptune's eyes.
"It even makes me a little interested in taking on apprentices."
"Fine, since he's an idealist now, I'll have Alba Dalton help him take a hit, let him experience some of the harshness and helplessness of reality, so he can forget those boring and naive views."
“If he can forget it, then he has potential. I wouldn’t mind teaching him seriously.”
"It's been a long time since I last took on an apprentice."
Neptune thought of someone, and when she tried to pick up the magic quill on the table, her fingers trembled.
Neptune frowned.
Is that incident still affecting her?
It's all the fault of those brewers, who always boasted that the wizard's wine from the Rainswamp was the best in the world. As a result, she has been drinking wizard's wine for so many years and still hasn't completely forgotten about that incident.
madness!
Neptune stretched out her hand longingly, wondering where the legendary best wizard's wine in the world—the Yellow Springs Wine—was.
That legendary Yellow Springs Wine, which, according to legend, can make one forget everything they dislike simply by drinking it…
As soon as the Alba Dalton witch entered the office and saw this scene, she quickly left the office, closed the door, and hid outside, a look of sorrow flashing in her eyes.
She didn't know why she felt so sad after seeing her teacher like that.
The teacher said she used to be a third-ring wizard.
The teacher said she had forgotten many things, things she would have remembered better than she remembers now.
What exactly happened in the past?
……
Locke is making his final efforts for the upcoming competition for the top grant within the institute. He and Douglas are working together and have already written most of the application.
At this moment, in the laboratory of the second dune plane, after he put the data on sunrise and sunset that he had obtained from Alaric into the spell model of the Golden Spell, he stood in front of a green foxtail grass and cast a spell. Instantly, five golden rays of light appeared on his left hand, and then these five golden rays of light revolved around the magical plant.
It was as if a sun had appeared behind the green foxtail grass.
Locke's pupils instantly turned into vertical pupils. He looked at the green foxtail grass with a dangerous gaze. As the sun rose and set behind the green foxtail grass, the green foxtail grass gradually turned into a golden foxtail grass.
Locke looked at the golden foxtail grass, and as he stopped chanting, the golden foxtail grass quickly turned back into its original green foxtail grass.
"I see."
"The principle of the Golden Spell is to summon golden magic through the conservation of golden magic fluctuations, so that foxtail grass can be restored to golden wheat. Therefore, there are still two major difficulties. First, the data is limited, so it can only work on green foxtail grass for the time being. Second, once the spell is stopped, this atavistic characteristic will disappear and everything will return to normal."
"However, if we change our approach and use this magic to enhance my atavistic evolution, we can open a new door."
Locke said.
The constant nature of this golden magical power can enhance other magical powers.
This is why many magical powers contain some gold magic. In the modern magical age, gold magic is like a necessary ingredient that must be mixed with other magic. Different properties of gold magic can enhance other magic and bring about certain specific effects.
With his current, almost superhuman, golden magic talent, Locke quickly fine-tuned his golden spell. He wanted to utilize its principles to change the original method of summoning the golden magic power within the magical plant. Instead, he used the conservation of golden magic power to enhance his ancestral evolution magic and strengthen its original effect.
"From this perspective, it is actually somewhat related to wave theory."
(End of this chapter)