Located in the [Witchcraft Garden], the diversity and density of the species far exceed those in external flower gardens.
A witchcraft orbit is constructed on a tree stump as a base, with a faint spiritual light. Semi-transparent light-quality patterns cover hundreds of square ters, tightly linking it to this abundantly biodiverse land.
Gurgle... gurgle...
This "Spring of Life" contains complex organic matter such as "Hyperthermophilic Archaea" and "unique microorganisms," as well as inorganic materials like water, sulfur iron ore, pyrite, sphalerite, and sulfides of copper and iron, boiling in the light circle on top of the tree stump as if in a constant state of churn.
To maintain the optimal effect, Aiven constantly uses witchcraft to keep the temperature of this mixture stable, replicating its original state underwater as closely as possible, aside from the difference in pressure.
Wearing a wizard's robe, Aiven stands outside the orbit. He glances at Angie, who seems a bit nervous, and exhales deeply.
"We don't have much material stock left; hopefully, this attempt will succeed."
The knowledge corresponding to the fifth volu has basically been completely mastered. However, the [Creator's Blood], like the ergence of life in the original ocean of the primal planet, is full of randomness; it requires a bit of luck beyond knowledge and materials.
Currently, each experint uses up a liter of the principal material that Aiven retrieves by piloting the "Legendary Battleship" into the deep sea, along with auxiliary materials worth about 3000 Golden Lions.
Every failure makes the hearts of both master and apprentice tremble; even burning money as firewood doesn't consu it this fast.
Even though each point of profit from industries such as steel, military, ceramics, pharmaceuticals, finance, shipbuilding, water and land transportation, cotton textiles, port trade, fur trade, and smuggling can make big rchants envious, there are many more places to spend money in this vast land awaiting revitalization.
No matter how much money is made, it can't be wasted casually.
Furthermore, the deficit of eight million caused a year ago is still more than half unpaid.
Moreover, if the suitable "Origin Overflow" is obtained, Olivia and Angie might not need several years to attempt advancent to Upper-Rank Wizards, which would be another two significant expenses looming ahead.
The only thing that slightly comforts them is that, just before Syracuse's Navy reached the fortress island, they looted about fifty thousand Golden Lions' worth of spoils from the "Big Boss"'s lair. This was the result of years of bloody accumulation by the "Blood Hand Gang."
Then, Aiven drips a drop of his own blood, resonating spiritually with the orbit, and starts the fourth creation ritual within two days.
crea——
Circles of gold-red rune rings begin to flash, blending and clashing with infinite knowledge inside, dyeing that dark mixed underwater fluid bright red, miraculously transforming it into a pool of thick, pure liquid.
Then it starts to wriggle, contract, and coalesce, occasionally boiling and repeating the previous processes.
Until an hour later.
Rustle... rustle...
Accompanied by the gentle swaying of countless small animals and plants in this flower garden.
In the gradually delighted gazes of the two, a certain magical reaction seems to occur within the red liquid. The blood-red light grows brighter and brighter, and finally, sothing tiny like tadpoles can be seen swimming incessantly inside.
It's as if so strange form of life was born within!
Seeing this, Aiven quickly initiates the final transformation of the orbit. The red light, reflecting on the small half of the sky over the [Witchcraft Garden], begins to continuously converge.
Thud!
After waiting another ten minutes, an olive-shaped red "gemstone" gently falls onto the stump.
Aiven steps forward, excitedly picking up this seemingly modest "ruby," carefully holding it to his eyes. Through the sunlight, he can see tiny "impurities" swimming incessantly within its crystal structure.
And on its surface, a vibrant, pogranate seed-like glow expands and contracts like a breath, creating an undefined bond quietly forming between him and the gemstone.
He takes out a Golden Lion, and in a flash of electric light, it's turned into a simply styled ring. The solidified [Creator's Blood] is carefully embedded onto it, then worn on his left ring finger.
"Teacher, try it quickly!"
Angie, who witnessed this magical transformation from start to finish, is even more excited than Aiven.
"Alright!"
Scanning around, Aiven finally focuses on a cluster of flowers beside him.
Raising his left hand, the light of [Creator's Blood] quietly blooms, and that cluster of five or six white flowers instantly swells and twists within the blood-colored radiance.
Whirr——
Finally, five or six snow-white seagulls fly out from the blood-red light, chirping as they head for the seashore of the [Witchcraft Garden], leaving nothing on the flower branch at all.
"Cool~!"
Seeing a toy that captivated her heart, Angie's silver eyes twinkle with little stars of excitent.
Previously, using the [Golden Chain] and [Genetic Hound], with so effort and ti, they could accomplish the sa thing. But it required extracting cells, adjusting genetic sequences, selecting suitable nutrient solutions, long periods of cultivation... a multitude of complex procedures, to create such a miracle out of thin air.
But now, with [Creator's Blood] to support knowledge and the path, the [Golden Chain] and [Genetic Theory] truly have practical capability, no longer confined to laboratory research techniques, with their value extending to the battlefield.
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