After listening to Aiven's story about inheriting the "Life Tree School" from the "Snake-man" Hibekrite.
"Sigh—!"
In Serra's beautiful snake eyes, all the complex emotions finally turned into a deep sigh, the color darkened with an indescribable taste.
Instead, it made Aiven feel that the story within that sigh might be ten thousand tis more exciting than the one he just told.
One was a naturally born "Snake Witch," the other a "Snake-man" through acquired bloodline transformation, both of them at the sa level as Tier 3 Grand Wizards. The relationship between the two naturally sparked one's imagination.
Unfortunately, the notes left by the Snake-man did not record any gossip, and the true relationship between the two forever remained in the hearts of those involved.
However.
After all, it was just confirming a nearly confird news from centuries ago, Serra quickly collected her emotions. When looking at Aiven, she couldn't help but tone down her seductive deanor a bit, adding a touch of... tenderness:
"I'll just call you Aiven. The followers of the Ancient God in this area should not be only these people. For now, we don't know their conspiracy in capturing wizards, so be careful when you venture alone into the 'Broken Star Islands'.
Once I return to seek help from my companions to cure the Spiritual Contamination, I will visit your 'Life Tree School' at the earliest opportunity."
"Okay, Lady Serra, be careful on your way back as well."
They didn't talk for long, only a few minutes later they waved goodbye.
The Spiritual Contamination of the Snake Witch hadn't been resolved, so she needed to return quickly to seek assistance from a witch in the "School of Truth Gate" who specialized in the relevant abilities. In addition, other teams of witches were still unaware of the situation; although a Spirit Realm Communication had been sent out, direct reporting to the chief was needed to dispatch reinforcent forces.
Even worse scenarios speculated that all forces sent from Celebes Island this ti had encountered extensive ambushes.
Fortunately.
To capture the "Snake Witch" Serra as their main target, the mbers of their team who were captured earlier were only temporarily detained, and after dealing with those Ancient God's followers, all were rescued.
Considering that there might still be an indeterminate number of "Deceitful Dream Cultists" lurking around the nearby islands, the Dream Realm was too dangerous. Aiven dared not use [Dream Cruise] to send them to Celebes Island directly, so he sent the Tier 3 Shadow Dragon Kaka to take them back.
As for Aiven himself, he must continue to delve deeper, regardless of what conspiracy this group of Ancient God's followers had, the reliable force was always the power he could truly depend on.
Moreover, he had a premonition that if he didn't seize the opportunity to reach the volcanic area he once chose and find the spiritually richest "Spring of Life," he might face even greater setbacks when coming here again.
Watching as the team departed with gratitude, disappearing from view.
Aiven slightly lowered his gaze, acknowledging that regardless of everything, the "Snake-man" Hibekrite was his substantial teacher since, without the legacy he left behind, the flourishing "Vitalist School" he had now wouldn't exist.
During the conversation just now, Aiven also roughly understood the ordeal that the Snake Witch faced back then, and the ti estimation indeed matched his initial prediction; the matter had passed over three hundred years.
They experienced multiple rounds of pursuits along their escape, running out of strength.
Finally, when ambushed by the Silver Knight Japher wielding the Holy Sword, Serra was gravely injured due to the domineering divine power of "Dawn," escaping to Celebes Island with difficulty.
Possibly due to the severe injuries incurred back then, now almost four hundred years old, she had barely advanced to Senior Grand Wizard, unlikely to attain the Tier 4 Crown for the rest of her life.
During the process.
Aiven was very candid about his identity with Serra, not out of lack of caution, but fearing in the past that flaunting the na of the oldest school "Life Tree School" would draw unnecessary malice.
But now with fully ford wings, he no longer needed to be so cautious. Moreover, the genuine goodwill of this seasoned Grand Wizard was unmistakable under the ticulous monitoring of "Data Visualization."
While Aiven was not overly specialized, he could always adjust his battle tactics with the [Bloodline Plugin].
Yet, given that specialization remains essential, one might invariably encounter situations outside one's expertise, and should not dream of becoming an all-around expert single-handedly.
Gaining a powerful ally without exerting too much effort—why not?
The essence of politics is to expand our ranks while diminishing the enemy's. The sa principle applies personally; having more friends creates more pathways, especially given the profound connection between the parties.
Thinking of this, Aiven couldn't help but touch his chin:
"Witches and the 'Alchemy School' are both part of the 'Holy Stone Council.' Should I seek an opportunity to visit the headquarters of the 'Alchemy School' next ti? Although the True God Church hasn't caused trouble while hiding here, it seems like the Evil God can't hold back anymore."
In the distance, on the back of Kaka, flying like a shadow close to the sea surface, Serra had already taken all the mbers of her team into the [Witchcraft Garden], turning her gaze towards her two disciples beside her:
"Lisa, Nara, how about we live in the 'Life Tree School' for a while in a couple of days?"
"Yes! Yes! Teacher!"
The two sisters exchanged a glance, unable to hide their little excitent despite the fierce battle they just experienced, evidently leaving a profound impression on them from the previous journey to the New Continent.
Furthermore, given the family ties between them, staying at Angie's place a few more days shouldn't be... too much, right?
The sisters' sowhat simple hearts defined happiness in a very humble way. Hmm, they might also be easily misled.
...
After resuming solo action, Aiven finally encountered no more unexpected events on his journey.
By carefully sneaking around and avoiding casually landing on any islands, it took him almost a whole day to successfully traverse the nurous color-changing areas marked on the [Ancient Scroll].
However, during this day, he noticed that the orange on so islands faded from ti to ti, speculating that either the Ancient God's Followers had succeeded, or the various Extraordinary forces finally reacted and started their rescue operations.
But Aiven didn't concern himself with these matters and proceeded non-stop to the volcanic archipelago marked on the [Ancient Scroll]. Even if the "Broken Star Islands" were to subrge the next second, he had to resolve his [Creator's Blood] first.
In this naless archipelago, there are over 2000 volcanic craters arranged with remarkable regularity along the crisscrossing underwater fracture lines, vaguely forming a giant crescent shape.
Moreover, because these are perpetually erupting active volcanoes, aside from so naturally forming Fire Elent Spirit groups due to the extrely active Magic Elent, there were almost no traces of other dangerous Extraordinary Creatures.
Therefore.
Even though it is located closer to the inner area of the "Broken Star Sea," where ordinary compasses have completely failed, the danger level of the islands is only yellow.
The underwater area, however, was extraordinarily lively.
"So hot, so hot..."
"These fungi are so delicious here..."
"I don't want to move... Oh, who bit !"
With the power of the [Language Universal Mask], Aiven's senses already perated this underwater world, easily locating the best quality [Spring of Life] in the area.
The standard is simple; generally, the higher the Magic Elent activity, the larger the creatures at each level of the food chain in this ecosystem, and the stronger the top consurs it can support.
Riding the [Sea Soul] and diving to the seabed, he collected a large jar of scorching seawater black as dense smoke from amidst a group of extraordinarily large red clams, sea crabs, blood-red tube worms, oysters, and crabs.
Then putting away the [Sea Soul], only an [Ocean Treasure: Hermit Crab Shell] that looked no different from an ordinary sea snail quietly sank into the silt at the bottom of the sea, where no one could imagine that soone was hiding inside.
The preparations were long completed, and he had no patience to wait until returning to his territory to proceed with the production.
Rustle, rustle, rustle...
As the various creatures within the [Witchcraft Garden] danced joyfully once more, there was no doubt that the effects of this [Spring of Life] far surpassed the ordinary products obtained casually before.
Sigh—
Previously, small tadpole-like entities swam around in the final coagulated red liquid. But this ti, amidst the blood-colored radiance illuminating the entire sky of the [Witchcraft Garden], dozens of massive whales continuously swam around.
And Aiven did not hesitate further, reaching out to firmly grasp the [Creator's Blood], as if it contained the primordial Life Force from the dawn of ti!
Whoosh—
A seemingly wild yet non-destructive Spiritual Wind filled the entire [Witchcraft Garden], and Aiven, wearing a light nightgown, started floating in the air, with massive red whales singing whale songs as they swam in and out of his body.
Aiven felt as if he had returned to the primordial ocean, becoming the first cell born in the world. Soaking in the "Spring of Life" felt like bathing in warm springwater.
At the sa ti.
Following predetermined rules, the [Creator's Blood] began transforming the life level of his own body, with countless Witchcraft Engravings and symbols gradually embedding into his skin, muscles, bones, and even deep into his blood, while the nature of his Magic Power underwent profound and unnoticed changes akin to flowing rcury.
Unknown ti elapsed.
Aiven slowly opened his eyes, observing his seemingly unchanged palm, and quietly activated [Microscopic Vision], imdiately discovering that, unconsciously, the [Golden Chain] within his body had expanded once again.
He was quite certain that from this mont, if he and Olivia were to have offspring, they would definitely inherit his extraordinarily strong Upper-Rank Wizard talents, surpassing his own starting point.
Gently clenching his fist, Aiven's eyes sparkled with a peculiar light:
"Is this the true [Creator's Blood]?"
After undergoing multiple Extraordinary Transformations along the dual paths, both his body and soul had approached perfection.
His appearance seed unchanged at this ti, but a unique sensation deep within his blood made it clear that he was now entirely different from before.
Following a deep-seated instinct, Aiven slowly extended his right index finger.
Boom—
A drop of blood seeped from his fingertip, instantly expanding a thousandfold amidst the red glow, with countless runes, Techniques, incantation seals, and circular chains, as if it contained a universe of boundless knowledge colliding and cheering within!
As the radiance receded, another "Aiven," identical in every way, hovered in mid-air with its eyes closed.
[Witchcraft: Eternal Shell]
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