After reaching the fifth level, the pace of cultivation with the "Whale Emperor Power Book" beca sluggish. To reach the sixth layer would require considerable ti for polishing.
After completing his cultivation.
Levi arrived at the Golden Light Cave.
Within the Sword of Victory, an ancient sword’s shadow that radiated an aura of dominance flickered in and out of existence.
"This thing really burns through money."
To accelerate the birth of the King’s Sword, Levi had invested nurous Sixth-Ring Magical Artifacts and residues of rare treasures.
He even hard-heartedly and begrudgingly threw in 100 million Aether Stones.
As of now, it had barely been able to nurture an embryonic form.
Realizing this was a money pit, he cut his losses decisively and stopped pouring in funds.
At this rate, to be fully ford, it would take at least a millennium.
"Too slow."
Levi couldn’t help but sigh.
Under normal circumstances, a King’s Sword would take three thousand years to be born.
Because of the dense tal elental power in the Golden Light Cave and Levi’s continuous feeding, the process had already been significantly shortened.
But to quicken its formation, Levi estimated that even throwing in all his Aether Stones wouldn’t necessarily be enough.
For a Morning Star-level oddity, the price was clearly not worth it.
"The way forward now is either to wait or find golden leaves to speed up its evolution."
Ultimately, one must head to the Golden Sacred Realm.
...
Midland Continent.
Gondor City.
Fire Dragon Shop.
That day, another earth-shaking anomaly erged, with a violet light shining brightly, obscuring the sky.
"Such an anomaly, could Master Fire Dragon have crafted another top-grade Wizard Tool?"
"I’ve beco numb to it. It feels like every other day, Fire Dragon Shop births a top-grade item, which is sothing I can’t even dream of possessing."
"In Gondor City, aside from the seventh-circle weapon craftsman Fire God’s Hamr who is elusive like a Divine Dragon, among the sixth-circle, no one likely surpasses Master Fire Dragon in skill."
Fire Dragon Shop.
Above the Fla King Furnace.
A palm-sized purple crucible floated, radiating bursts of light.
The Holy Infant, who had refined many top-grade Wizard Tools, was unfazed as if old well without ripples.
"To think a Level 6 Peak mber of the Purple Crystal Clan died but resulted in several Sixth-Ring top-grade Witch Artifacts, the Athyst Race is truly a blessing for weapon makers... If not for the overwhelming power of the Athyst Saint, why would the Wizard Council even think of letting go such a potential colony?"
Athyst Light Sword, Star Ring, Radiant King Armor, Red Infant Sword, and now this newly minted "Purple Holy Crucible."
A total of five top-grade Wizard Tools, all forged from Wanda’s body.
This Purple Holy Crucible.
It could be used in alchemy, and was also an extrely strong treasure for trapping enemies.
On one hand, the Holy Infant reinforced the hardware of the crucible with athyst and Achilles Fire Ore.
On the other, he upgraded the magical array inside with his excellent skills to prevent enemies from breaking out from within.
Thus, even a Six-Circle Perfect Wizard, if not careful, could be captured inside.
Then, the crucible would spew poisonous, intense flas.
If one cannot escape quickly, even a Level 6 Perfection defensive field would not last long.
Once the field shatters, the venomous flas could turn the enemy into a puddle of pus, extrely malicious.
The Holy Infant stowed away the treasure and after giving so instructions to the two ladies in Weapon Refinent, he left Gondor City.
On the way back to the human realm, he encountered sounds of battle ahead.
He initially intended to stay out of it.
But unexpectedly, he recognized one of the parties involved.
"Wizard Silverbeard?"
On the battlefield.
A short, stocky Dwarf Kingdom wizard with a white beard was being forced into retreat as three alien races attacked him.
It was obvious that those alien races willing to attack a wizard at this critical juncture were from the Council of Ten Thousand Clans.
The Holy Infant pondered internally.
These three alien races looked insubstantial, like spirits, appearing to be from the Void Spirit Clan as introduced in the "Alien Species Atlas."
They are a race wandering the Land of Darkness, not to be underestimated, with two at Level 6 Early Stage and one at Mid Stage.
Compared to Wizard Silverbeard, who after centuries was still at an ordinary sixth-circle cultivation level.
Considering his talent, the Holy Infant thought there must have been so mishap for his progress to be so slow.
Wizard Silverbeard had once stepped in and saved the White Robe Wizard Association, and the Holy Infant had a good impression of him.
With this thought, he decided to intervene.
All this ti, it had been the Council of Ten Thousand Clans harassing him, and now it was ti for payback.
He traveled hundreds of miles away and sat cross-legged on the ground, while the Red Infant Sword in his mind humd with a resonating buzz.
A Red Python flew out, weaving through heaven and earth, drawing in fire elental power, and storing it within the Sword World.
Once the energy build-up was complete.
The Holy Infant opened his icy eyes and pointed a finger.
Hundreds of miles away.
Wizard Silverbeard was sweating profusely.
A hamr-shaped top-quality magical artifact danced about, trying to fend off the two Void Spirits.
One of the Void Spirits said:
"Silverbeard, as one of the best from the Nora Dwarf Clan, we don’t wish to kill you. Just co back with us, and your life won’t be in danger."
Similar to Humans, the Dwarf Kingdom is a widely distributed race.
The Council of Ten Thousand Clans has a Venerable leader from the Pangong Plane’s Dwarf Kingdom.
Centuries ago, he took a fancy to Silverbeard’s talent and even lured him to the Pangong Plane to work for him.
Silverbeard, with double Special Talents in fire and earth, practiced two sects, and was also a weapon-making master.
Tasked with important duties, he had just advanced to a primordial soul in the Wizard World and naturally did not want to leave.
He struggled with all his might to escape from the Pangong Plane and then, after a long and arduous corporeal journey, finally returned to Nora.
Resultantly, that Venerable dispatched nearby mbers of the Void Spirit Clan to capture Silverbeard, clearly unwilling to let him go.
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