Take this chance to practice creating your own wizard tower for the future, and familiarize yourself with the process.
With that said, Levi imdiately began his secluded refining.
...
Seven years, a blink of an eye.
Nora Calendar 387.
Blood Battle year 173.
Unknowingly, only thirty years remain until the next opening of the ancient tower.
Midland Continent.
Gondor City, Fire Dragon Shop.
Rolling fire elental power, stirring the winds and clouds, crimson sky and dancing flas.
Everyone stuck their heads out from the wizard tower, faces filled with shock.
But this was not the end.
Suddenly, a boundless force of frost entered like a northern wind passing!
Cold waves, chilly winds, frost, snowflakes, many natural phenona intertwined, magnificently beautiful.
The area spanning more than twenty miles was dyed red and blue.
One side was a fiery hell, with scorching winds;
the other was a Realm of Ice, an Ice Age.
"This... dual cultivation of Ice and Fire, it’s Master Fire Dragon!"
"Finally, has this day really co?"
"It’s been less than five hundred years since the Master ascended to the sixth-circle, and now he’s reaching the seventh-circle? This progress is too fast!"
"What do you know, for a genius like the Master, it’s actually considered slow;
I guess the Master deliberately delayed ascension to imprint more witch marks."
"That’s a genius for you;
we wish to imprint the ninth witch trace as soon as possible and rush to ascend, racing against ti, while others aren’t hurried and have options."
In the red and blue world, resembling a Yin Yang Fish, rolling and spinning, forming an Elent Tide over Gondor City.
Daybreak Tower, Lord Victor sat at ho, before him the secret sword was poised.
If any enemy dared to interfere with the Holy Infant’s ascension, he would surely use lightning thods to kill them.
Upon closer inspection, in the Yin Yang Fish, the fla side seed slightly larger than the frost, clearly unbalanced.
Though it doesn’t affect ascension, it still looks uncomfortable.
Lord Victor murmured:
"As the Origin Holy Emperor said, balance of Yin and Yang is the ultimate truth..."
Half a day later.
All those Elent Tides surged into the Fire Dragon Shop.
The purple primordial soul, flickering between reality and illusion, stood in the void.
A purple Divine Dragon spanning a thousand ters coiled around it, its somber purple scales shining with a majestic aura.
The Divine Dragon’s supple mane fluttered in the wind, its dragon eyes surveying the inquisitive essences within Gondor City.
The larger the tree, the stronger the wind;
not everyone holds Master Fire Dragon in reverence.
So people wish for Master Fire Dragon to fail and remain defeated, becoming a fallen genius.
Feeling the Divine Dragon’s gaze, those intents quickly retracted, silent sighs echoed in Gondor City.
They knew their ideal calculations were once again void.
Fire Dragon Ais, successfully ascended to the seventh-circle, leaving many wizards behind on the path of pursuing truth.
From now on, he joins the ranks of top-level strongholders in Gondor City.
Looking around the Wizard World, he’s near the upper levels of the Pyramid, increasingly close to the summit.
Most intimidating, with the talents of Master Fire Dragon, perhaps even achieving eighth-circle wouldn’t fail.
These malicious expectants have no chance to rival him anymore.
Among them, there were the spies from the Council of Ten Thousand Clans.
"Fire Dragon Ais has beco unstoppable."
"Yes, report to Lord Snake Master."
Seeing Ais’ successful ascension, Lord Victor withdrew the poised secret sword and continued his own cultivation.
"Next is Gandaph."
Only upon stepping into the seventh-circle can one truly appreciate the marvel of this realm.
Especially for a top-level genius.
Within the Wizard World, among the stronghold forces in various schools’ sub-dinsional portals, few can pose a threat to them.
Beyond the leaders of top-level wizard organizations, eighth-circle wizards, and Grand Wizards, most are in Central Realm holding key positions.
In so sense, the seventh-circle stands as the pinnacle of worldly combat power.
In fact, with the strength of Gondor’s Three Heroes, they could easily secure a decent position in Central Realm.
However, they adhere strictly to their master’s advice, cooperating with official entities but never joining them.
Fire Dragon Shop.
The Holy Infant opened his eyes, unleashing the aura of the seventh-circle.
Though he lacks danger perception, through inherent primordial soul wizard intuition.
He can still sense so lesser threats carrying slight animosity toward himself.
Earlier was rely a minor warning toward them.
"Seventh-circle... I can finally start weapon-making again!"
The Holy Infant’s heart was filled with excitent.
"No rush for now, stabilize the realm first, and then refine the ’Hand of the Winter Emperor’, balancing my Ice and Fire Holy Body."
The Holy Infant felt a headache as he sensed his unstable primordial soul within his mind.
With the ascent to the seventh-circle, this imbalance grew even more intense.
"In the future, care must be taken;
Ice and Fire are inherently incompatible. If developnt fails to balance, over ti it will damage my foundations—I cannot pursue speed blindly."
Generally, dual cultivation wizards are associated with underground fire, wind and thunder, or water and ice...
In short, there are very few with water and fire, Ice and Fire, like the Holy Infant—he is a special case.
"Congratulations, Master!"
Alexandra and Elsie, who were in seclusion, also felt the change from this ascension and awoke one after another.
The enthusiastic Red Dragon Queen couldn’t help but hug the Holy Infant.
The Holy Infant laughed heartily, stepping back a bit.
"I’ve reached seventh-circle first, ladies, keep striving."
Elsie pinched Alexandra’s arm slightly.
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