Lord Victor said:
"You can go without worry."
In the Fire Dragon Shops Weapon Refinent room.
The Holy Infant took out the remaining 6 blood scales.
Lord Victor said:
"The Venerable Blood Scales is indeed a good person, giving us exactly 13 blood scales, which perfectly align with the God Fallen Heavenly Star Thirteen Kill Array, it was destined for this calamity."
The Holy Infant said:
"Perhaps so, the universes myriad things operate and change within the unseen, following their own trajectories, every sip and bite are connected."
...
Hell.
The eighth layer.
A shadow of a black-armored swordsman played with the White Bone Sword in his hand, riding a majestic White Tiger, walking and stopping. On his shoulder, a winged mouse made a soft noise, pointing like an immortal, eyes gleaming.
In the blink of an eye, Levi had already wandered in Hell for a year, following Jin, he gained so Hells Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, even finding a lost Seven-Ring High-Grade Witch Artifact in Hell, nad [Bones Sorrow], a secret sword worth quite a bit.
A small tavern suddenly appeared ahead, dim light reflecting Hells dusk.
Inside was a vague vivacious noise of drinking and gambling.
This scene reminded Levi of the forr Shining Tavern.
After the fall of Rosa Witch, the managent rights of the Shining Tavern were transferred to Levi for free, and he sent soone to take over, making it one of the Dusk Holy Temples intelligence departnts.
The Glittering Legends were still those few, no new additions. The legendary knight had already beco a symbol of the old era, commorating those bygone days.
"Have a drink."
Levi rode the majestic White Tiger and stepped inside.
The custors in the tavern were a group of bizarre-looking undead creatures, undead skeletons, bone demons, spectres, skeleton knights... They drank, letting the wine flow through their skeletal fras, spilling onto the floor.
Seeing Levi, a living person, did not surprise them, deterred by Levis powerful aura, they dared not disturb him.
These undead, able to mingle on the eighth layer, were all cunning and powerful, with so reaching level 6 and above.
"Owner, bring the best wine."
Levi shouted, voice like thunder.
"Wines coming!"
A skeleton wearing gentlemans attire and a top hat dragged a bottle of ghostly green wine through the crowded throng.
Levi took the wine and drank it in one gulp, pointing at the towering mountains in the distance, and a bone tower stood there, asking:
"Whose residence is that? Looks like a wizards place."
The skeletons eye sockets gazed into the distance, saying:
"Youre new to the eighth layer, right? This area, known as [Undead Paradise], including our tavern, is sheltered by that bone tower. Even Hells devil lords dare not provoke it. The owner of that bone tower is called [Mr. Lost Heart], secretly soone calls him... Madman Lich."
Levi said:
"I see, thank you."
Upon entering this area, he felt a barely perceptible sense of probing and watching, suspecting a powerful being;
it turned out to be a lich.
Being able to openly establish a wizard tower on the eighth layer requires significant capability, both in strength and background.
Since its soone elses territory, Levi, who originally planned to recruit so undead, lost interest, and after finishing his drink, turned and left.
Upon reaching a wilderness area, an old gentleman stood by the roadside, wearing glasses with an elegant and simple scholarly air, exuding a Seven Rings Perfection aura.
"Sir Levi, my old master invites you to visit."
Levis expression remained calm, saying:
"I have so matters to attend to, maybe next ti."
The old gentleman smiled politely:
"Very well, safe travels, sir."
He watched Levis figure disappear into the distance. Within the bone tower, a voice seed to call out.
"Co back, Blade."
The old gentlemans figure disappeared into the wilderness.
In the study, an elder in a white robe, sowhat gaunt with slightly greenish skin, was studying sothing with a pile of crystal balls. He was Mr. Lost Heart.
Blade said:
"This person is quite cautious, declining the old masters invitation."
Mr. Lost Heart raised his head, smiling:
"Surely those undead in the tavern told him Im a madman, scared him off. No matter, ti is on our side, he will surely co again."
...
Leaving Undead Paradise.
Levi casually found a Devil City, waiting for the Netherworld Market to open.
"Mr. Lost Heart? In the current high levels of the School of Death, I havent heard of such a being, at least an Eight Ring Perfection, possibly even a Grand Wizard lich."
The most famous lich in the Wizard World is the Hellwalker.
This person is an ancient figure in the Wizard World and the only openly Grand Wizard level lich. But that one works by the Wizard Council, spending years in the Central Realm.
"However, although Mr. Lost Heart is powerful, he doesnt seem malicious."
This kind of unclear motive invite, Levi certainly wouldnt attend.
"The Netherworld Market is opening!"
In the sky, the vast Nether River appeared again, a mast ship slowly descended, and the devils rushed aboard in a bustling stream.
"Looks like those grandpas and grandmas crowding the market in my past life..."
With a huge sum of 2.4 billion Joss Paper, Levi entered the ship.
On the plaza, a brawny man with a tiger head stood with arms crossed, staring wide-eyed at Levi.
The brawny man felt a shiver in his heart.
"This guy again?"
Last ti he was on the seventh layer, now he dares to wander the eighth layer? The number of level 8 powerhouses here is incomparable to the seventh layer.
Rembering last ti checking this persons lifespan, the brawny man felt his eyes hurt, imdiately closing them to rest.
Levi was already picking and choosing at the stalls.
"Host God Fruit, 200 million Joss Paper, buy!"
The Host God Fruit is of no use to him now, but its stored up for future needs.
"Soul Stones, 1 piece for 5 million Joss Paper, take them all!"
In a blink, he had collected another eighty Soul Stones.
"Its truly the eighth layer of Hell, all good stuff."
In this way, Levi now had nearly two hundred Soul Stones, and refining them all would increase his spiritual force by about a thousand points.
Of course, gaining too much spiritual force in a short ti would be overwhelming, and itd be excessive, requiring phased, batch-wise, and reasonable refinent and absorption.
In the Wizard World, Soul Stones are indeed the hard currency.
With the Blood Battle starting, their value surged.
Previously worth five hundred thousand Aether Stone, now exceeded one million.
Yet even so, you cant buy them at all.
Unless a wizard is particularly in need of money, no one would sell Soul Stones.
These things directly enhance spiritual force and are crucial for wizards with low ditation efficiency!
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