Wizard of All Souls

There is no time in the mountains, but there are thousands of years in the world.

Perhaps it was because most of his relatives were dead, and the construction and development of the territory were on the right track, so Will hardly had anything particularly important to do.

Unlike in the past, at most two or three months of continuous practice, now you can concentrate on cultivation for a long time.

Is it joy or sorrow?

For Will, there was mostly sadness.

In a flash, three years have passed.

After three years of hard work day and night, I finally got a harvest.

In the turbulent sea of ​​liquefied spiritual power, dots of crystals like gravel precipitated from the liquid, rising and falling with the spiritual waves.

A few more months later, knowing that there will be no major advances in a short period of time, Will opened his eyes.

"Four, fortunately."

The phantom horn suspended in the air lost its magical support, and fell to the ground with a "bang", and the bodies of the four phantom clones also faded, until they disappeared completely, as if they had never appeared before.

"Half-step crystallization wizard?"

According to the previous practice speed, if you continue to practice, you can become a crystallization wizard in just twenty years.

"Can't wait."

"Half-step crystallization is enough."

"The talent of the crystallized wizard—to form a formation, I have already learned it."

Formation, as the name suggests, is the ability to integrate other formations into another formation, doubling the power of a certain formation, simple and powerful.

"Because of my understanding of witchcraft and the development of the witch formation, I didn't expect that I would learn many abilities that the crystallization wizards worked so hard to dig out in the half-step crystallization."

"I heard that a formation can merge up to five witch formations, me now?"

Small witch formations appeared in front of Will, and the eight witch formations split and rejoined.

Then, with a wave of his hand, all the witch formations disappeared.

"Can you fuse the three?"

"The use of the formation must be cautious and prudent."

"The dragon flame witch array is the main one, which can increase the power of the dragon flame eight times."

"Or a resuscitated body? Eight times the healing speed, can it be called an immortal body?"

"Dragon's Blood or the Calamity of Rage is fine too, with an eight-fold increase, how strong is my body?"

"The Eye of Truth and Soul Gate don't improve combat effectiveness much, but they may be used frequently outside of combat."

"For the Armor of Skeleton Shadow, can you store more magic power? Enhance the defense? It doesn't feel particularly meaningful."

"The tree of life? The effect on lifeless monsters is too limited."

Will stood up and walked towards the exit of the chamber.

As he walked, his figure became fainter and fainter, and when he reappeared, he had already reached the top of Rio Tower, which was hundreds of meters high.

After glancing at the prosperous Witt City and Albert Castle, he stretched out his right hand, and dozens of snow-white pigeons flew from a distance, chirping around him.

"is that so?"

"I see."

"Have these things happened over the years?"

"Haha, it's quite interesting."

It seems that he can understand the language of white pigeons, in fact - he really can understand!

These white pigeons are not ordinary pigeons, but phantom beasts created by him using magic power, flesh and spirit power, through techniques similar to creating temporary life gates.

Although the combat power is equivalent to no for him-whether he can beat the big knight is still unknown.

Wisdom is not very high.

But as a monitor and microphone, it is still very useful.

Moreover, these white pigeons can also be regarded as a kind of life gate, and they can also be used as rebirth materials at critical moments.

He has produced a lot of temporary life gates like this, and the life gates are distributed all over the world.

Some, like the white doves in Witt, forage in public.

Some are hidden in dark, unknown places.

"Even a second-level wizard can't see that these are the life gates of my soul?"

"Even if you see it, it's not easy to find out all the soul gates."

"It's a pity that they are all temporary life gates. The short ones only last a few months, and the long ones can only last for decades before they disappear. New temporary life gates must be constantly created."

He can also make the permanent soul gate, but the price is to tear part of the spirit permanently, and the realm cannot be improved one step further.

He will never do this kind of thing that cuts off the way forward unless it is absolutely necessary.

A white pigeon stood on his left shoulder, chirping into his ear.

Will, who was originally relaxed, gradually faded the smile on his face.

"Yeah?"

"They refused."

"I originally wanted to work with them to solve the troll king."

"Hey, it's really difficult to ask someone to deal with a level-1 powerhouse, especially a semi-immortal body like the king of trolls."

"So, what to do?"

"Increase the chips?"

"To invite in person?"

"Lower your face to owe favors?"

If he really tried his best, it would not be difficult to invite three or two first-level wizards to help him deal with the troll king.

But the price to pay will be very high.

It took him decades and countless painstaking efforts to get more than half of the interests of Parasu Province that he almost acquired.

"If it was before, maybe it would be done that way."

"Now that I have stepped into the realm of half-step crystallization, and have mastered the innate skills to form an array, it doesn't matter even without your help."

"Since you don't want to come, after I succeed, you can't touch the interests of Parasu Province!"

He knew all too well the nature of these wizards.

When there is trouble, one by one shirks responsibility and is unwilling to help.

When it was time to harvest, one by one shamelessly squeezed in, wanting to get a share of the pie.

Will took one last look at the city of Witt, his eyes looked towards Albert Castle, and fell on Niya who was sitting on the rocking chair and telling stories to his great-grandchildren and great-great-grandchildren.

No matter how well maintained she is, Niya, who is in her 120s, already looks like a wrinkled old woman.

"During your lifetime, I will definitely let you see that magnificent world." Will secretly swore.

After finishing speaking, six symmetrical bone spurs protruded from Will's back, and the bone spurs were covered with densely packed pores.

The crimson dragon flames shot out from the pores, and his figure flew into the sky at three times the supersonic speed, and flew into the distance.

rocking chair.

Niya, who was smiling and turning the pages of a book to tell stories to children, suddenly felt shocked.

Close the pages and look up to the sky.

The clouds in the sky were scratched by something unknown.

The children also looked towards where Niya was looking.

"Wow, what's that?"

"The white clouds have been split, it's amazing."

"When did it appear, I didn't notice."

Niya stared at the scratch in a daze. After a while, she finally came to her senses under the children's "grandma".

"What is that? Grandma, do you know?"

"Oh, that, it's just a natural phenomenon, nothing surprising."

"is that so?"

The children tilted their heads, puzzled.

"You will know this when you grow up. Where did we read just now?"

Niya reopened the book, and the old hoarse voice sounded again.