N-M Chapter 826 - 755: Return_2
Chapter 826 - 755: Return_2
The last time I only took a small sip, and nearly burst from it.
If forced to absorb it, there’s only one outcome: at best, severe injury; at worst, immediate demise.
This thing should only be truly enjoyed once my strength has increased further.
Level 3.
At least to Level 3, or even higher, to safely absorb this cup of tea.
After completing the basic inspection and testing, Duke picked up the test tube, walked out of the laboratory, and reached the Spring of Life.
The clear spring water continued to flow, and deep within its bottom, the World Tree seed lay quietly submerged.
The abundant Life Energy enveloped it, slowly nurturing.
Duke crouched and gently placed the test tube into the spring water.
The test tube sank to the bottom, landing just beside the World Tree seed.
Golden light and the vibrant green Life Energy complemented each other, like two slumbering stars.
He watched for a moment, then rose.
Preserving it like this is both safe and allows the gentle energy of the Spring of Life to continuously nourish the tea water, ensuring its activity is maintained.
...
A month later.
On the wilderness, a giant statue more than 300 meters tall was wildly swinging its massive fists, each swing creating a sharp whistle as it tears through the air, with fist winds gouging deep furrows on the ground.
Duke stood afar, surrounded by dark golden sand flows, his eyes firmly fixed on the statue.
This past month, he has barely left the Light God Court.
Each day, aside from necessary studying, resting, and meditation, all other time was spent practicing the magic summoning: Giant Divine Soldier Summoning: Demon God Descent.
Over and over summoning, over and over allowing the Demon God shadow to possess, over and over controlling the statue for various combat drills.
The proficiency of this summoning magic gradually grew bit by bit.
With every practice, his understanding deepens a fraction, the speed of construction quickens a breath, and the duration extends a moment.
Today, when the statue once again punched, Duke sensed a change in the Skill Tree.
[Giant Divine Soldier Summoning: Demon God Descent level raised, Spiritual Power +7.5]
[Giant Divine Soldier Summoning: Demon God Descent: LV2 (1/1200)]
[Spirit: 432.2]
The Spiritual Power increased by 7.5 points, Duke hadn’t gained proficiency through skill level raising for a long time.
Before, he had been grinding Level 1 Magic, only able to gain one free attribute point upon maxing out.
Actually calculating, currently grinding Level 2 Magic is also a good choice; the increased Spiritual Power after leveling up is quite considerable.
In the distance, the statue stood silently, having not received new commands; its fiery eyes looked toward Duke.
Duke raised his hand, and the statue slowly disintegrated, turning into countless metallic yellow sands, surging back into his left arm like a tide.
There is still a long way to max level.
At this rate, it would take at least another six months or even longer to grind this magic to max level.
Yet he’s curious about what attributes will be obtained upon maxing out.
During this period, he also gathered informally with individuals like Vera a couple of times and learned that Edmond is still alive; Edmond’s family has already sent people into the Ancient Fairy Plane, but no new updates have surfaced.
Two days later.
The Six-Ring Tower emblem trembled slightly.
Duke split a wisp of Spirit to probe in; it was Vera’s message:
"7 PM tonight, the usual place; something to discuss."
The usual place refers to that small banquet hall in Zone 7; these few gatherings were all held there.
Duke replied with one word:
"Alright."
At 7 PM, Duke promptly pushed open the door to the banquet hall.
Vera had already arrived; she sat at one end of the long table, looking much better than a month ago; although still somewhat pale, she was no longer as weak as when she returned from the Ancient Fairy Plane.
Leon sat beside her, holding a cup of wine, appearing more relaxed than before.
Ely was also there, along with a few faces from the West Coast whom Duke knew but wasn’t familiar with.
Duke found a spot by the long table and sat down.
Only after he settled did Vera speak slowly:
"Today, I’ve gathered everyone to discuss something."
She paused, her gaze sweeping across the group.
"There are only three months left until the year-end assessment."
Year-end assessment.
The mention of this term made the atmosphere notably tense.
"Regarding the assessment content, there’s currently no intelligence available," Vera continued, "but I suggest everyone enroll in a practical course together."
Leon raised his head: "What practical course?"
Vera took out a piece of parchment from her arms and placed it on the table. It was a page copied from the Six-Ring Tower course directory.
"Endless Plane Environment and Race Practical Analysis." She read out the course name, "This course will involve various types of environments—desert, glacier, jungle, deep sea, volcano, void—and the different racial enemies possibly encountered in these environments. The instructor is the demigod-level Cohen, reportedly a veteran of dozens of plane wars."
Her eyes swept over everyone.
"The Six-Ring Tower placed such a course at this time, mostly as preparation for the year-end assessment."
No one naturally had objections; those who made it to this point generally wouldn’t worry about contribution points.
The courses available here are extremely diverse, making enrollment choices dazzling.
If Vera hadn’t specifically mentioned it, few would probably have noticed such a course.
Three days post-registration, the course began.
Duke followed the instruction on the emblem to the front of a building in the depths of Zone 7 he’d never ventured into before.
It was a gray dome hall; sturdy in shape, without superfluous decorations, only bearing a few words carved on the stone plaque above the main entrance:
"Practical Drill Hall"
More than several dozen people had already gathered in front, mostly familiar faces.
Duke approached Vera, nodding as a greeting.
As time ticked by, the hall’s main door silently slid open.
The crowd flowed in one after another.
Behind the door was a short corridor leading to a light gate.
At the moment of passing through the light gate, Duke felt a sudden emptiness beneath his feet, immediately stepping onto soft grass.
He looked up, slightly surprised.
A boundless grassland lay before him.
The sky, serene blue; clouds, hanging low; in the distance, an outline of rolling hills and winding rivers could be vaguely seen.
The breeze stirred, rustling the grass, carrying scents of soil and wildflowers.
The sunlight was warm, spreading over him in a drowsy embrace.
If not knowing he was somewhere in a building of the Six-Ring Tower, Duke might have thought he had been transported to another plane.
"Quiet."
A deep voice resonated from ahead.
Duke followed the sound, spotting a familiar figure on a near ridge.
Cohen Gray.
The demigod-level enforcer in charge of all young Wizards, stood with hands behind, his dark gray magic robe fluttering slightly in the breeze.
His light gray eyes swept the crowd, silencing the murmurs where they landed.
"This course is called Endless Plane Environment and Race Practical Analysis," Cohen’s voice was low yet distinctly audible to everyone, "In the upcoming classes, I’ll toss you into various environments for you to identify various life forms."
"With that said."
He raised his right hand lightly and swung.
The surrounding grassland scenery suddenly altered.
The sky changed from serene blue to deep purple, while the ground shifted from grassland to something with a metallic sheen of dark gray.
In the distance appeared giant light screens, each depicting different scenes.
Some were charred volcanic stretches, others were dark deep seas, and some were void starry skies.
And in the center of those light screens, various figures emerged.
Cohen’s voice rose again:
"A few lessons won’t possibly acquaint you with all races from all planes. Endless Plane is too vast; it’s so vast that even I, having lived eight hundred years, have seen less than a ten-thousandth."
He walked to the first light screen, pointing at the figure within covered entirely in dark red scale armor with two horns:
"Abyssal Demon, the native inhabitant of the high plane abyss. Its body structure: external skeleton covers the entire body, extremely high defense. Energy operation core in the chest cavity, destroying the core can be lethal. General attack methods include fire, corrosion, and spiritual pollution, typically weak against Light Element magic."