The Wizard: From Zero-Ring Wizard to Almighty Lord.

Chapter 250 Silver Totem, Violet Emperor

Chapter 250
In the wizarding world, at the top platform of the Temple of Life, in Lynn's Wizarding Tower.

The Gate to the Stars stands silently, like a mysterious passage between reality and the void.

The silvery-white light flowed slowly, and the array of runes engraved on it appeared and disappeared, as if responding to some kind of call from another world.

The roar of magical instruments echoed all around.

Lynn stood silently before the star gate, draped in a black witch's robe, his hands behind his back, his face calm, but his gaze deep and unfathomable.

Behind him, at the control panel, the Great Wizard Helen and several other wizards were busy operating and adjusting the massive stargate system, occasionally muttering incantations to confirm the stability of each parameter.

Before long, the great wizard Helen put away a levitation disc from her hand, and her voice came out in a steady and respectful tone:

"Lord Qinglin, after the latest data feedback and baseline energy level testing, the Star Gate can now be opened stably. Shall we initiate the first shuttle experiment for external creatures? We have selected dozens of wizard apprentices as advance targets."

Upon hearing this, Lynn's gaze flickered slightly, but he did not respond immediately. Instead, he was absorbing the memories given to him by his clone.

As he read through those memories, he recalled the routine procedures of the interdimensional expedition.

He pondered for a moment, a thoughtful glint in his eyes.

The cross-disciplinary experiments of Stargate must proceed step by step.

Starting with the most basic life forms, wizard apprentices, and mortals, the process gradually progresses, adjusting the frequency and stability parameters based on the results of the journey and the feedback mechanism, gradually transitioning to first-level wizards, second-level wizards, and even higher-level beings.

This is a safe path, and an ironclad rule summarized from the exploration of countless planes in the Wizarding World.

But Lynn didn't nod immediately.

Not long ago, he received all the memories from his clone, and he now knows everything about the current situation in that dimension.

The Genesis Society's surprise attack, the outbreak of the Great Cataclysm, the capital being swallowed by the Golden Totem...

Almost all the clues converged and pointed in one direction.

Most of the "level four opportunities" in that dimension fall into the hands of the Creation Society.

Lynn's gaze darkened slightly.

"It seems... I need to change my plans."

"The clone has already made contact with Evelyn of the Feathered Serpent Order and even gained her initial trust... but in return, they have also received close attention from the Feathered Serpent Order..."

"In that case... we can't send people over too early, lest the Feathered Serpent Society become suspicious..."

"As for the stargate deployment experiment..." Lynn's eyes flashed, and he had already made up his mind.

"Let's hold off for now," he thought to himself. "Once a day has passed, it will be about a month over there. By then, the attention my clone is receiving will definitely decrease. Sending some more 'helpers' over there won't raise too many suspicions."

Having considered this, Lynn turned around calmly, his tone unhurried yet carrying absolute authority:
"No need to rush. Pass on my order: all wizard apprentices who have passed the assessment will be reassigned tomorrow."

"Let them prepare themselves and enter a 'cross-border combat readiness state'."

The High Priestess Helen and her adjutants behind him were taken aback, though they didn't know why Lynn had changed his plans.

But faced with the command from the Lord of the Temple of Life, they naturally dared not say a word and bowed their heads to accept the order:
"Yes, my lord!"

The stargate continued to hum softly, and magical energy refracted strange and dreamlike light and shadow all around, as if the boundary between reality and the void was being constantly torn apart and reshaped.

Through the portal to the stars, Lynn gazed at the other end, at the laboratory where his clone was located.

In the enclosed space, various precious materials were arranged in an orderly manner, with brass, silver, and a large number of alchemical materials related to violets neatly stacked on the workbench.

The clone was deep in thought about how the Violet King could advance to the Silver Totem of the "Violet Emperor," his brows furrowed and his expression solemn.

He himself had already solved this problem.

Even if it was only for a short day, as a late-stage Level 3 Archmage, the mysteries of the Silver Totem were nothing more than pages to be flipped through at will.

In less than an hour, he had completely analyzed the structure of the silver totem. He then began to refine spiritual energy materials, practice meditation, and continue his own accumulation.

At this moment, when the clone initiated the inquiry, Lynn did not hesitate to share all her thoughts, material requirements, and breakthrough paths.

Even how to fundamentally eliminate the spiritual backup plan left by Klaus in the Violet Totem and transmit it all.

The clone was enlightened, instantly entering a state of sudden enlightenment.

Lynn glanced at the beam of light from the energy bar next to the stargate; it was almost empty.

Knowing there was no need to continue the connection, he gently waved his sleeve, terminating the communication with the Star Gate, and instructed the High Priestess Helen and the others behind him:

"Integrate all the data from this link, including energy level fluctuations and totem interference feedback, and conduct an in-depth analysis. I want to see your conclusions."

"Yes, my lord."

Having given the order, Lynn did not linger. With a flick of his black robe, he turned and left.

For him, stargate communication was merely a minor interlude in his day.

More time was devoted to experimental operations, theoretical calculations, mental meditation, and knowledge inversion...

At the end of the wizard tower's deep corridor, the lights flickered, and Lynn's figure gradually disappeared into the darkness.

The star gate still shines, but the world behind it has quietly begun to change because of his intervention.

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Dimensional world, Duchy of Emerald, Province of Blue Jade, Viscount of Layton.

The night was deep, and a dim light shimmered in the laboratory. The Violet King Totem floated behind Lynn, emitting a nightmare-like purple glow, both alluring and chilling.

Lynn stood quietly in front of the experimental table, closed his eyes and pondered, constantly calculating the analysis of the silver totem transmitted by the original body in his mind.

A moment later, he opened his eyes, his expression clear.

"This part of the structure needs to be adjusted... and here, the rune nodes must be reconstructed."

He raised his hand and traced the changing patterns of the totem in the air, his gaze gradually becoming intense.

"The Violet Emperor is the supreme ruler among the violet totems. It is not just a simple leap in energy, but a fundamental qualitative change."

"However, most importantly, I have finally found... the mental backdoor that Klaus laid in the totem."

A cold glint flashed in Lynn's eyes. With the complete plan transmitted by the original body, he finally deciphered the hidden spiritual imprint in the totem.

Now, once the totem has been fully reshaped, the ever-present nail will be removed.

My mental strength is sufficient, I have grasped the laws of the totem, and resources will soon be delivered by the Feathered Serpent Society.

All conditions have been met.

Lynn let out a soft breath and stepped into the threshold of becoming a Silver Alchemist without any obstacles.

But behind this composure and control, his thoughts had already drifted to a much farther distance.

The Golden Alchemist.

A true insurmountable barrier over the heads of all alchemists.

Compared to the Silver Alchemist, the Golden Totem represents not only a leap in power, but also a replacement of the "system".

From construction methods and totem-carrying methods to spiritual structures and life forms, everything will face a complete reshaping.

Throughout the world, the number of Golden Thrones is extremely limited.

Over the centuries, only about twenty people have actually succeeded in ascending the throne.

Those who achieve the Silver rank are as numerous as carp crossing a river, but very few can truly cross that threshold.

Even Evelynn relied on the gifts of the feathered serpent bloodline and the direct inheritance of her status from the Golden Throne.

It's only a matter of time before she breaks through.

But for most alchemists, this kind of bloodline relay is something they wouldn't even dare to dream of.

Lynn pondered for a long time, his expression calm, yet he understood:
The Violet Emperor represents the pinnacle of the violet totem.

The road ahead is now blocked.

Even if you refine it to its ultimate level, you still cannot use it to go any further and break through to the gold level.

And this is only the first hurdle.

Before the gates of the Golden Alchemist lies countless unknown conditions and profound limitations, waiting to be overcome. "The Golden Throne... this avatar will probably never reach that level."

Lynn spoke softly, but there was not a trace of regret in her voice.

He turned to look out the window. The night sky was clear, and two moons hung high, reflected in his cold, icy eyes.

It's just a clone.

The true purpose, from beginning to end, has always been the same: to find that Level 4 opportunity hidden deep within the plane.

As for vying for opportunities and reaching higher realms, that's my business.

"Once I find it... when it arrives, the whole world will have nowhere to escape."

"The Golden Throne? Even if all the thrones of the world joined forces, how could they possibly contend with me?"

Lynn withdrew his gaze, his eyes calm and unwavering, already having made his decision.

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Several days later, in the capital city of Lanyu Province, Laina City.

As the situation became increasingly volatile, the Feathered Serpent Society officially took over the overall management of the Blue Jade Province.

As the daughter of the Golden Throne, Evelyn naturally became the true ruler here.

She directly seized the Earl of Welsh's private castle and converted it into a temporary command post.

Count Welsh, once a prominent nobleman of the Blue Jade Province, has been reduced to a mere follower under her command.

At this moment, in a luxurious drawing room inside the castle, Earl Welsh was exchanging pleasantries with several brass alchemists from the Feathered Serpent Order.

The atmosphere, however, was rather subtle.

“Earl Weil, isn’t Viscount Layton’s appetite a bit too big?”

A gaunt, sinister-looking alchemist, holding a wine cup, smiled insincerely and spoke with a mocking tone.
"In just a few days, the resources sent over are probably enough for ten bronze alchemists to experiment for ten years."

“Not to mention, there’s also that batch of precious silver materials…” another person chimed in, his tone even colder.

Earl Weil was covered in sweat, forcing a smile and apologizing:

“Viscount Layton is someone Lady Evelyn personally ordered to be cared for; I was merely following orders…”

"Ha, so you keep saying you can break through to Silver Alchemist within a month?"

An older alchemist snorted coldly, his eyes filled with disdain.

"Do they really think we're blind? With that little bit of spiritual power and that little bit of foundation, they dare to talk about silver all the time?"

"Hmph, I'd like to see what he'll do if he can't break through in a month. Lady Evelyn has spent so many resources, what will he say then?"

The words already subtly revealed hostility.

But the contempt they expressed was more a form of resentment.

How could a young viscount with a shallow background dare to ask for a price in front of Evelyn?
These alchemists, who had trained diligently for many years and were affiliated with the Feathered Serpent Order, could only be ordered around by others.
However, just as everyone was talking, a faint fragrance suddenly spread through the air, like a silent ripple, and soon filled the entire hall.

"Um?!"

"Enemy attack!"

The expressions of the several brass alchemists changed drastically. Almost instinctively, they sprang up, their bodies surging with totem runes in an attempt to block this inexplicable aura.

But this fragrance was too strange. It was neither a corrosive poison nor a direct mental shock, but rather a kind of... extremely alluring fragrance, carrying some indescribable soul-capturing magic.

"This is no ordinary fragrance!"

The alchemist with the sinister expression suddenly exclaimed in surprise. He realized that his protective totem could not block the fragrance!

"This is impossible--!"

As soon as he opened his mouth, he felt a wave of dizziness. His mental energy seemed to be drawn away by some unseen force and was rapidly draining away at an alarming rate.

"Damn it... this fragrance can devour spiritual energy!?"

Not only him, but the other brass alchemists also showed expressions of horror.

They tried to mobilize their mental strength to resist, but all their efforts were in vain.

His body gradually softened, his consciousness began to blur, and it seemed that he would completely collapse in the next second.

Just when they thought they were about to die.

"hiss--"

A soft, eerie sound broke the silence, and a snake shadow, its body gleaming with a dark purple luster and its scales bearing unique patterns, silently appeared on the wall of the hall.

It was a purple snake, long and slender, with shimmering scales, and it slowly flicked its tongue.

Although it is just a snake, it possesses an indescribable graceful charm, like a bewitching beauty hidden in the shadows.

call out!
In the blink of an eye, the purple snake suddenly transformed into a bolt of purple lightning and shot towards the floor of the hall.

"Tsk-!"

With a sound of corrosion, a huge hole was instantly eroded in the thick stone floor of the hall, revealing a vibrant purple expanse beneath.

That is……

A giant violet, several meters tall, stood gracefully, its petals unfolding layer by layer. Nine enormous buds on it trembled slightly, as if they were alive, emitting a strong and deadly fragrance.

That was Lynn's silver totem, the Violet Emperor!
"Ha... Viscount Layton, is this how you celebrate breaking through to Silver Alchemist?"

Suddenly, a lazy yet cold voice came from the second floor of the hall.

A stunningly beautiful woman slowly appeared, wearing an extremely alluring dress.

Large swathes of snow-white skin were exposed without any concealment, revealing a slender waist and long legs, skin as white as snow, and slightly curved red lips, exuding charm with a hint of sharpness.

It was Evelyn!
She stepped lightly into the hall, her red lips slightly parted, a flash of coldness in her eyes:

"Several of my subordinates nearly died in the totem fragrance you laid out. Is this your answer to me?"

Evelyn's beautiful eyes were fixed on the blooming violet queen deep in the hall, her expression cold, clearly showing her extreme dissatisfaction with Lynn's "sudden visit".

“Viscount Layton?” Her tone was slightly cold, her red lips parted slightly, carrying a hint of suppressed anger.

"He really broke through... to become a Silver Alchemist!"

"We're doomed! He must have heard what we just said!"

"If Lady Evelyn hadn't shown up in person, we'd probably be... already fertilizer by now!"

The brass alchemists who had just been mocking him were now as pale as paper, terrified, and sweating profusely, barely daring to breathe.

They finally realized what an immeasurable being they had just provoked.

And right now.

The enormous, alluring violet queen swayed slowly, and a huge flower bud quietly bloomed in the dim light.

From within the flower bud, instead of the stamen, emerged a handsome face—it was Lynn!
He smiled, seemingly oblivious to what had just happened, his expression calm and almost composed.
"Lady Evelyn, I apologize for the abrupt commotion. However, I have sensed Klaus's presence..."

As he expected, Evelyn's lingering anger vanished instantly upon hearing this.

She gave a soft hum, her red lips pursed slightly, and a glint of cunning flashed in her eyes:
"Hmph...you're lucky."

Although she didn't pursue the matter further, a hint of displeasure in the corner of her eye indicated that she had taken it to heart and would settle the score once Klaus's matter was resolved.

“Let’s go, Viscount Layton…”

Evelyn gently licked her lips, her red lips slightly upturned, her tone revealing a mixture of anticipation and chilling coldness.

"Let's see how long you can keep hiding, teacher..."

As soon as she finished speaking, she turned and left, her high heels swaying as she strode out of the hall with graceful steps.

As if sensing its master's will, the violet queen gently trembled its petals, releasing a faint purple mist fragrance, like a guiding light, silently paving the way for Evelyn.

(End of this chapter)