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

Chapter 280 Snow Peak Stronghold
Chapter 280
In fact, the purge of the Meteor Council had already been quietly launched under the secret orders of the Wizarding Council.

Although Lynn was in the 001st dimension at the time, thanks to the difference in time flow between that world and the Wizarding World, he managed to break through to the Morning Star Wizard.

Even if they rushed back immediately, they were still a step too late and were unable to personally participate in the initial planning and mobilization of the operation.

The good news is that, according to the memory fragments recently transmitted to Lynn by the Spirit Eye Wizard.

At least for now, on their side, the Temple of Life and the Spirit Eye Wizard have not been directly impacted.

On the contrary, there was no fighting at all; instead, it was completely peaceful.

The reason is not complicated; in fact, it is extremely straightforward.

Long before the Meteor Council secretly tried to get in touch with the Temple of Life, Lynn sided with the Wizard Council in order to clear his name.

Therefore, he decisively ordered the Spirit Eye Wizard to actively cooperate and proactively maintain "good communication" with the Meteor Council.

The Spirit Eye Wizard meticulously compiled all the correspondence and negotiation details, presenting them verbatim to the high-ranking members of the Wizard Council.

This move immediately won the trust and praise of the council, and also led the Wizard Council to make a decision.

The Temple of Life and the Spirit Eye Wizard were instructed to "retreat to advance," directly transforming themselves into undercover spies and infiltrating the enemy ranks.

Thus, while the Nightshade Wizard had secretly mobilized forces from all over, and the Morning Star Wizards were heading to the border between the Black Wizard and White Wizard territories to engage in all sorts of battles, large and small...

The Spirit Eye Wizard remained remarkably calm, even sharing drinks and discussing the "current situation" with high-ranking members of the Meteor Council.

Everything seemed calm on the surface, but undercurrents were surging beneath.

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At this moment, in the distant, frigid snowfields, the world is covered in a blanket of silver.

The Atlas Mountains, like the spine of a sleeping dragon, wind their way across the southern lands, leading straight to the Nightmare Rift Valley.

On its other side, however, are towering, cloud-piercing mountain chains, perpetually shrouded in snow and ice, a desolate and icy landscape, like a frozen wasteland.

Beneath the snow-covered dome, a colossal dragon, as black as night, soars through the storm.

Its body was enormous, its scales were cold and menacing, and its dragon wings swept across the sky, stirring up layers of air waves that tore apart the sea of ​​clouds.

On the dragon's back, Lynn wore a black robe, his expression calm and serene.

He stood quietly, gazing at the snow-capped mountains and the sky above, the wind howling in his ears, while the latest memory transmitted by the Spirit-Eyed Wizard echoed in his mind.

"Currently, the Meteor Council has no knowledge of the Spirit Eye Wizard."

The Meteor Council currently places great trust in the Spirit Eye Wizard, even regarding him as a rare "ally."

Especially at this critical time, with internal and external troubles, the Spirit Eye Wizard still maintained contact with them, and was naturally regarded as a "trustworthy person".

"Looks like... I'll be a double agent for a while now..."

Lynn shook his head and smiled helplessly, then rode the black dragon toward the coordinates given to him by the Spirit Eye Wizard.

The biting wind howled and raged wildly among the mountains; the black dragon spread its wings and soared through the blizzard-strewn sky, tearing through the heavens and leaving a deep, dark afterimage.

It flew along the unchanging landscape of this great snow-capped mountain, where the snow-covered peaks stretched endlessly, and the world seemed to be frozen in an eternal winter painting.

The environment here is far harsher than on the other side of the Atlas Mountains.

The towering peaks seemed to pierce the sky, and the air was filled with intense wind and ice elemental energy, almost visible to the naked eye.

Those translucent energy particles spun, jumped, and collided in the cold air, forming an extremely unstable magical field.

As a result, this area frequently experiences terrifying natural phenomena such as high-intensity tornadoes and typhoons.

Those calamities formed by the riots of wind element factors sometimes have wind speeds as high as one or two hundred degrees of magical energy, which can easily tear apart an ordinary level one wizard.

Not to mention the constant blizzards and freezing temperatures that plague this place, as well as the snow monsters and ice beasts that inhabit the depths of the ice plains...

Each one represents a different level of deadly threat.

Some avalanches can even reach a destructive level of 300 degrees Celsius. Their wide coverage and terrifying power are enough to make any second-level wizard change his expression instantly and dare not make any rash moves.

Such an environment is undoubtedly a natural trap for all weak life.

Even a first-level wizard, or an ordinary wizard apprentice, could be torn apart by the cold wind and buried in the sea of ​​snow within moments of entering this place.

It's deserted, not because no one wants to come, but because no one can leave alive.

But for Lynn now, all these "natural calamities" are just minor disturbances that can be easily dealt with.

As the black dragon's wings flapped, snow and wind swirled, and all obstacles bowed down beneath its feet.

However, even if they could not threaten Lynn's life, these chaotic bursts of magical disasters were enough to slow down his flight speed and disrupt his rhythm of action.

In just over an hour's journey, Lynn encountered three extremely threatening natural disasters in succession:

A powerful windstorm, formed by the convergence of magical elements, swept across the sky like a blade.

A high-frequency avalanche, accompanied by the roar of the mountain, poured down, attempting to bury all living things;
There was also a six-armed ice beast, its entire body transparent and made of solidified ice crystals, that lunged out from the depths of the snow-capped mountains, attempting to attack the black dragon's belly.

Lynn did not make a move; he easily neutralized these threats with the black dragon's own power and a few low-pitched magical protections.

But this is enough to prove that the danger level of this snowy region is far greater than that of ordinary areas.

If a second-level wizard comes alone, he can only move through it with great caution. If he dares to be even slightly careless, he may lose his life on the icy plain.

Only a level three Grand Wizard or higher can truly be fearless of the dangers of this place and walk calmly on the White Desolation.

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After flying over a mountain ridge, the black dragon soared above the clouds, with ice and snow and the sky receding into the distance behind it.

Lynn stood on the dragon's back, his robes fluttering in the wind, his gaze calm and profound as he looked down at the undulating contours of the snow-capped mountains below.

Right there, where the silvery white meets the rocky terrain, halfway up the snow-capped mountain, he finally caught a glimpse of something that didn't belong to nature:
A pitch-black platform, embedded among the snow-capped mountains, resembles a metal skeleton protruding from the remains of an ancient behemoth.

The platform is made entirely of fragments from numerous fallen stars, emanating a deep and ancient energy aura, with faint starlight-like points of light dancing in its gaps.

Lynn narrowed his eyes, and immediately determined its identity based solely on its material and energy fluctuations:
"It really is here... the Meteor Council, the most secluded stronghold at the border between the Black Wizards and the White Wizards."

The wind and snow swept in again, and the icy wind howled and swirled in the air.

Lynn stood atop the black dragon, his robes fluttering in the wind, his gaze piercing through the flying snow like lightning, his expression calm and composed.

He took a deep breath and gently pressed his hand against the dragon's spine: "Let's go."

The black dragon let out a deep roar, folded its wings, and swooped down, like a black sword piercing the dark platform hidden among the snow-capped mountains.

Their arrival had already been detected by the platform below, which was forged from fragments of fallen stars.

The magical array hidden within the platform immediately detected the magical fluctuations from high above. With a flash of light, the array patterns completed the identification and analysis.

Fortunately, the Spirit-Eyed Wizard was currently presiding over the gathering, enjoying drinks and conversation with several Morning Star level wizards.

Lynn, as his disciple, was not considered an enemy.

Instead, a wizard figure emerged from the platform, raised his hand, and with a smile, guided him to a smooth landing.

The black dragon hovered briefly in mid-air before slowly folding its wings and gently landing on the dark platform that glowed with an eerie light.

Almost at the same moment Lynn and the black dragon landed, the atmosphere of the entire platform suddenly changed. Scenes distorted and twisted, as if space itself was convulsing and writhing.

In the blink of an eye, the once clearly visible structural boundaries, star patterns, and meteorite remnants were all replaced by a sudden surge of phantoms:

It was a fantastical world of wind and snow, with the cold wind and blizzard mingling together, just like the rest of the area.

Clearly, the Meteor Council had deliberately shut down the concealed magical array in order to lure Lynn here.

The mission is now complete. The illusion and shielding barrier quickly reactivate, and everything disappears back into the snowstorm.

This detail reveals the high status of the Spirit Eye Wizard in this place, as he was able to mobilize the array to shield the access of an outsider.
It should be noted that Lynn's identity this time was merely that of a student of the Spirit Eye Wizard.

Even so, the fact that this mysterious council, located at the intersection of black and white wizarding, was able to reveal its true form speaks volumes.

With a sway of his body, he landed as lightly as a feather from the back of the black dragon, his black robe fluttering slightly, his aura natural and composed.

At that moment, a loud laugh came from ahead:

"Haha! You must be a student of the Spirit Eye Wizard?"

The speaker was a round-figured man with a ruddy complexion.

He had shiny blond hair and wore an extremely ornate and flashy robe inlaid with gold and silver.

He looked more like a wealthy businessman or an aggressive nouveau riche boss in the market than a low-key and reclusive wizard who studied witchcraft.

Moreover, although the opponent's appearance was comical and frivolous, three energy shields of different colors slowly rotated around him, emitting an extremely powerful aura.

Those were the marks of three permanent sorcery marks, clearly indicating that the opponent's strength was at the level of a third-level archmage!
"Let me introduce myself, I'm Dieter."

The fat man approached with a smile, his words revealing a mixture of sincerity and enthusiasm.

Looking at the overly friendly blond fat man in front of him, Lynn felt a sense of déjà vu.

He certainly hadn't forgotten the blond, fat man in front of him; he had known him before.

When I left the Spirit Eye Forge and sought refuge in the Nightmare Rift, I was with the team of this man named Dieter as they crossed the Atlas Mountains.

Back then, Dieter played a squad leader who led a team across the Atlas Mountains, during which he also became very close to Davin.

One of them was genuinely innocent and naive; the other was deeply immersed in his role as a tour guide, so they got along very well.

Unfortunately, during their journey across the Atlas Mountains, the Eagle Constellation's pursuers, the Silver Grey Archmage, caught up with them.

Although they failed to capture Lynn, they did manage to capture Dieter and some members of the Meteor Council.

During that battle, Lynn managed to escape and was unaware of what happened afterward.

But judging from Dieter's smiling face standing here now, it's not hard to guess that the two sides were evenly matched back then, with neither able to gain the upper hand.

Those members of the Meteor Council must have been the last to escape the Silver-Gray Archmage's pursuit...

From this perspective, Lynn should even thank Dieter.

After all, it was Dieter and the Meteor Council members who lured away the Silver-Gray Archmage's pursuers; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to escape to the Nightmare Rift so easily...

Of course, the Silver-Gray Archmage is now dead at Lynn's hands. In a sense, this can be considered repayment for Dieter's gratitude by helping him kill a formidable enemy...

Lynn let out a soft breath, then suppressed all the distracting thoughts in her mind.

At this moment, he is playing the role of a student of the Spirit Eye Wizard, who is aloof and doesn't like to talk to people.

He lowered his eyes, slowly raised them, and calmly looked at the enthusiastic, blond, fat man in front of him, Dieter.

To ensure a safe landing, Lynn wore a specially made silver-gray mask before landing.

It is a concealment artifact made from rare magical materials, capable of blocking the detection of others' spiritual power.

At the same time, he also concealed most of his aura, releasing only the energy fluctuations of three permanent sorcery marks, making him appear to be just a level three great wizard with decent strength, but far from reaching the pinnacle.

"Yeah. Hello."

His tone was flat, his voice low and indifferent; the three cold words sounded particularly harsh in the still-snowy wind.

But Dieter showed no displeasure whatsoever. Instead, he seemed to have expected it, continuing to nod and agree with a smile, his attitude as warm as ever.

Clearly, he had already been warned by the Spirit-Eyed Wizard: this boy is aloof and doesn't like to talk, so don't take him seriously.

"The Wizarding Council is now in turmoil, with both the Black Wizards and the White Wizards making increasingly frequent probing moves... Even our Meteor Council is feeling the pressure."

He smiled as he walked slowly alongside Lynn into the depths of the platform.

“At this critical juncture, we are naturally extremely grateful that you are willing to come and support us and contribute your own strength.”

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and a silver gate in front of him quietly opened, its starlight shimmering, like a dream.

Lynn did not respond, but silently followed.

They walked through a passageway forged from fragments of stars.

The surroundings were dark, and the walls were as black as meteorites, but deep within the stone walls, there were wisps of naturally flowing starlight, like the remaining sparks in the night sky, quietly flickering in the darkness.

There were no torches, no luminous crystals; all the light was drawn by the starlight, creating a cold and mysterious atmosphere.

Occasionally, magical runes would flicker beneath one's feet, and subtle magical fluctuations would emanate from the soles of one's feet, as if the entire base itself were a dormant, enchanted artifact.

"By the way, how should I address you?" Dieter suddenly asked, his tone still relaxed and casual.

Lynn paused slightly, then uttered two words expressionlessly: "Qinglin".

His voice remained low and indifferent.

"Great Wizard of Qinglin, come with me."

Dieter grinned again, seemingly used to Lynn's coldness, showing no displeasure at being slighted, and his tone became even more enthusiastic.

He stepped aside to lead the way, explaining the structure and layout of the passageway to Lynn.

"This base was created by our Meteor Council over a hundred years, extracting resources and refining its structure from the remnants of a dead star. The entire structure appears simple on the surface, but it is actually embedded with multiple magic arrays, making it impervious to spatial distortion and magical erosion..."

Lynn appeared calm on the surface, but in reality, he was slightly startled.

The so-called dead stars naturally refer to a plane of existence.

The manifestations of dimensional worlds vary; some have stars, some have continents, and some are irregular, cloud-like structures...

The fact that an entire dimension was used to create a base is truly extravagant!
He glanced around and, sure enough, he could vaguely detect many sealed floating marks, magic array nodes, and intersecting magical veins between the dark walls, like a star map sunk into the mud, hidden in the cracks of spatial dimensions.

Along this passage, one can often see wizards dressed in black robes standing or patrolling.

Some of them had their eyes closed in meditation, while others stood quietly with their canes in hand. Sensing the approach of the two men, they all bowed their heads in unison, their expressions solemn.

Some of their gazes fell on Lynn with scrutiny and curiosity, but they quickly composed themselves and dared not make any rash judgments.

Lynn remained silent, simply following along and coldly observing everything.

Led by Dieter, Lynn followed him slowly deeper into the area...

(End of this chapter)