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

Although the Morning Star Wizards are not truly "busy with countless affairs," almost every matter under their control is enough to influence the格局 (geju, a term referring to the overall situation or structure) of a certain country.

The fact that so many powerful figures capable of suppressing a region and turning the tide have gathered in this council hall demonstrates the significance of today's meeting.

Every wizard present understood that countless plans in the Southern Region had been forced to be shelved, countless experiments had been halted, and countless interdimensional trades and power movements had been temporarily frozen because of this meeting.

For this reason, the leaders of the Southern Region branch of the Wizarding Council did not delay at all.

On the platform at the very center of the hall, a translucent ancient round clock slowly emerged, its face faintly glowing with a pale light, as if it were made of time and measured by space and time.

With a dull "click, click," the hands of the ancient clock moved one tick at a time, echoing throughout the entire hall. Each tick seemed to strike a chord in people's hearts, causing the shamans to hold their breath in concentration.

The moment when the hour hand, minute hand, and second hand all point to the same spot, pointing to twelve o'clock.

The entire council chamber suddenly went dark!
The hundreds of luminous crystals that were originally embedded in the dome and walls went out at the same time, as if the night had instantly swallowed up the entire hall.

Immediately, a soft and sacred light rose from the central platform, transforming into a ring of light that clearly presented the scene on the platform to all directions.

At the same time, an ancient magical power was silently awakening.

The array inscriptions emerged from the ground, and the pale golden light spread like vines to the edge of the entire council hall, vaguely conveying the sense that it had built an indestructible barrier.

The sheer weight of that power sent a chill down Lynn's spine. Even if His Majesty the Radiant Moon were to be present, he wouldn't be able to force his way in before the meeting ended.

Amidst the solemn and dignified atmosphere, a tall figure slowly appeared beneath the central light screen.

The newcomer was dressed in a dark wizard's robe, but instead of the dark patterns of a black wizard or the holy emblem of a white wizard, there was a golden symbol as bright as the rising sun, a symbol of the authority of the Wizarding Council.

That was a unique symbol of the council wizards, and Ald, as an enforcement wizard, also wore this distinctive attire.

“This is Elder Singid of the Morningstar Council,” Green explained in a low voice, his tone filled with respect, “a wise and powerful sixth-level Morningstar wizard.”

Lynn looked through the light screen and saw that the elder had snow-white hair, a kind face but no lack of dignity, and a strict and disciplined aura naturally emanated from his brows.

His aura wasn't oppressive like that of ordinary high-ranking individuals, but rather like an invisible mountain that inspired awe.

"Esteemed Councilors of Morning Star," Elder Singid began, his voice deep and steady, echoing throughout the circular hall like a great bell.
“I know that among you, some come from the White Wizarding Territory and some from the Black Wizarding Territory; some are from ancient forces and some are independent cultivators who have forged their own paths. However, today, we are gathered here, representing not just our personal backgrounds and stances, but the future of the entire Southern Wizarding Civilization.”

His gaze slowly swept across the hall, and the many Morning Star Wizards all stood in solemn respect.

"Distinguished members of parliament, every speech and every vote will leave its mark in the years to come and influence the fate of countless lives. May you treat every decision you make from now on with caution and reverence."

As soon as he finished speaking, Elder Singid slightly raised his hand.

The hands of the ancient clock flickered with a faint light, and the radiance of the array shone once more in the hall.

"I hereby declare... the Southern Region Wizarding Council of the Wizarding World, the Seventh Genesis, Summer of Cycles, the 3789th Morning Star Council Meeting, is officially open!"

As Elder Singid uttered his last word, the entire council hall seemed to be put on "pause" by an invisible force.

Even the movement of dust particles seemed to slow down in the air; all was silent except for the sound of my heartbeat echoing in my chest.

The gazes of countless wizards converged like a tide on the central light screen and the elder Singed sitting on it, so solemn that even their breathing became cautious.

Even Lynn felt an indescribable pressure at this moment.

As a Morning Star Wizard, he believed he had witnessed countless wonders and experienced life and death, and his mind was as firm as a rock.

Yet, even in this council hall, a symbol of the authority and wisdom of wizarding civilization, he was still affected by the silent solemnity. The weight of history seemed to press on his heart, making him unconsciously straighten his back.

In particular, when Elder Singid loudly proclaimed that long and ancient list of conference names.

"The Seventh Genesis, Summer of Cycles, the 3,789th Morning Star Council Meeting".

Lynn's heart skipped a beat.

It's not just a string of numbers and titles; it's more like a frozen epic of civilization.

The timekeeping system of the wizarding civilization was extremely complex.

In the mortal world, a "century" often represents a hundred years, and this is also true in the calendar system of wizarding civilization: every hundred years is a century.

"Genesis" is a cycle of 100 centuries, meaning that 10,000 years is an era.

However, the "Seventh Genesis" does not mean that the wizarding civilization has only a history of 70,000 years.

What truly made Lynn's heart tremble was the phrase "Summer of Cycles".

"Summer of Cycles" is an era name belonging to the wizarding civilization.

That is a unique calendar system of the wizarding civilization. Every time a wizard crosses the Radiant Moon Realm and advances to level nine or above, becoming the legendary Sun Wizard, the entire wizarding civilization will start a new era centered on that wizard.

The annals of civilization begin anew from zero, and all history is inscribed with the title of that being.

This is not only an honor, but also an unshakeable symbol:

That was proof that a civilization had joined the ranks of the top worlds and left its mark on endless planes.

The existence of the Seventh Genesis means that a full 70,000 years have passed since the birth of the last Sun Wizard.

The Sun Wizard bestowed upon this era a name symbolizing reincarnation and the flourishing of life: "Summer of Cycles".

Lynn sighed inwardly. This naming method was like the reign title of an ordinary emperor, but it was far more lofty and profound than that of an ordinary dynasty.

In the wizarding world, only the Sun Wizard, who truly surpasses the Moon Wizard, can single-handedly reshape the time system of civilization and name the entire wizarding world.

That level of existence can cause countless planes to tremble in the blink of an eye.

"Sunburst Wizard... Level Nine and above..."

Lynn silently recited these words in his heart, his emotions fluctuating slightly.

Even now that he has been promoted to Morning Star Wizard, Lynn still feels an indescribable sense of insignificance.

The lofty and unattainable name of the "Sun Wizard" is like a deity standing above an endless sea of ​​stars, inspiring awe and fear.

He knew very well that compared to such beings, his lifespan was but a gentle breeze across a long river, barely causing a ripple in the waves of time. The Morning Star Wizards, a class capable of manipulating the mortal world and suppressing a nation, were still just one step on the ladder in the endless history of wizarding civilization.

Even though Lynn had already entered the fourth tier, he couldn't even witness the passing of the "Summer of Cycles" era.

The era of a Sun Wizard is at least 70,000 years, but the lifespan of a Morning Star Wizard like him is not enough to withstand such a long cycle.

Morning Star Wizards are strictly divided into three realms:

A fourth-level Morning Star has a lifespan of approximately three thousand years, which is an unimaginably long period of time in the eyes of ordinary people and low-level wizards.

A fifth-level morning star can live for up to six thousand years, enough to span the rise and fall of several mortal dynasties.

A sixth-level morning star, with a lifespan of nearly nine thousand years, approaching the threshold of "Genesis".

However, even nine thousand years is not enough time for them to witness the birth and fall of a Sun Wizard.

This is why a saying circulates in the wizarding world:

"The Morning Star Wizard is merely a creation of the world; only the Moon Wizard can stand above creation."

Only the Moon Wizards can truly live beyond ten thousand years, witnessing the changing of eras and seeing the Sun Wizards bestow new era names upon civilizations.

This also highlights the vastness and profundity of the wizarding civilization.

The civilization that could give birth to the Sun Wizard in the endless sea of ​​planes is far beyond what ordinary worlds can compare to.

Such a vast civilization naturally inspired countless wizards to dedicate their entire lives to it.

Lynn's gaze swept around, and he couldn't help but marvel at the significance of this meeting.

The data that Elder Singid just casually mentioned—that only a little over 3,000 parliamentary sessions have been held in 70,000 years of history—is actually quite astonishing.

On average, the Southern Wizarding Council only holds a meeting once every twenty years or so.

Twenty years may be enough for mortals to witness the changing world; but from a wizard's perspective, it is merely a moment of seclusion and meditation.

Despite such a long interval, the Wizard Council is responsible for the vast and boundless affairs of the entire Southern Region, demonstrating its extreme pursuit of efficiency and authority.

Moreover, most of these three thousand meetings were not so grand.

There have probably only been a handful of councils that were truly large-scale and convened most of the Morning Star wizards in person.

Most wizards, unless they are focused on serving the council and participating in decision-making, would rather bury themselves in laboratories and research rooms, delving into mysteries, than spend their energy participating in regular meetings.

They only appear and fulfill their duties as members of parliament at important council meetings that affect the entire southern region.

That is why Elder Singid, standing in the center of the meeting, would not waste a single moment discussing trivial matters.

Today, the most influential group of wizards in the entire Southern Region has gathered here; in such an occasion, what he says will inevitably concern the overall situation of the Southern Region and be enough to affect the entire wizarding civilization.

The most serious of these is undoubtedly the destruction of the Nightmare Rift!
Before getting to the main topic, Elder Singid briefly mentioned a few routine matters.

As soon as each issue was raised, thousands of points of light flashed in the surrounding seats of the members of parliament, representing the voting results of approval, rejection, or abstention.

These processes proceeded smoothly and efficiently, like the wind sweeping through the forest, and were completed in no time.

Immediately afterwards, Elder Singid's expression turned serious, and his voice became solemn and dignified.

The previously calm atmosphere in the conference hall seemed to be slowly suppressed by an invisible hand, and even the air seemed to freeze.

Countless gazes fell upon the figure in the center, and Elder Singid slowly spoke:
"Distinguished members of parliament, I believe you are all aware of... On the ancient neutral boundary line where the territories of white wizards and black wizards meet, there once stood a force that inspired awe in countless wizards: Nightmare Rift."

"The creator of the Nightmare Rift was none other than His Majesty the Radiant Moon, who transcended the Genesis!"

"That Radiant Moon Lord, countless years ago, with unparalleled power, ended the thousand-year-long bloody war between black wizards and white wizards."

It was he who, transcending factionalism, established the Nightmare Rift, making it the first truly 'neutral' place in this land.

As the voice echoed, the illusory sun behind Elder Singid glowed faintly, radiating a gentle yet heavy pressure.

The entire hall seemed to be immersed in a long river of memories, with history from tens of thousands of years ago being gradually brought back to everyone's eyes.

"Since then, the Southern Region has entered a relatively peaceful era. The Nightmare Rift Valley has become the spiritual totem of this land, a symbol of order and balance in the hearts of countless wizards."

"But today, this symbol... has been reduced to ruins."

These words were met with silence in the council chamber.

At that moment, even Lynn couldn't help but straighten up slightly, a chill running through her heart.

The meeting had been going on for quite some time, during which he neither voted nor spoke, but simply sat silently in that cold seat, listening intently to this meeting that would affect the balance of power in the Southern Region.

However, the more solemn and detailed Elder Singid's words were, the more Lynn sneered inwardly.

"First, elevate the status of Nightmare Rift to an unquestionable level, then force these Morning Star wizards to make a statement... Ha, what a shrewd tactic."

Lynn narrowed his eyes, his mind racing.

He could tell that the elder was going to great lengths to recount history from tens of thousands of years ago in order to create a morally oppressive atmosphere, leaving all the Morning Star members present with nowhere to retreat.

Once the Nightmare Rift is defined as a "symbol" of the Southern Order, its destruction becomes a "responsibility" that every councilor present must bear.

“But the problem is…” Lynn thought to himself, “Who exactly is it that makes the Southern Wizarding Council so cautious?”
If they were just ordinary level seven Moonlit Wizards, even if they were furious, it wouldn't force them to make such a grand 'political gesture,' would it?"

Lynn was filled with doubts.

As a fourth-level Morning Star Wizard, his knowledge and understanding were ultimately limited. He only knew the name of the Moon Wizard's power, but not its depth.

But his intuition told him that the current "grand" atmosphere of the council might mean that the Radiant Moon Lord of the Nightmare Rift was no ordinary being.

Morningstar wizards are divided into four levels: fourth-level, fifth-level, and sixth-level.

The Moonlight Wizards are naturally divided into three levels: Level 7 Moonlight Wizard, Level 8 Moonlight Wizard, and Level 9 Moonlight Wizard!
Just as Lynn was pondering the level of existence of His Majesty the Radiant Moon, Elder Singed, in a solemn and deep voice, recounted numerous matters, including the Nightmare Rift and the Meteor Council, during the meeting! (End of Chapter)