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

The words "Morning Star Wizard" were like a tsunami, instantly overwhelming Rosalind's reason.

Even though the wisps of power of the rules were dancing right before her eyes, and even though the temple of life outside the window, which lay prostrate like a giant beast, silently proclaimed the authority of its master, Rosalind still felt a little unsteady on her feet.

If it weren't for Lynn's strong hands firmly supporting her arm, this gentle and intelligent witch would probably have collapsed to the ground long ago.

His own student became a Morning Star Wizard?

In her mind, this was almost an absurd dream.

You must understand that in the strictly hierarchical Natural God Dynasty, in the Davis family that she longed for but had to leave, this was a situation that occurred within her own family.

The Morning Star Wizards are by no means "high-ranking" figures; they are the pillars that support the family's prestige.

She still remembered that when she left the Divine Dynasty, her family was in decline, and only two old ancestors of the Morning Star clan were left to barely survive.

Lynn, the apprentice who used to carefully handle materials in the laboratory, has now become one with, or even surpassed, those ancestors who are enshrined in the family shrine.
This disorienting sense of time and space made Rosalind's breathing become somewhat rapid.

However, the surprise Lynn gave her was only just beginning.

Just before waking the teacher, Lynn had already given Beverly instructions.

At that moment, outside that heavy door, another old friend was being led to the top of the tower.

And that person was none other than a nature wizard that Lynn had acquired by chance at auction in the Flowing Cloud Pavilion.

Meanwhile, the nature wizard was also his teacher Rosalind's cousin, Clara Davis.

Lynn originally intended to search Clara's soul, but the restriction in her mind made him give up.

After all, forcibly searching for a soul would most likely yield nothing and might even trigger a restriction, shattering Clara's mental domain.

Clara was, after all, his teacher's cousin, so Lynn kept Clara in the Temple of Life.

This stay lasted for over a hundred years in the temple of life.

Lynn gave this "aunt" the greatest dignity and freedom.

Clara did not have to serve like a slave; as long as she did not leave the Temple of Life, she could do as she pleased within it.

Time flies, and Clara is no longer the trembling, desperate female slave she once was in the auction cage.

As the door slowly opened, a sprightly figure walked in.

With the abundant resources of the Temple of Life, Clara not only successfully broke through to the threshold of a second-level witch, but also became a highly respected instructor in the academy.

Compared to when he was captured by Liuyunlou, he looked frail, pale, and withered.

She is now radiant, and because of her comfortable life and relaxed lifestyle over the years, her cheeks have become rounder and she has gained weight all over.

At this moment, outside the gate.

Clara, accompanied by Beverly, stood quietly before the heavy ebony door.

Beverly raised her hand, her knuckles lightly tapping the door, her voice gentle:
"Sir, Ms. Clara has arrived."

"Okay, come in."

Lynn's calm voice came from inside the door.

The door slowly opened, and Clara, dressed in a golden gown resembling the formal dress of an ancient noble family, walked in with her head bowed.

Compared to the disastrous auction a century ago, she is now clearly in much better shape, with her round cheeks glowing with a healthy rosy hue, and she even appears fuller than when she last appeared.

However, her outward composure could not conceal the turmoil within her heart.

Clara was in a state of utter confusion.

She knew very well that the Lord of the Temple of Life had not bought her out of compassion when he bought her from Liuyun Tower, but because he coveted the family secrets hidden behind her status as a "natural wizard".

Back then, this person was only a level three archmage. He tried to search her memories, but gave up because he was wary of the family restrictions deeply embedded in her mind.

This release resulted in a century of "free-range" farming.

Over the course of a century, she used the resources of the palace to advance to the second level, while that person rose like a comet, achieving the Morning Star rank that shook the nations.

In Clara's view, this sudden summons was more like a "harvest" that was a century overdue.

It's like fattening up piglets so they can be slaughtered for the New Year.

Clara now is like a piglet that has been fattened up...

"He must want to try soul searching again..."

Once the thought came to mind, I could never forget it.

Just because he couldn't do it a hundred years ago doesn't mean that the great Morning Star Wizard can't do it today.

Perhaps his centuries of patience were simply waiting for a foolproof opportunity to violently break those ancient restrictions.

Clara knew she had no room to resist, and what was even more tragic was that her only value seemed to be the secrets in her mind that could cost her her life.

She could only pray silently in her heart that the Lord of the Palace's methods were skillful enough to seal her soul before the terrifying backlash of the restriction shattered it.

Otherwise, if a Morning Star wizard's soul search fails, he himself may be unharmed, but she, a level two witch, will at best become an insane cripple, and at worst, her soul will perish on the spot.

Thinking of this, Clara held her breath and gripped her skirt tightly.

With her eyes lowered, she took small, hesitant steps, feeling immense pressure as she slowly walked into the depths of the hall.

Inside the exquisite and luxurious hall, Clara held her breath and remained silent, letting her magnificent, robe-like gold dress sweep across the marble floor.

She kept her head down the whole time, her gaze fixed on the spot three inches in front of her toes, afraid that any unintentional glance would anger the Morning Star Ruler who held the power of life and death.

However, she was unaware that the atmosphere in the center of the hall was not the cold and gloomy place she had imagined.

With Lynn's help, Rosalind had already left the floor-to-ceiling window that overlooked all living beings.

Rosalind's heart was already in her throat because Beverly had specifically mentioned the name "Ms. Clara" earlier.

In this unfamiliar southern land, the chances of bumping into a cousin are extremely slim, almost like a myth.

Looking at the student beside her who had become a "Morning Star," Rosalind felt a strange sense of certainty:

If Lynn can create such a miracle, what else can't happen?
Rosalind's blue-green pupils suddenly contracted and her body trembled violently when that elegant yet awkward figure came into full view.

Even though Clara kept her head down, and even though time had added a touch of roundness to her face, the familiar feeling flowing in her blood was absolutely undeniable.

"Clara...is it really you?"

Rosalind's trembling voice echoed in the quiet hall, carrying a hint of dreamlike disbelief.

"How did you get here? What happened in the Eastern Region? Is your family... is your family alright?"

Clara, who was bowing her head and awaiting "judgment," suddenly froze on the spot. That voice... that warm, intellectual voice, yet filled with endless concern, had appeared countless times in her desperate dreams.

She traveled across millions of miles of ocean to the Southern Region, originally to find the owner of this voice, but fate played a cruel joke on her:
She first became a slave girl at the foot of Liuyun Tower, and then was trapped in the Hall of Life for a hundred years.

She had thought that seeing her cousin again in this lifetime was a pipe dream.

Clara tremblingly raised her beautiful eyes, her gaze moving upwards over the luxurious carpet.

Then, he was struck dumb, completely shocked.

Her cousin Rosalind, whom she had been longing for and dreaming about, was actually standing there!

What she found even more absurd and incomprehensible was that the usually dignified and awe-inspiring Lord of Morning Star Palace was...

At this moment, he was like a humble and gentle junior, carefully supporting Rosalind's arm.

"This must be a hallucination before the soul search..."

Clara groaned inwardly, thinking she was suffering from hysteria due to excessive stress.

The heartwarming scene before my eyes was too unreal. How could the Morning Star Wizard be so respectful to his cousin who had been missing for many years?

But at that moment, Rosalind could no longer contain her excitement and rushed forward, grabbing Clara's shoulder.

"Clara! Clara! Say something!"

The warm touch on her shoulders, and the familiar, fragrant, and intellectual face so close to her, blurred Clara's vision instantly.

The tears welling up in those bluish-green pupils finally shattered the last shred of defense in her heart called "hysteria".

This is not an illusion.

After a century of despair and fear, her cousin, whom she had been searching for, actually appeared before her!

In the center of the hall, Clara's mind went blank from Rosalind's barrage of questions.

Clara didn't even have a chance to ask her cousin any questions; she could only passively and blankly answer them.
"The Natural God Dynasty... has completely changed. Because the Spirit of the Azure Sky has been lost for too long, the positions of the four lords have long been vacant, and they have even become victims of the power struggles between various parties."

"After Lord Xiye disappeared, the Xifeng Domain effectively ceased to exist. Over the years, in order to survive, the families and wizards within the territory have switched allegiance and pledged allegiance to the other three lords. And the cruelest thing is..."

As Clara said this, a flash of resentment crossed her eyes.
"Lady Nanshuang once personally visited and, as a lord, forcibly divided most of the territory of Xifeng Domain and incorporated it into her territory."

"As for our clan... before I left, only the last Morning Star Ancestor was left, struggling to keep it afloat. Having lost the protection of his territory, he was planning to lead the remaining clansmen to the other three realms to find a place to live."

Clara's breathing became rapid, and tears welled up in her eyes:

“I’m not reconciled… I’m truly unwilling to see the Davis family reduced to a vassal state like this, which is why I secretly fled, hoping to find clues about my cousin and Lord Xiye in this vast sea of ​​people in the Southern Region. I originally thought… I would die in the mire of a foreign land and never see you again…”

Before he could finish speaking, this usually composed and elegant academic tutor burst into tears, his round face filled with sorrow.

Rosalind clung tightly to her cousin's shoulders, and the two sisters embraced and wept. The joy of their reunion was instantly overshadowed by the crisis of their clan's annihilation, and a heavy sense of sorrow filled the air.

However, amidst this touching atmosphere of reunion, Lynn and Xiye's focus was entirely on the devastated territory.

According to Clara, this was due to the double disappearance of Xiye and the Spirit of the Azure Sky.

The once glorious Western Maple Domain has been completely divided up, and its situation is a hundred times worse than Lynn had anticipated.

"Lord Nanshuang?" Lynn frowned slightly, his divine sense tentatively reaching towards the Lord of Life's brow to communicate with Xiye.

"Judging from this name, could he be the lord who guards the south among the four regions of the Natural God Dynasty?"

When this name was mentioned, the Spirit of Azure Sky fell into a deathly silence.

Immediately afterwards, west Ye's originally ethereal and profound voice became unusually distorted and filled with gritted teeth due to extreme anger:
"Damn it! That bitch Nan Shuang! She's a master at kicking someone when they're down!"

west Ye growled almost like a roar.

"Once I return to the Eastern Region and recover to my full strength, I will definitely take back what she has bet on my territory, tenfold or a hundredfold!"

Seeing west Ye's gritted teeth made Lynn raise an eyebrow, a hint of amusement rising in his heart.

As agreed by the two, after returning to the Natural God Dynasty, west Ye would be responsible for attempting to reach the highest Radiant Moon rank, while Lin En would take over the Western Maple Domain and claim the title of Lord.

Although he had never set foot on that land, in Lynn's heart, it had long been included in his territory.

Now that he heard that most of his "own territory" had been divided up like a cake, he was naturally unhappy.

But west Ye's momentary hesitation and subsequent rage had an odd sense of incongruity.

This appears to be more than just a power struggle or factional conflict within the Divine Dynasty.

"Lord Nanshuang..." Lynn spoke slowly in his mind, his tone scrutinizing.

"Your name sounds like a witch? What was with your hesitation just now? It seems this lord and you had a close relationship back in the day."

west Ye's voice visibly faltered for a moment, then he coughed twice, attempting to maintain the dignity befitting a lord:

"Lynn, my lord, Nan Shuang is my equal in rank, and her title is 'Indestructible Emperor.' Back then, my Western Maple Domain was unparalleled among the four domains, completely suppressing the three of them. Now that I've been missing for many years, that bitch is probably just looking for an opportunity to take revenge and vent her pent-up resentment from back then..."

After hearing this, Lynn's face showed an expression that seemed to say, "Do you think I'm an idiot?"

He wasn't going to let this old guy who'd lived for thousands of years get away with such platitudes.

“west Ye, we signed a balance contract.”

Lynn's voice deepened, taking on a cold hue.
"You can try to lie to me, but don't try to lie to the scales. Even if it's a flawed supreme authority, you should know the consequences of breaking the agreement. We agreed that you would help me take over the Western Maple Domain. Now, Nan Shuang has suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and it seems she 'hates you to the bone.' Don't you think you owe me a reasonable explanation?"

Behind this relationship called "comrades-in-arms," ​​what truly maintains the trust between the two is not so-called friendship, but the golden scales hanging deep in their souls.

Without the absolute suppression of the contract, west Ye would probably have already coveted Lynn's golden scales and incredible advancement speed.

Lynn, too, would never dare to allow this ambitious ancient lord to rebuild his golden body.

Under Lynn's aggressive gaze, and especially feeling the faint but powerful pressure of the laws emanating from the Balance Contract, west Ye finally gave in.

He gave a helpless, bitter laugh, his voice sounding somewhat weak:
“Okay… there are indeed some… personal grudges between Nan Shuang and me.”

The so-called "personal level" is already becoming increasingly apparent at this moment.

Clearly, it wasn't a battle between factions, but rather an absurd debt of love turned to hate.

No wonder Nan Shuang acted more excessively than the other two lords after west Ye ran away and disappeared.

It seems like a woman who was hurt by the scumbag Xiye is seeking revenge.

With a wry smile, west Ye slowly began to recount some of the situations within the Natural God Dynasty.

"Within the Natural Divine Dynasty, there are four great lords..." (End of Chapter)