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

Under a clear, cloudless sky, a vast grassland, almost blindingly green, stretches endlessly.

In mid-air, figures were suspended.

They wore specially made dark blue robes with a unique emblem embroidered on their chests, resembling a whirlpool in a deep sea, with fine ripples around its edges, exactly the same as the strange phenomenon manifested behind the lord Tianbenliu Donghui.

It is obvious that these are the Morning Star Wizards who came with Donghui.

Lord Donghui had personally taken action earlier, and then disappeared into the depths of the rain.

But this group of people were not worried. With the Moonlit Blade out of the way, who could do anything to a lord with a combat strength below the Moonlit Blade level?
Even if Huiyue were to intervene, this place is so close to the City of Abundance that Lord Donghui's strength would be more than enough to allow him to retreat safely.

So they waited quietly.

Suddenly, a faint blue trace appeared in mid-air, like a drop of ink falling into clear water, quickly expanding into a water droplet several meters in size.

The surface of the water droplet shimmered, and a burly figure could be vaguely seen inside.

Donghui stepped out from there.

A faint smile played on his lips, his blue hair fluttering slightly in the wind, and his expression held a hint of satisfaction and relish, as if he had just finished a thrilling battle.

Donghui kept his word; he only tested his newly created combination spell "Tianben" and did not actually kill him.

After trying it, I left on my own.

However, this scene left the Morning Star Wizards somewhat puzzled.

Lord Donghui personally attempted to arrest someone, but it seems... he failed?

That person carries the Spirit of Azure Sky! The Radiant Moon Lords of the Natural God Dynasty have been searching frantically for this thing.

Lord Donghui made a mistake, so why does he still look so calm, even smiling?

The group looked at each other, their eyes filled with confusion.

Donghui glanced at them, chuckled softly, his voice loud yet composed:

"The Natural God Dynasty... will soon become lively."

He paused, his gaze drifting into the distance, his tone carrying a profound sense of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a complex emotion encompassing both regret and reflection):

"Let's go back first."

"After a while, the Spirit of the Azure Sky... will return on its own."

"The four great lords are finally going to be reunited..."

After he finished speaking, he said no more.

The figure stood in mid-air, the hem of his robe billowing in the wind, and walked on the void, slowly flying towards the city of abundance.

Behind them, the group of Morning Star wizards exchanged glances, their eyes filled with shock and excitement.

Donghui's words sounded like a riddle, but everyone still managed to pick up on the key information.

"The four great lords...are all back together?!"

"Could it be that the lord of the Western Maple Domain... west Ye, has returned?!"

"The Spirit of the Azure Sky... he brought it back?!"

Everyone instantly understood the deeper meaning behind Donghui's words, "It's getting lively."

It should be known that within the Natural God Dynasty, Lord Nanshuang's oppression and plunder of the Western Maple Domain is no secret.

If it weren't for the intervention of the Radiant Moon Lords to maintain the ironclad rule that the four territories must not be broken, Southern Frost would probably have already completely annexed the Western Maple Domain, instead of only occupying half of it.

If west Ye truly returns, a direct confrontation with Nan Shuang is almost inevitable.

Moreover, these two lords were apparently lovers back then.

This old grudge has been rekindled, and the melodrama is so ridiculous it makes your scalp crawl.

The Natural God Dynasty... is really going to get lively.

A surge of excitement filled the crowd, and figures followed Donghui closely, rushing rapidly towards the City of Abundance.

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Meanwhile, on the other side...

The space carrier changed direction and returned to the teleportation plaza outside the City of Abundance.

As they drew near, Lynn raised his hand and waved, quietly deactivating the ship's array, and the massive vessel slowly descended.

He took to the air with Beverly, Rosalind, and others.

Now that Lori and the others have been safely delivered to the Eastern Region, continuing to use the space carrier for transportation would be too conspicuous and easily attract unnecessary attention.

At this moment, Lynn led the way, followed closely by the Lord of Life, with Clara, Beverly, and others bringing up the rear.

Compared to before, the aura of the western leaf between the brows of the Lord of Life was noticeably weak, like an old tree drenched by a torrential rain, its branches drooping and its vitality severely damaged.

"Damn it... I finally managed to recover some energy, and that bastard Donghui ruined most of it..."

west Ye cursed and swore in his mind, his tone full of frustration and resentment.

He urged Lynn:
"Boy, hurry back to the Natural God Dynasty!"

"There are plenty of ways there to speed up my recovery."

"Staying inside the Azure Sky Spirit for too long is not very effective... It hasn't fully recovered on its own, so it's only of limited help to me."

Lynn nodded slightly, without saying anything more.

He knew that west Ye's weakness at this moment was not feigned.

Having forcibly activated the "Poem of Withered Glory" and then withstood Donghui's "Heavenly Flight" seven-form attack, even with the assistance of the Azure Sky Spirit, the remnant soul was severely damaged.

If I don't find a place to recuperate soon, even "surviving" might become a problem.

Returning to the teleportation plaza, we found ourselves not in the area of ​​the previous inter-domain teleportation arrays, but in the exclusive area of ​​the ultra-long-distance teleportation array.

west Ye had told Lynn many times that the Eastern Region was incredibly prosperous.

At that time, Lynn only heard the general idea; the concept was abstract and difficult to make concrete comparisons.

But now that he has seen it with his own eyes, he has a real basic and intuitive impression.

Although the ultra-long-distance teleportation array is not as costly as the inter-domain teleportation array, which is so expensive that even ordinary Radiant Moon Kings cannot afford it, it is still an extremely expensive luxury item.

At least for the Morningstar Wizards, even those at the peak of the Morningstar realm would be almost powerless to build one on their own.

Normally, only His Majesty the Radiant Moon is qualified and capable of affording the cost of such a formation.

Therefore, the destination of ultra-long-distance teleportation arrays is almost invariably a Radiant Moon-level force.

The different levels of the formations clearly indicate the destination's level:
Only a behemoth like the Wizarding Council can support inter-domain teleportation arrays, with the two ends often being official strongholds of the Council.

The long-distance teleportation array is something His Majesty the Moon can handle, so both ends must be at least under the Moon's control.

As for long-distance teleportation arrays, the Morning Star Wizard is already capable of handling them.

Of course, "being able to afford it" is one thing, but "being willing to spend a lot of money to repair it" is another.

Private entities like Lynn's Temple of Life, the Whiteheart Tower of the Whiteheart Tower Master, and the Nightshade Forge of the Nightshade Wizard have never considered building long-distance teleportation arrays to connect to other places.

A wizard might not reach the Morning Star level in ten years, and relying solely on formal wizard passes would likely take several lifetimes to recoup the investment. Yet, outside the city of abundance, teleportation arrays of various levels were clearly distinguished.

The area with the ultra-long-distance teleportation array is particularly conspicuous.

The dense array of lights lit up and then went out, and there were countless figures coming and going.

Each array has a prominent plaque in front of it, clearly marked in wizarding script with the destination faction, its affiliation in Radiant Moon, teleportation fee, estimated travel time... just like a subway station map or an airport flight information board, making it easy to understand at a glance.

In the Eastern Region, the forces of Radiant Moon are numerous, far more numerous and primitive than in the Southern Region.

There are fewer than ten Radiant Moon Wizards in the Southern Region. Divided into black wizards and white wizards, their power structure resembles an old parchment map—simple, brutal, and primitive.

The division of power among the Radiant Moon forces in the Eastern Region is so professional it's almost ruthless, and so advanced it's almost cruel.

This place contains both clearly defined territories based on professional paths and vast, intertwined networks of power driven by interests.

The Natural God Dynasty is a paradise for nature shamans.

The entire territory is covered by endless primeval forests, ever-blooming seas of flowers, and revitalized ancient trees, with the air forever filled with the fragrance of grass and trees and the whispers of life.

There is no withering here, only eternal growth and reincarnation.

The nature wizards of the Radiant Moon level live in seclusion in the heart of the oldest ancient tree, while the Morning Star wizards have built the "Ring of Life" deep in the forest, a series of aerial gardens woven from living vines and giant trees.

The Bloodline Wizards' Gathering Place, the Myriad Blood Imperial Court, is another extreme.

The abundant resources of the Eastern Region have given birth to countless exotic magical beasts and ancient bloodlines. The Imperial Court has kept, enslaved, hybridized, and purified them, building huge "blood pool workshops".

Deep within the workshop, crimson mist lingers year-round, the roars and wails of bloodlines weaving together to form an eternal background sound.

Here, pure bloodline is the only currency, and the hierarchy is so strict it's suffocating. The highest-ranking nobles can even briefly borrow the power of their ancestors' radiant moon through a "blood sacrifice ritual."

The elemental wizards then occupied the "Elemental Spirit Realm".

There are wizards who delve deeply into the path of the elements, and there are also seekers who study arcane arts and explore everything.

Elemental wizards make up more than 70% of the total number of wizards in the wizarding world. Therefore, the elemental spirit realms where elemental wizards gather are often known for their "abundance and vastness".

Beyond the simple division of career paths, the Eastern Region is also home to countless intertwined forces driven by self-interest.

Bloodblade Tavern is the most notorious utopia among them.

A paradise for assassins and bounty hunters. In the eternally spring-like Eastern Regions, killing is packaged as an elegant art. Bounty posters in taverns are engraved on precious mahogany plaques, and assassins, cloaked in silk cloaks, reap heads amidst the fragrant breeze.

There are no people who can't be killed here, only people who can't afford the price.

The Golden Shell Grand Alliance is another behemoth.

They firmly believe that "rules can be bought".

The merchant alliance's tentacles reach into every street, from Muggle straws to wizard magic stones; every transaction must pass through the golden abacus.

Their caravans traversed the Eastern Regions, and their escorts even included mercenaries at the Morning Star level.

The business alliance never fights; they only buy—buy intelligence, buy loyalty, buy rules, and buy people's hearts.

There's also Shiweizhai.

A group of wizards who follow a special culinary path seal magic within top-quality dishes.

Even wizards ranked among the Morning Stars would queue up for a long time just to taste their "dragon liver and phoenix marrow".

The menu of Shiweizhai is never made public; only members can see the preview of the next season, and the preview itself is often a priceless and rare material.

The Enchanting Music Hall was a paradise of desire and a den of iniquity.

Illusionist wizards, bards, the most alluring elves, the most seductive witches... Here, sound can kill, or it can save.

The Miyinfang never sells their bodies; they only sell "feelings." A single song can make someone fall into a state of bliss for a hundred years, and a single dance can make someone forget the hatred of killing their father.

The prosperity of the Eastern Region has never been simply a matter of "bustling".

Rather, it is a cruel feast where countless forces, countless rules, and countless desires intertwine, devour each other, and nourish each other on this land.

Finally, in a corner, there were also some non-human aliens, such as elves, dragons, and giants, gathered at the teleportation array.

Those places are the gathering places for these alien races. Presumably, Lori, Lina and the others left here and went to the Elven race.

Lynn stood at the edge of the teleportation plaza, his gaze slowly sweeping over the flashing nameplates and the figures coming and going.

He finally understood what west Ye meant by "the prosperity of the Eastern Region far surpasses that of the Southern Region".

"Over there is our Natural God Dynasty's ultra-long-distance teleportation array... Let's go!"

With a urging from west Ye, Lynn led the group toward a long-distance teleportation array marked with the inscription of the Natural God Dynasty...

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The Eastern Region, the Natural Divine Dynasty.

This is a paradise for nature wizards.

The entire territory is covered by endless primeval forests, ever-blooming seas of flowers, and revitalized ancient trees, and the air is always filled with the fragrance of grass and trees.

There is no withering here, only eternal growth and reincarnation.

Sunlight filters through the layers of tree canopy, dappling the moss and vines, even the shadows are tinged with green.

The nature wizards of the Radiant Moon level live in seclusion in the heart of the oldest ancient tree; the Morning Star wizards have built the "Ring of Life" deep in the forest, a series of aerial gardens woven from living vines and giant trees, suspended among the clouds, like giant emerald rings, encircling the core of the divine dynasty.

The naturalistic temples are quite different from traditional shamanistic communities.

Its area is so large it's almost exaggerated; the entire territory is divided into five major regions.

At the center lies the oldest tree, its canopy blocking out the sun and its roots penetrating deep into the earth. Legend has it that it was the first seed of the natural god's dynasty.

The remaining four regions belong to four different lords.

The "Ring of Life" is like an unchanging circle, separating the center from the four major territories.

Within the ring, the laws of nature remain constant and cycle in an orderly manner; outside the ring, however, the territories of the four major domains are not fixed.

Just like now, the Southern Frost Territory has swallowed up most of the land of the Western Maple Domain.

The once vast Western Maple Domain is now far smaller than the other three major territories, and its population, resources, tax revenue... everything is continuously being lost.

Many of the well-established academies, noble families, hotels, and trading companies had already been forcibly "invited" to relocate by Nan Shuang.

Their taxes, their loyalty, and their power have become new nourishment for the Southern Frostlands.

In the heart of the Western Maple Domain, a massive city, heavily surrounded by maple forests, still stands.

Deep within the city walls lies the former lord's mansion.

The magnificent mansion was surrounded by numerous noble estates of the Morning Star Wizard level, each of which had once been a symbol of power and glory.

Today, most of these manors are vacant, deserted, and overgrown with vines. Only a fraction of the former Morning Star nobles remain.

Only a few manor houses still had their lights on.

Outside one of the most luxurious aristocratic estates, the Davis family crest hangs.

A dark gold emblem, woven from maple leaves and thorns, swayed slightly in the night breeze, emitting a soft, metallic clanging sound.

Although the manor was brightly lit, it couldn't conceal the air of decay and ruin. (End of Chapter)