Wizards: Starting with Synthetic Gems

Chapter 593 Entering the Abyss, Level 78: The Abyss of a Thousand Eyes!

After leaving Rex's Alchemy Workshop, Locke took the Dragon-Holding Peach Wand and headed straight for the Feathered Serpent Pavilion.

Locke went to the third floor of the Feathered Serpent Pavilion, to the potion room he had rented. A month ago, the green dragon half-dragon shopkeeper had given him a bunch of recommendations, from which he selected three wizards at the first crystallization stage. These wizards were mostly from small to medium-sized wizarding organizations near Mount Golden Crown.

Locke entered the potion room, and the three wizards paused for a moment before nodding to Locke, their employer.

Locke asked, "Everyone, how are the three phases of the Tyrant's Eye experiment going?"

The three wizards were 150 years old, and the other two were 300 years old.

Basically, the ages of wizards of different ranks in different wizarding organizations are similar.

Because the requirements for small organizations in Yunze Wetland cannot be as high as those of the seven top wizard organizations, but there are still age requirements for wizards.

Therefore, the ages of these first-stage crystallization processes can be traced.

Moreover, although wizards from these small and medium-sized wizarding organizations do not have a "promotion or dismissal" system, they do have a "promotion or reassignment" system, and with the increasing number of wizards from outside the Three Swamps, these small and medium-sized organizations have recently started to have a "promotion or dismissal" system as well.

In short, it's getting curlier and curlier.

These three people came from the Seven-Colored Nursery, Shanks' Thatched Cottage, and the Black Market Crucible, respectively.

Seven-Colored Nursery is a small to medium-sized wizard organization mainly composed of breeders. Its main research focuses on nutrient soil science within breeding, specializing in the study of various types of nutrient soil, and providing services to some wizards of Golden Crown Mountain.

Therefore, this wizard from the Seven-Colored Nursery, who was in the first stage of crystallization, usually tried to please her.

Shanks's Cottage and the Black Market Cauldron are both small potion-making wizarding organizations, without a single second-circle wizard in them. They all make a living by researching a small subfield of potion-making.

They were all wizard mentors, but wizard mentors from small towns couldn't stand up straight when facing researchers from Golden Crown Mountain.

Because they only enjoy the equivalent of wizard mentors within their respective wizarding organizations, rather than being true wizard mentors recognized by the White Wizarding Association.

Moreover, all three of them knew just how difficult it would be to enter Golden Crown Mountain.

Half a month ago, with the help of the three and Locke's generous spending, the Tyrant's Eye potion was finally developed and improved.

Then, after spending a lot of magic stones, we finally completed the third phase of the experiment today.

Before him stood a group of third-class wizard apprentices conducting the third phase of drug experiments. They were basically students recruited from their respective academies by the three wizards he had hired.

Leon Edwards from the Seven-Colored Nursery said to Locke, "Boss, all the experiments are complete. We gave these apprentices diluted Tyrant's Eye potion, and the control group experiment proved the effects of Tyrant's Eye and its related side effects. Except for the long-term outcome experiment, which we didn't have time to do, all the other experiments are complete."

"The Tyrant's Eye potion is already quite perfect."

Locke picked up a cylindrical, ordinary potion bottle from the table in the middle of the potion room. He didn't greet the wizard apprentices, since the three phases of experiments and a lot of tedious work were done by the three wizards he had hired.

I had barely seen those apprentices.

"Let these apprentices leave." Locke finished reading the documents and picked up the potion. "Finally finished."

The spell-fighting tournament is about to begin, and I desperately need the Tyrant's Eye potion to raise my spell pressure to 9999. This is my only chance.

Fortunately, with my own efforts and the investment of 1.5 million magic stones, I was able to finish the potion within a month, just before the competition.

Under the direction of the three wizard employees, the wizard apprentices quickly left the potions room.

The wizards organized by the three junior wizards, although all of them were first-ring crystallized wizards, looked at Locke with respect, naturally feeling that they were inferior to Locke.

Look at those wizards from Mount Golden Crown. With a single move, they can create a million-dollar self-developed project, using money to turn a project into a finished product within a month.

The scariest thing is that he can actually buy it with money.

Most people can't get it even if you throw money at them.

The three wizards from the Minor Wizarding Organization, Leon Edwards, Cassius, and Upton, exchanged glances.

When they were first hired, they discovered that their employer wanted them to create the Tyrant's Eye potion within a month and improve the formula to reduce its pharmacological toxicity. At first, they thought their employer had gone mad.

Another wizard with so much money he doesn't know where to go to madness.

There are far too many wizards like this in Yunze Wetland.

Too many wizards are driven mad by performance targets.

They had encountered employers before who, once they had a little money, thought they could do whatever they wanted. They often wasted money and time, creating a mess instead, and might even be blamed for being all talk and no action, saying they would have been better off partnering with the potion makers from the shop alliance from the start.

But Locke actually completed the formula improvement in just half a month, and the accuracy rate was terrifyingly high.

As a result, they followed Locke and only did a lot of trivial details and provided proficient process experience.

Is this the level of a senior researcher at Jinmian Mountain?

Golden Crown Mountain truly lives up to its reputation as the pinnacle of academic achievement in the Three Swamps Land; it truly represents the level of magic in their Cloud Swamp Wetlands.

Locke took out a syringe, drew out the potion, and then injected it directly into his veins.

The three wizards' expressions changed slightly upon seeing this.

Although the potion itself is not the problem, that is only under theoretical conditions. After all, the physical strength required to use the potion is extremely high, and a very strong resistance to abyssal energy is also needed.

If an ordinary wizard wants to take it, it is best to keep a lot of antidotes on hand, or even a blood filtration and separation device, so that if the potion is too strong and the body cannot withstand it, the potion components in the blood can be filtered out.

The fact that Locke took it directly caught the three of them off guard.

Before the three could even speak, Locke's magical pressure surged instantly.

Locke's forehead automatically revealed a three-eyed tiger-eye cat-colored innate magic eye, which swirled and swept over the three wizards at the first stage of crystallization.

In an instant, the three wizards at the first stage of crystallization felt as if they were in an ice cellar.

At the same time, they felt the magical pressure emanating from Locke constantly increasing, a heavy pressure appearing on their shoulders, on their backs, on the backs of their heads, and in every part of their bodies.

With each passing second, the magical pressure emanating from Locke increased, becoming so violent that a terrifying spiritual force formed an eye behind him.

The eyes of the Eye Demon.

Those are the eyes of the Tyrant Beholder. The Tyrant Beholder also has many tentacles, and even a small beholder crown at the top of its eyeballs.

The Tyrant Eye Demon is a high-ranking lord in the Abyss Plane.

They are only one step away from becoming the demon lords who rule a plane!
In the Abyss Plane, smaller planes may be controlled by only one Demon Grand Duke, while larger planes may be controlled by many Demon Grand Dukes.

If it's a large-scale world plane, then it's possible that the Abyss Prince and the Demon Prince will directly take control.

They are now able to represent the will of the abyss.

The tyrant's bewitching spirit surged outwards like a tidal wave, forcing the three wizards to rely on their respective permanent defensive fields: [Bamboo Sea Sword Formation], [Mercury Mirror Shield], and [Emerald Mist], to protect themselves. Leon Edwards, surrounded by bamboo swords protecting his body, exclaimed, "How can the boss's demonic pressure exert such a powerful suppression on us!"

"They're all wizards of the same caliber."

Cassius, who came from Shanks' thatched cottage, was pale-faced and quickly took out a potion to restore his condition and drank it. "The boss has very powerful abyssal energy, which seems to resonate with the Eye of the Tyrant potion. However, the potion itself was designed by the boss, and he is actually the one who knows the specific hidden effects best."

"It is the demonic pressure behind the resonance that has created such a terrifying demonic pressure on us."

A small, flowing, mercury-like shield materialized on Cassius's chest, seemingly possessing a special power that blocked the magical pressure released by Locke.

Another potion master, who came from the black market cauldrons, muttered to himself, "Is this the difference between Golden Crown Mountain and people like us?"

He was surrounded by an emerald-colored mist to prevent his body from being impacted by the magical pressure emanating from Locke.

"We are wizards who have just entered the first-ring crystallization stage. Whether we can become second-ring wizards in the future depends on luck. And that's a hundred years from now. But I think the boss is already trying to break through to the second ring. Although we are all wizards in the first-ring crystallization stage, we are from different worlds."

The wizard said, "I'm convinced. The wizards of Golden Crown Mountain are indeed completely different from those of the wizards in my Black Market Cauldron."

Leon Edwards glanced at him but said nothing.

He was different from the two wizards who came from small wizarding organizations without second-circle wizards; the Seven Colors Nursery, where he belonged, was a small to medium-sized wizarding organization.

Therefore, there are second-circle wizards.

There was even a Star Ring Wizard!
Currently, the Seven Colors Nursery is hoping to produce more Star Ring Wizards and formal wizards, and then increase the number of students and the annual output of journals and articles to reach a medium-sized organization, and eventually have a Sun Ring Wizard!
Therefore, the gap between Leon Edwards and Locke is not that big yet, and he also plans to try to become a second-circle wizard within the next fifty years.

He always harbored the idea of ​​comparing Locke to himself, not out of a desire for a challenge.

Instead, they wanted to learn.

At this moment, sensing the terrifying spirituality emanating from Locke—a spirituality that seemed to threaten the destruction of the world, the freezing of time, and the withering of all things—a bitter smile appeared on his face. "You really can't compare people. No wonder he could become a first-ring crystallization stage wizard at the age of 22."

"Although I am more than a hundred years older than him, his current accumulation is even more profound than mine."

The next moment, Leon Edwards' eyes hardened. "But the path to truth isn't about who's younger or who levels up faster. Once you become a second-circle wizard, the road ahead is clear. I will work hard to accumulate the wealth needed to advance to second-circle wizard."

At that moment, Locke was momentarily lost in a hallucination. His body automatically activated two types of Myster power through the five-headed serpent demon plant, protecting him.

Meanwhile, Locke seemed to have arrived at the foot of a blood-red sky filled with eyes, where the ground was a vast ocean.

A sea of ​​silver tears.

Those eyes in the blood-red sky, some of them are shedding tears.

At the same time, many eye demons also float in this world.

Ordinary Eye Demon, Eye Demon Lord, Eye Demon Elder, Eye Demon Tyrant...

'Where is this?' Locke looked up at the sky, at what seemed to be the location of a crack, where he saw a dark and deep abyss river at the intersection of countless eyes and blood-red matter.

This river comes from the bottomless darkness and goes back to the bottomless darkness.

Countless rivers converged, a vast number of demon eggs surged within them, and countless demon larvae were cast into this abyssal plane.

They fell into that silver sea of ​​tears.

Then, a miracle occurred. Nine out of ten of the abyssal demon larvae died after falling into the sea of ​​tears, but one out of ten abyssal larvae gradually transformed into ordinary eye demons.

Upon witnessing this scene, Locke finally confirmed that after taking the Tyrant's Eye Potion, the potion clashed violently with his own spirituality, triggering a chain reaction that brought his mind to this mysterious place.

"So, the Abyss Demon Larva can transform into various Abyss Demons?" Locke scanned his surroundings. "The larvae in the Abyss River are a basic state of Abyss power, a primordial state of energy life. The power of different planes of the Endless Abyss can empower them individually, so the Abyss Demon Larva will develop into different Abyss Demon forms."

"But why did I end up here after drinking the Tyrant's Eye potion? It's different from the original version of the Tyrant's Eye."

Locke sensed something and turned to look behind him, only to see a terrifying Tyrant King behind him, as tall as a mountain, wearing a crown of eye-demon kings on its head.

He was followed by many ordinary eye demons, eye demon elders, and eye demon lords.

He looked every bit the powerful leader.

The Tyrant Beholder's eyes flashed with excitement upon seeing the spirit Locke projected into this plane. "Thank you for the gift from the Demon Grand Duke, the Supreme Beholder. Thank you for using your supreme power to summon this soul, which has a deep connection with our plane. Hahaha, once I possess your body, you will become a natural exit from the Abyss plane."

"You dare to taint the abyss energy? Abyss energy is the essence of our world's power. Unlike other worlds, the world power of our abyss is abyss energy, only with a different degree of purity!"

The Tyrant Eye Demon lunged forward, attempting to devour Locke's spirituality directly.

Locke looked around and sure enough, he saw a gaze that summoned his spirit.

He closed his eyes and seemed to see an unparalleled demonic being drawn by the spiritual power of the Tyrant's Eye potion he had ingested. Its enormous body, comparable to a plane of existence, left a deep impression on him.

Locke quickly removed the Angel's Tear artifact from his left wrist, but even after removing it, he did not sense any malice from the other party.

It seems to be a detached, unambitious, and purely observational attitude.

Locke frowned as he looked at the Tyrant Eye Demon charging towards him. "This is very likely the 78th layer of the Abyss Plane, the Abyss of a Thousand Eyes. During the Wizard Wars, the rear of the Abyss was rarely attacked."

"Unexpectedly, after taking the Tyrant's Eye potion, due to the chain reaction caused by the circulation of abyssal energy within my body, I was summoned here by a second-ring Eye Demon. The other party does not seem to be an ordinary second-ring, but is likely a lunar ring, or even a solar ring, second-ring. But he doesn't seem to be hostile towards me."

Why did he summon me here?

Locke looked toward the Thousand-Eyed Abyss, the 78th plane, where countless eye demons were devouring each other in order to evolve.

As Locke saw the Tyrant Eye Demon rapidly approaching him, he instinctively activated the Permanent Defense Field and the Mist Force. The two collided instantly, like thunder colliding with fire.

The sky collapsed.

Both sides were forced to retreat.

The Tyrant Eye Demon looked at Locke in disbelief: "Although we are both at the first stage, how can a mere human wizard contend with the power of a high-ranking Abyss Lord like me at the first stage?! How is that possible!"

After retreating, Locke summoned a Tyrant Sea Gold Sand composed of spiritual energy, unleashing the Tyrant Domain to suppress the three-headed demon lords that approached him and suppress their power.

"Abyssal creatures rely on mutual devouring to break through the limits of their racial souls. It is the nature of abyssal creatures... and it is also the way that the abyss, a symbol of chaos, can break through its limits. As for me devouring Eye Demon Potions of various levels, the Eye Demon Potions themselves require some abyssal creature materials, which is essentially similar to the way abyssal creatures evolve."

"Or rather, allowing mutual devouring is itself the world law of the abyss."

"My connection with the abyssal power of the Eye Demon lineage is so deep that the Supreme Eye Demon was able to lock onto my location and take control of my consciousness through the spirituality of the Tyrant's Eye Potion I took."

"The danger of taking the Abyss Potion is indeed very high. This phenomenon only occurs under my special circumstances, when I take the Tyrant's Eye Potion. Therefore, this phenomenon has never occurred even once in the three phases of experiments I conducted before."

Locke gradually understood what had happened.

(End of this chapter)