Wizards: Starting with Synthetic Gems

Chapter 646 Archaeological Origins of Wizards Seventy Thousand Years Ago: A Wish and Five Questions about Great Magic!
The seven wizards of the Rose Council are casting various spells to open a gap in the ground of the maze of the tomb city. They stabilized the gap with a cluster of roses and used a special incantation to make the roses spread underground and reach into the distance.

The flower language master Kenneth Evans had a relaxed expression on his face, but in the next instant, a huge magical tide erupted from the city center in the distance, with a large amount of abyssal energy mixed with the magical tide.

The magical winds converged towards the city center like a devastating tide.

Flower language interpreter Kenneth Evans's expression changed drastically. "What happened?"

The next moment, a wave swept over the seven flower language masters of the Rose Council. The female flower language master, Sueira Sharp, took out a magical bouquet full of baby's breath from her astral ring, seemingly trying to stop the echoes that were covering them, but it had no effect at all.

Seven people, along with the entire region, were all drawn into the past.

Meanwhile, on the other side, the outsourced wizarding team of Storm Tower, the wizards of the Thunder Demon Society, were also caught off guard by the sudden change and were helplessly blown into the Echo by this massive magical wind.

"What happened? What's wrong with this city? Our objective is to reach the main hall of the central catacombs as quickly as possible. We must escape this spell!"

"Dean, we can't escape... what kind of magic is this...?"

"What exactly did those intruders do?"

The entire Thunder Demon Society was sent back to the past.

Meanwhile, on the surface of the Abyss River, the entire city was enveloped in a massive magical model.

At the very heart of the shock, Locke soon discovered that he was gradually losing control of his Sovereign Book.

Not just myself, but everyone else is the same.

The witch Shirley said, "Someone is manipulating my Sovereign's Book!"

Warwick Wizard said, "It is an archaeological magic that is above us, more primitive and ancient than our spell models. Although crude, it is somehow so simple and effective."

McKinley, the wizard, said with a grim expression, "This is a model of a spell set up by the archaeological wizard, the Origin Wizard. It's just waiting for us to turn the small statue and capture the moment of echo using historical reenactment before it can be cast."

“We stand on the shoulders of giants of later civilizations, while he stood on the very source of archaeology. His spell models may be outdated, but they are simple and effective enough. They may still be spell models he devised in his youth.”

At this moment, the four books of the sect master flew into the air, came together, and kept turning their pages automatically.

At the same time, the entire city seemed to regain its youth, the faded colors blooming on the city, and the city that had lost its vitality suddenly returned to its most vibrant era when it was first established.

The streets and alleys were packed with people.

Locke looked at the pedestrians on the street and immediately used archaeology magic to record them.

Their clothing, language, and even their expressions were all recorded.

The pedestrians were whispering among themselves.

"Have you heard? That king is going to be re-ascended to the throne in this city, even though it's not the capital of the [Heliotos Royal Court]."

"It is said that the king is going to re-ascend the throne in her homeland to repay Princess Weaving's loyalty."

"After the king ascends the throne again... will things be alright? Will the land produce crops? Will the livestock continue to reproduce? We humans have been here for thirteen years, and there have been almost no pure-blooded human newborns."

"The king's ascension to the throne should end the apocalypse..."

Locke looked up and saw that the sun in the sky was dim and very faint, and the whole world was very cold.

Warwick the Wizard chuckled, “Don’t be surprised. According to multiple sources of information from archaeologists, the wizarding world was in a period of low temperature during the Age of Stars. It is said that during this period, both the temperature and the duration of daylight became shorter.”

"The sun is dim and without light. Grain production has dropped drastically, and the population of our wizard civilization has decreased rather than increased during this period."

"However, I really don't know about their claim that not a single pure-blooded human has been born in the past thirteen years. Also, has there been a famine here?"

Locke was about to reply when a clear voice rang out. "Hmm, don't people of later generations know about the thirteen-year catastrophe?"

Warwick, Shirley the Witch, McKinley the Wizard, and Locke all became alert.

A wizard dressed in a black robe with a skull belt around his waist stood with his back to them. He reached out and touched the four books of the sect leader that were in mid-air, and began to flip through them and read their contents.

"Judging from your reactions, you probably don't know."

"I thought such a tragedy would surely be recorded in history. But I think I underestimated human nature. It seems that some people think it doesn't matter if such a disgraceful thing is not recorded."

"Therefore, its existence was erased. But I have to admire my own intelligence; I foresaw this long ago. That's why the world needs us archaeologists to record its past!"

"The glorious ones, and the dishonorable ones."

McKinley asked warily, "Who are you?"

The man turned around, revealing the pale face of a young boy, a face devoid of any color.

He looked very tall.

Her limbs were extremely slender, and her frame was rather small.

Locke looked at him and asked, "Grandmaster, you actually deigned to show yourself?"

The young wizard gave a bright smile. "Locke Augustine, thank you for that title, it certainly pleases me."

"However, you don't need to worry about me. According to historical calculations, my appearance will soon be discarded by my true self."

"Therefore, this is an insignificant matter. In fact, the spell that temporarily usurped your sect master's book was a spell I devised when I was eighteen years old. I was initially worried that it might not succeed, but it did."

"This spell is called: Historical Boundary Marker Spell. In this way, I can manipulate this past and tell you what the real past was like to the greatest extent possible. Otherwise, your magic will always have errors in accuracy."

"Moreover, there are some terrifying beings in this past. If you cast your own magic, you may not be able to reflect them, but if I manipulate it, I can show you their reflections."

The four of them looked at each other.

Hearing the other party admit it, Locke and the others were still somewhat incredulous. They never expected that such a powerful wizard would appear before them.

The origin of all archaeological shamans.

Is the other person still alive?
Where is the other party now?

If the other person is still alive, what level wizard would he be?
Locke thought to himself, 'How unfathomable!'

Wizard McKinley vehemently denied it, saying, "Impossible. You're lying. The Book of Sovereigns is a recent magical innovation. How could your ancient memories possibly have foreseen the existence of the Book of Sovereigns!"

"This is impossible!"

The young wizard's face immediately darkened. He glanced at McKinley with a gloomy expression and raised a finger. "Your words are ridiculous. How do you know that I, seventy thousand years ago, didn't know that archaeological magic would evolve into the Sovereign's Book in the future?"

Wizard McKinley's face darkened. "You knew the Book of the Sovereign would appear seventy thousand years ago? Stop spouting nonsense. Wait, seventy thousand years ago..."

Warwick confirmed, "Yes, that was around 70,000 years ago. I calculated it based on the difference between the current negative energy particle field of this world and the changes in the negative energy particle field of later generations."

"He wasn't lying about that."

"Moreover, the Origin Wizard has the ability to grasp the future development direction of the entire discipline. It is not surprising that he foresaw the appearance of the Book of the Sovereign from the very beginning. In fact, if he were still alive, the Book of the Sovereign might have been written by him."

"However... 70,000 years... I don't actually think he's still alive now."

Locke asked the young wizard directly, "So, are you still alive?"

The young wizard laughed. "Augustin, you're certainly direct. But I truly didn't know that this was merely a mark of my past. At this moment, I only know the past, not the future, and certainly not the present."

“You cannot get any information about me from me.”

The four exchanged glances, and had no choice but to believe it for the time being.

Meanwhile, the witch Shirley secretly used the History Projection spell on the young wizard, wanting to record his projection.

But the witch Shirley quickly shook her head slightly at Locke, indicating that he was completely blank.

The seemingly omnipotent magic of archaeology failed to record any meaningful information.

Locke pointed to the sun in the sky and asked, "Then, Grandmaster, what's the deal with that sun in the sky?"

The young wizard raised his head, looking at the sun in the sky, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes. "The sun has set, the dark sun hangs in the sky, from now on the heavens are without a master, granting wizards ten thousand years of freedom."

"The sun in the wizarding world has been so dim since long ago. Do people really think that having no master in the sky is all good?"

Locke wanted to ask more, but the young wizard snapped his fingers. "Alright, we're all archaeological wizards. If you want to know anything, just go explore this past yourself."

"Now let's talk about your own affairs. You've found traces of me once, this is me as a teenager. Therefore, each of you has the opportunity to make a wish to me that I can help you fulfill."

"Remember, it's a wish that I can fulfill using archaeological magic."

He looked surprised when he saw the four people.

The young wizard frowned. "So, you didn't enter this past to find me?"

"I thought that was your main objective."

Locke replied honestly, "We are here to find the past of the Nameless King."

The young wizard chuckled. "It was just a coincidence."

"Okay, sometimes, things just happen by accident."

Warwick's eyes gleamed with excitement. "So, the legend is true. You've truly set a difficult question for all future archaeological wizards: who are you? Any wizard who provides a clue will be rewarded."

The young wizard raised his left index finger and said, “That’s right. But remember, you must not tell any wizard this news. Once you do, you will be deprived of all rewards. Any rewards I give to any wizard will be completely out of your reach. This is my curse.”

"So if you dare to tell this news to other wizards, you will miss out on any rewards from archaeology wizards and origin wizards. You will benefit others, but only suffer yourself."

Locke asked in bewilderment, "But now, Mr. Warwick has heard about this kind of news. At least he knows the first part."

The young wizard said calmly, "That means someone leaked my information. That's normal; there are so many wizards, and all sorts of personalities among them."

"He may have had some purpose in sharing my information with some archaeological wizards and then voluntarily gave up the reward I might have given him." The young wizard snapped his fingers, and the four books of the sovereign behind him immediately emitted a blazing light. Then, the figures of Locke, the witch Shirley, the wizard Warwick, and the wizard McKinley all disappeared.

Locke found himself inside his own Sovereign Book, having been summoned into it by a spell cast by the young wizard.

'The Wizard King's Codex doesn't record this kind of spell at the first stage.' Locke remained vigilant, a wry smile playing on his lips. 'Truly worthy of being the patriarch of archaeological wizards; even without the gap of 70,000 years of civilizational accumulation, their methods are still breathtaking in the eyes of later generations.'

The young wizard looked at Locke and said, "Augustin, of these four wizards, the one I'm actually interested in... is you."

“I will not touch your secrets. After all, it is your turn to find mine. As a high-ring wizard, I must grant you juniors some privileges.”

“But… that power you possess, I truly miss. The Tower of the Black Sun… the World-Destroying Dragon… the power that destroyed everything my princess had.” The young wizard smiled. “Guardian of Nature…”

“I have never seen nature so favor a wizard. To speak with you is like speaking with a forest. Wizard Augustine, my junior, please tell me what you wish to make.”

Locke said directly, "Grandmaster, I want to become a second-circle wizard."

The young wizard laughed. "You really dare to ask. Let me ask you another wish. If I could help you become a second-circle wizard, I would have helped the princess I admired become a second-circle wizard seventy thousand years ago. At least at this time, I certainly wouldn't have that ability."

“Moreover…” the young wizard’s expression turned solemn. “A second-circle wizard who becomes a wizard through the help of others will inevitably have limited achievements. Even if I could do it, I cannot help you.”

"You'd better make some wish for knowledge, because I can only help you with my current archaeological magic system and necromancy magic system. But to be honest, my necromancy system is a complete mess, probably far inferior to the level of any necromancer in your future generations who has reached the first crystallization stage."

"So, if you make a wish related to necromancy, and I happen to have the ability to fulfill it, I will just grant it for you. But in that case, you'll be at a huge loss."

Locke pondered for a moment. "Then, ancestor, may I make a wish regarding knowledge related to ultimate magic?"

The young wizard paused, taken aback. "Wait a minute, what is ultimate magic?"

Locke quickly described the immense magic.

The young wizard, after some deduction, paused for a moment. "So that's how it is. Using extremely powerful magic to become a second-circle wizard can maximize future potential and also reduces the difficulty by at least half."

"I predict that it will be only one-third as difficult for you to become a second-circle wizard in your time."

Locke was completely dumbfounded.

He had heard countless stories of people failing to become second-circle wizards.

The young wizard laughed and said, "Do you think anyone can become a second-circle wizard in my time? If the princess I admire were in your time, according to my calculations, she would definitely become a second-circle wizard."

"As simple as drinking water and eating."

"In our time, only the most gifted can become a second-circle wizard. But in your time, even ordinary people have the opportunity to become second-circle wizards. That is the difference."

The young wizard said, "Don't underestimate my princess. In your time, she might not have been any worse than you."

“After her king died, I was the one protecting her.” The young wizard lowered his head, a trace of sadness flashing in his eyes. “But her heart can no longer feel any love.”

"My love is no less than anyone else's. I can figure out most of the secrets in this world, but I can't figure out a woman's heart."

"Sigh. Besides, I was too weak back then. If I had just a thousand more years, I wouldn't have been afraid of even the Tower of the Black Sun."

"But the princess can't wait that long."

The young wizard said, "Alright, you can make a wish related to ultimate magic. I roughly know what ultimate magic is. I have the ability to show you."

Locke was speechless. He never expected that even someone as remarkable as him would suffer heartbreak in his youth.

Locke pondered for a moment and said, "I would like to see the movement of the sun and moon 70,000 years ago. If possible, could you also show me the trajectory at the Force level?"

The young wizard looked at Locke in surprise, a hint of wariness flashing in his eyes. "Locke, from now on, you don't need to talk to me anymore."

Locke looked at the young master with a puzzled expression.

The young wizard said, “It seems your potential is greater than I initially anticipated. If you ask me, I can show you the vast amount of magical ecological knowledge you need.”

"I'll reluctantly show it to you. But whether it's right or wrong is none of my business."

All I can guarantee is that I will do my best for you!

“Your choice is right. You don’t need others to make judgments for you. You just need to use your own eyes to see the special trajectory of the sun and moon from 70,000 years ago. You are the only one among the four who noticed the key to this era.”

“Then I’ll show you. Locke, you should talk less to me, because I suspect you can glean some information about me from my words. And that information can help you find me a second time.”

The young wizard, with his hands behind his back, said, "The wizards who find me for the first time are all lucky archaeology wizards."

"If you can find my wizard a second time, you can be considered to have entered the inner circle of the archaeology field."

"I hope that we can meet again in the near future."

With a wave of his hand, the young wizard conjured a historical projection spell model. This spell model was very ancient and rudimentary, but in Locke's eyes, it was like a calligraphy master who didn't need a fine brush.

Simple spell models, yet capable of exerting tremendous power.

An ancient sky appeared before Locke.

The spiritual and primal qualities of the Sun and Moon planes of the Wizarding World appeared before Locke's eyes, and he saw the sun and moon revolving.

The young wizard said, "Consider this a small gift to you for your wise wish. Within this spell, the flow of time will be different. In one hour, it will be approximately six months in the outside world."

“Your thinking speed is different here. With so much time, it should be convenient for you to observe the sun and moon 70,000 years ago, and their impact on the plants and animals of this world.”

Locke glanced gratefully at the young wizard.

At the same time, he began to immerse himself in observing the sun and moon, and incorporated the various data and the formulas derived from them into the growth of his Peach Bow Thorn Arrow and Porcelain Moon.

He observed the influence of the moon's gravity on the reproduction of plants and animals, and that all things in the world, at a specific time of each of the six months, experience a period of rapid reproduction.

He also observed that the dim sun caused the decline of the world's biomass.

The dimming of the sun caused the moon's gravitational pull to have a more severe impact on plants and animals.

But Locke soon realized there was a problem.

That is, the structure of the sun is different from that of the moon, and the structure of the sun is not suitable for use as a great magic.

"The essence of ultimate magic lies in creating energy and ecological cycles, but the sun shines brightly and releases energy outwards at all times. This energy structure, which only gives and does not ask for anything in return, is not suitable as the energy structure of ultimate magic."

Locke produced a porcelain moon in his hand. "On the contrary, the moon can intercept the sun's light, transforming it into lunar radiance and gravitational pull, thus influencing the entire world."

"But at the same time, these plants and animals will also give something back to my moon."

Then, many fragments of dream energy transformed into small orbs of light, converging towards the moon in Locke's hand.

"Unlike the sun, which takes energy at will, the moon can recycle energy in various ways. The moon itself has insufficient energy, so it cannot only give without taking."

"The energy structure of the sun is unique and completely unsuitable as a structure for great magic."

Locke pondered, "What I've observed in the most detail so far is that the energy fragments of dream consciousness from plants and animals can be attracted by the moon's gravity and converge into the moonlight, completing an energy cycle."

"In this way, my porcelain moon completes its energy cycle. Moreover, the dimmer the sun is, the stronger the moonlight becomes."

Locke remembered this.

Of course, observing the special spiritual and force aspects of the sun is not useless for Locke's Peach Arch Thorn Arrow. Locke optimized part of the spell model of the Peach Arch Thorn Arrow, making it more powerful for him to use.

Locke released the Porcelain Moon in front of him, and at the same time summoned the Golden Palace Remnant Branch and the Little Vajra Jujube Hanging. The two transformed into peach bows and jujube arrows, and then drew their bows and shot the arrows at the Porcelain Moon.

Instantly, the porcelain moon received the sunlight, and its radiance became even brighter.

Locke said, "The moon's gravity and moonlight are essentially the reflection, diffraction, and scattering of various energies. I have already established three formulas for the reflection and diffraction of moonlight energy from sunlight..."

"At the same time, the moon's gravity can reflect, diffract, and scatter most of the energy. Sunlight can be reflected, magic potion energy can be reflected, and No. 2 Overlord Element can be reflected."

"In addition, with dream energy as a means of recycling, the more prosperous everything is, the greater the quantity of dream energy fragments will be returned."

"The more powerful this cycle becomes, the more powerful it may be. Using this as a framework, perhaps great magic can be achieved."

Locke pondered, "No, there are still three major problems to solve—"

"First, the Porcelain Moon's growth still lacks the characteristics of offensive magic. Currently, it only grazes the edge. Such an instantaneous energy burst has too low power. Using it as a powerful magic would have serious consequences."

"Second, the energy recovery efficiency of the Porcelain Moon's growth is still not high, and the dream energy fragments are not enough to support the cycle. There must be something better."

"Third, although the growth of the porcelain moon can now use the moon's gravity to regulate all things, I haven't figured out exactly what impact it has on the ecosystem. So far, it only affects all things and receives corresponding feedback. Although it's enough to create great magic and is quite decent among various ecological spells, it's not enough for me."

The young wizard and Locke had been spending six months together in this consciousness space. During these six months, they had occasionally communicated and thus became quite familiar with each other.

“Locke, I think there’s one more thing.” The young wizard hesitated for a moment, then said, “From my point of view, establishing a secondary ecosystem like the moon-all-things would inevitably lead to problems of a simple and rigid structure.”

“I suggest at least a three-level structure. Moon – something – everything – something – moon.”

“Of course, I don’t know any great magic.” The young wizard chuckled. “I was just saying.”

Locke glanced at him, and after careful consideration, nodded. "Indeed, the necessary redundancy design for the ecosystem was not taken into account."

"Redundancy is essential. It's to prevent sudden shocks."

"Without redundancy, it can only operate at the bare minimum, which is a very dangerous state."

“And I haven’t even considered the energy-locking structure issue yet,” Locke said. “That means there are still five major problems that haven’t been solved.”

The young wizard chuckled, "Not everyone will benefit from my attempts to pave the way. Locke, I'm starting to regret communicating with you for six months."

"Goodbye then."

"Remember, only when you see my archaeology wizard for the second time can you be considered to have entered the inner sanctum of archaeology."

(End of this chapter)