What's wrong with me, a mage, loving to farm?

"Star Spirits".

"Sigh, if the sage hadn't used the knowledge of the little man in the bottle, that celestial spirit probably wouldn't have sensed it."

Miya of the Ring of Radiance sighed softly: "The knowledge of the little man in the bottle belongs to the Creator, the terrifying power that created life. The Star Spirits will certainly not allow such knowledge to leak out."

"Then why give it to me? You wouldn't be trying to harm me, would you?" Kroya weighed the book in his hand; it was indeed very heavy, probably weighing over a hundred tons. If he weren't a legend, it would be quite difficult for him to lift it.

"Won't."

"Because you are a Protoss."

"Oh." Chloe remained calm. What was there to be unsettled about now? The stimulation he had just experienced was more than enough.

All he wants to know right now is...

Is there any hope for Sage Miya?

"I don't believe that Ilister would deliberately let Sage Miya take out this book and then be killed by the Protoss. She must have some other way of doing it."

The voice just fell.

Then a loud "bang" came from the side.

Space seemed to shatter like glass, and Ilister walked out, her face full of anger and a gloomy expression, her body still shrouded in the lingering spatial storm: "I do have some ideas."

The legendary mage's face showed anger and the gloom of a failed plot, but no sorrow at the loss of her "mother"—which clearly indicated that she was certain her mother would not die.

"The Protoss prisons aren't actually a bad thing."

"Those who are imprisoned by the Protoss will not die. To be precise, the Protoss will ensure that they live and suffer eternal punishment from the prison."

"My life force cannot sustain my mother's survival for long. This is the only way, the only way to ensure her survival and to ensure I have time to find a way to save her."

After listening to her, Kroya frowned: "You and I just witnessed the Protoss's power. Can it truly retrieve those imprisoned from His prison?"

He frankly said, "I don't think so, at least it's very difficult right now."

Illist patted his shoulder, her voice tinged with weariness: "So I'll buy you time. You continue with your work, acquire more laws, and at least nothing will happen on the Astral Council's territory."

"We always have enough time."

"Don't rush."

At this moment, Miya of the Radiant Ring suddenly spoke up: "You have something urgent to attend to. Your gestation was unsuccessful, which means that it is almost impossible for you to advance."

"If you want to protect Kroya from the wind and rain, you have to mature first."

"It is about to complete what you have never fully conceived."

He looked at the book in Chloe's hand, "If I'm not mistaken, the materials needed for the man in the bottle will probably have to be obtained from the gods."

"So I still have to read this book."

"I really don't want to watch it."

Chloe pursed her lips and slowly opened the book.

Countless characters immediately flew out from within, rushing into his mind and completely merging into his mental energy.

He understood the knowledge in the book.

There is alchemy involving "people in bottles," which is the true means of creating life and was stolen from the celestials, or rather, from the Creator.

To be fair...

It's very complicated.

It was the most complex he had ever seen in his life.

But after he finished reading it, his expression changed, and he didn't keep him in suspense: "Life cannot come out of thin air; the power of the little man in the bottle requires not only an extremely powerful energy source."

He glanced at Miya, then continued, "We also need the Life Stream of the Ether Realm—a special power that exists deep within the Ether Realm and can only flow from a human body."

"That is, etheric cleavage disease."

The monk looked down at the mark on his arm.

"So I have serious doubts about why so many people are suddenly getting this Ether Rift Disease, and whether it has anything to do with the method of making the little man in the bottle."

—This doesn't mean that Sage Miya has a problem, but rather that someone wants to mass-produce miniatures in bottles, since there is one miniature in a bottle right in front of us.

Her talent and abilities are terrifying.

"You mean you suspect someone is manipulating the mass production of the bottle-shaped figures?" Ilister shook her head. "That's impossible. It's now known that the entire Astral Realm contains chains of laws left behind by the Emperor and the Council Chairman."

"Even I am subject to the Speaker of Parliament's constraints."

"Our lives are ultimately incomplete."

Kroya, however, objected: "I hope you can investigate. I will continue collecting the fragments of the Ark on the Zemurian continent to help my teacher complete his transformation."

"Alright." Illist nodded. "Then I'll be leaving now. Feel free to come find me if you need anything."

"Um."

After watching Ilister leave, Kroya looked at Mia: "Teacher, I will continue to collect the fragments of the Ark from the various gods on the Zemurian continent—you must complete your transformation and remove your shackles."

"Only in this way can I feel safe."

Even he had to admit that the pressure from the Celestial Spirits was immense. Only if his teacher underwent further transformation could he possibly deal with such a terrifying being.

Furthermore, the completion of the transformation of the Ring of Radiance can improve Iris's imperfections.

But Mia looked at Chloe, her platinum eyes misty: "There's something you haven't made clear. Is there something wrong with the knowledge of the little man in the bottle that you can't tell Iris?"

When facing Mia, Kroya did not hide anything.

"That's right."

"The man in the bottle is a product of alchemy. It can be continuously improved, you know... The more streams there are, the more likely it is to create something close to greatness."

Miya shook her head: "Now this knowledge is in your hands. As long as you can control yourself, there won't be any problems. As for Ilister, she won't do that."

He moved closer to Kroa and gently placed a kiss on the latter's forehead: "No need to worry, you are already a legend, and with my help and the help of the illusory gods, this incident was an accident."

"Didn't you come to the Zemuria continent to rest?"

"Just go and beat up a few gods, rest a bit, and find the fragments along the way."

It was said so lightly, but Kroya was really bothered by it.

Kroya sighed, "You know, although this happened very suddenly, there must be a reason why the Sage chose to appear at this time. Otherwise, with her help, could Eurydice really destroy the Earth Mother?"

"So what?" Miya retorted. "We've seen far too much, it doesn't matter—you should be familiar with the legendary concept of time, measured in centuries or even millennia."

"All right."

"You've convinced me, but I hope you can think more rationally—you must be just as sad about Sage Miya's departure, but it's only temporary, believe me."

Miya smiled with relief: "Of course, I will always believe in you... Um, I still have to attend a concert with the Void God. Just summon me when you need me."

He casually drew a circular portal, stepped inside, and disappeared.

Kroa watched Him leave.

He squinted slightly.

"Should we go visit the gods? Let me think about who to start with."

"Wait, did I forget something?"

……

Within the flow of the earth's veins.

With the help of the Rainbow Sword given to her by Kroa, Beveselis easily suppressed the Netherworld Dragon that was originally difficult to deal with, and even had to hold back a bit of her strength, otherwise she might accidentally kill it.

She hadn't expected that in such a short time—a few decades? Less than a hundred years, perhaps—Kroya had become so powerful, almost like a chosen one from mythology.

"What are you thinking about?"

Just then, a figure dressed in a magic robe appeared beside her and gently beckoned to the distant Netherworld Dragon with a finger.

The platinum halo wove into a ring, which formed a cocoon that easily enveloped the entire Netherworld Dragon before landing on the mage's fair palm.

"...The Ring of Radiance".

"You... Master Kroya, that is... the Ring of Radiance, right?"

Bevesel was stunned.

"Yes." Chloe's tone was casual, the scars on his arm were quite noticeable, but what was even more noticeable was him, with a gentle smile on his face: "That was my teacher."

He used to need to keep secrets to protect himself, but what does he need now? He's powerful enough, so nothing is a problem.

Miya Kagami is his teacher.

It's right here with him.

Who would dare to come and steal it?

He held the small ball containing the Netherworld Dragon in his hand, and glanced around slightly. The legends and dragons were all watching him, staring at the small ball in his hand.

"Gentlemen."

"My name is Chloe."

"I hope you will remember me—the northern border of the Kingdom of Norland is my territory, and all the mages, knights, and everything else there are under my command."

He smiled slightly at the legends around him, looked at the Netherworld Dragon in his hand, and gently flicked the dragon with his finger.

A white and blue silk thread extends out, gradually expanding as it extends, eventually becoming a flowing vein of earth.

"The ley lines are really troublesome."

"Why did this have to happen on my vacation?"

"You absolutely have to make it up to me."

Kroa murmured to herself as she looked at the sky, her magic flowing freely. Using the Netherworld Dragon as a tool, she began to rebuild the ley lines, suppressing them with the power of the Rainbow Poem. The process was easy.

He deeply sympathized with the scars of the earth.

The agony of the cracks in the earth's veins echoed within his fissures.

He didn't even need to do anything deliberately to know exactly where to repair and where to improve; the whole earth resonated in his mind.

In this process, he inevitably sensed the authority that the Earth Mother Goddess once controlled, a special law bestowed upon her by the generous "world consciousness".

All things grow, plants sprout, and even die, all under the control of these laws and divine authority. If the earth's veins are incomplete, these powers may not even be able to function.

The dead will linger in the mortal world, and all the wronged souls will escape the pursuit of the underworld goddess Kreha, causing a great deal of trouble.

He could even sense the many souls who had died in the war but were left here by the earth, sleeping in the embrace of the earth and resting in the jewel-carved water lilies.

Among them were some people he knew.

—The inevitable casualties of the "epic" unleashed by William.

Of course, he had his reasons too.

"I didn't expect that the Earth Mother Goddess was still holding you captive."

"Hmm...that's fine."

As Chloe banished the doorbird's quill, she released the souls, sheltering them with her own sunlight as they journeyed to the world of the living, and wrote:

"The benevolent monk discovered the soul hidden deep within the earth."

"Those souls who cannot say goodbye to their families, cannot leave, and cannot find peace."

"So he gave these souls a choice—go, go to the world of the living, with the badge formed from my light, and before the sun sets, before the earth is stable, the world of the living is also your home."

"After this eternal farewell, the goddess of the underworld will open the gates for you, allowing you to continue into the embrace of the rainbow light and embark on another journey."

As he wrote this, the World Consciousness appeared helplessly beside him, and a gentle breeze blew into Kroya's ears: "I want to give you the laws of the earth as a price, but the dead should not linger in the world of the living."

Kroya didn't stop, her tone calm: "But I think, and I will protect those souls, and I will stop them, and I'm even willing to give a reward to every one of the fallen who died because of me."

The deceased are gone, but the living must go on living.

Those sun badges are my talismans for them, and also my request of you, my friend... I don't want anyone to bully their families.

Otherwise I'll be very angry.

"..."

I was actually threatened!

The world consciousness was almost speechless at Kroya's words, but it was still willing to do as he said, because if it weren't for the epic of destroying the gods that Kroya had started, those damned gods would still be living on.

So it gladly accepted: "Of course, all those who receive your badge will receive my protection, and life will no longer be cruel to them."

"That's good."

Kroya released the quill and slammed the book shut. "Who would you like me to visit next, or rather, who has enough Ark fragments?"

"Goddess of Wisdom".

"He is under divine protection..."

Before the world consciousness could finish speaking, Kroya had already left, taking his good friend with him and entrusting it with all the finishing work at the Yavana Holy Mine.

"..."

"It feels like you've become a completely different person."

The world consciousness couldn't help but mutter a few words, but it was somewhat dazed. It didn't really want Kroya to leave, as if it was only when it was by Kroya's side that it truly existed.

It decided that once everything here was completely resolved, it would continue exploring with Kroya. Perhaps its world would reveal some other colors? (End of Chapter)