Cultivators at the Wizarding Academy

Chapter 257 Gathering Intelligence

It's coming...

He will definitely come...

Now that they had made their move, they had to be prepared to fight back. Tai'an was already aware of this and stared intently at the continuous stream of calamity energy falling from the sky.

"Lord Tai'an, as you requested, the crowd at the branch has been dispersed. May we stay and observe?" The witch Barona bowed slightly with elegant poise, her appearance that of a woman with long, bright orange hair.

"I've said it before, those who stay will bear the risks themselves." Tai'an said, his hands behind his back.

The altar resurrection time is usually around twelve hours, and now a day has passed.

The enemy seems to be preparing something...

Tai'an dared not underestimate their opponents. Every extraordinary person possessed the means to ascend to a higher level, capable of rivaling legends in a short time, and was by no means a fish to be slaughtered at will.

Regarding the strength of a legendary figure, one can refer to the massive Grim Reaper.

In fact, the giant Grim Reaper is only a pseudo-legendary. Its performance is at the threshold of legend, and since it is not a creature from the material plane, it is far less threatening than a truly legendary monster.

They cannot stay for long and lack immortality.

Tai'an felt that if he were in his current state, he might be able to gradually break down the giant Grim Reaper by employing attrition tactics.

"Ancient deities, show me your ascension..." he muttered to himself.

A long-lost sense of passion and anticipation burned within my chest.

"I'm back! Hahaha..." A burst of wild laughter echoed from a thousand meters in the sky.

Learning from the previous experience, this time we created enough distance to gain more reaction time.

In addition, he ingested a large amount of soul fragments that had been placed in a golden container beforehand, and used a secret method to undergo a soul transformation.

The Death Transcender returns to his peak condition.

"This era belongs to me!"

With the expansion of their territory and the takeover of ownership of the Mage Tower, their strength has more than doubled.

A soul that has been tempered over a long period of time ascends to heights it never imagined before.

The moment the domain was fully expanded, Lancer felt incredibly powerful.

Indeed, as long as one continues to live and hone one's mental strength, there is hope for continuous progress.

Until they fully enter the legendary realm and become gods who dominate the material plane.

"All things in the world will eventually perish, but I transcend death."

The moment he finished speaking his lines, his consciousness plunged into darkness once again.

I could vaguely sense a fleeting figure within the area.

What exactly is it?

A strange sense of dread arose in Lancer's heart, and he vaguely sensed a fleeting glimpse of gold.

It was so fast that it almost exceeded the limits of his reaction time.

Damn!

I'm over a thousand meters above the ground!

Upon his third resurrection, Lancer sat up in terror from the mud pool.

Their strength has increased significantly, and I thought they would have room to maneuver, but the result was even more unbelievable, revealing the gap between them.

How strong is he!

Is it possible to tear open a domain in an instant?

Within the area, it is impossible to use shadow movement and teleportation.

That guy's all about speed!

Lancer realized he had been too careless and should have gathered intelligence on his opponent before engaging in a symmetrical battle!

"Next time, as soon as I find a target, I'll immediately upgrade it," Lancer thought to himself, his resolve hardening.

Being instantly defeated twice in a row is more than just a matter of losing face. It's an unprecedented humiliation!

"I will never let you go; I'll kill you at least twenty times!"

……

The incident involving the underground ruins of the Wizarding Academy has come to an end.

The biggest gain was the various books brought out from the library on the ninth underground floor. In many people's eyes, these were more valuable than adamantite and mithril.

The first eight floors were practically devoid of any real value; the warehouses were mostly empty scraps. Gold was scarce, but ordinary silver was plentiful. However, no one wanted to put it into their spatial storage, taking up valuable space. The silver wasn't even worth as much as a single inscribed brick. At least the latter had some collectible value.

Although the higher-ups did not order a news blackout regarding the duel between the gods, few people still knew about it.

The reason might be that the process was too rushed and too short.

Both battles ended in an instant, proving that the divine being Lancer was utterly insignificant in the face of the divine being Taian.

An outdated relic, its strength may have been severely diminished.

One is a rising star of tomorrow, the strongest of the era.

North of the city, the Adventurer's Tavern.

It was late at night, and life was noisy.

The tavern was brightly lit by dazzling magical lights, as if it were daytime. One could clearly see the lines on the palms of hands.

"The world is so advanced now..." Lancer absentmindedly ordered a bottle of ordinary ale.

Its crisp taste is comparable to the royal wines of the Mordor dynasty. Ordinary people can enjoy white bread and roast meat anytime. Every roadside shop sells various inscribed items. One listens casually to the evening news on the radio.

He suddenly remembered the purpose of his visit and, drunkenly, shouted, "Whoever can answer my question will be rewarded with a silver dollar!"

After calling several times, a freckled boy timidly approached: "Sir, is there anything you'd like to ask...?"

"Hmm..." Lancer pondered for a few seconds, "I want to know, who is the strongest?"

This topic immediately piqued the interest of those around them, drawing curious glances.

"It was hard to say before, but now, if I say I'm a legendary figure from the Blue Rose family, no one should have any objections," the boy replied in a clear voice as he took the silver coin.

"Oh!" Lancer swirled his glass with interest. "What are his achievements?"

"The Blue Rose family's divine being single-handedly reversed the outcome of the demon invasion war and defeated the powerful Abyss Lord." The boy's expression was filled with longing.

Most ordinary people only know that the gods participated in the interdimensional war that led to the demon invasion. Perhaps there are also some scattered rumors about the Night Whisper Hotel that are related to it.

As for the Orc Crisis and the Giant Reaper Incident, these have not yet been made public. One will not gain knowledge or contact with them unless they reach a certain level.

"Very good!" Lancer rewarded the boy with a silver coin.

The boy took it with both hands, his brow furrowing slightly. "Uncle, are you a foreigner?"

Lancer didn't explain: "I'll ask you a few more questions, and if you answer them correctly, I'll give you another coin as a reward."

"Go ahead and ask!" the boy said, mentally preparing himself.

"The Dark Ages, approximately how many years ago was that?" Lancer asked, holding a silver coin between his middle and index fingers.

"Four thousand four hundred and seventy-one years have passed since the end of the Dark Ages," the boy answered clearly and without error.

Lancer was silent for a few seconds: "How long did the Dark Age last?"

"Some say it's 20,000 years, some say it's 30,000 years..." The boy caught the silver coin that was tossed to him and discovered that it was a version issued by the Violet Kingdom. His face lit up with joy.

Two silver dollars are roughly equivalent to a month's wages for an average person; I'm really lucky today.

The onlookers couldn't help but feel envious.

A portly, bald man with a brown beard staggered forward, drunk: "Sir, if you have any questions, feel free to ask me."

(End of this chapter)