Wizard Immortal

Chapter 284 passed

"The greater the pressure, the greater the benefits. I hope you can hold on as long as possible."

Looking at Latina to his right, Adir remained silent, his gaze fixed ahead.

After getting used to the rhythm, he began to stride forward.

Ahead on the road, many more trainees were struggling forward, each one appearing to be under considerable pressure.

Several hours passed in the blink of an eye.

"The surrounding forces are constantly increasing."

As he walked along the road, constantly sensing the power around him, Adir muttered to himself.

As they continue forward on this path, the surrounding moon spirit power is increasing.

The enhancement was not significant, but it was real; there was a slight increase with almost every step, causing the resonance of Adir's bloodline to continuously increase.

"At this pace, walking for another few hours would probably be the limit for most of the trial participants."

He glanced at the other trial participants around him and muttered to himself.

However, the situation of these trial participants was none of his concern.

Having come this far, thanks to the same Moon Elf power within him, he hasn't felt much pressure. He's just become increasingly interested in the surrounding magic arrays.

This is a magic array specifically developed to target the properties of moon elf power. Its power is entirely based on moon elf power, which can perfectly unleash the power of the moon elves and use this power to stimulate the moon elf bloodline in other people's bodies, making it active.

Before this, Adir had always thought that the moon spirit power within him could only be used to fight enemies, but he never expected it could have such an effect.

"If we expand from this line of thinking, and use this witch array as a reference, we might be able to develop witch arrays that stimulate ancient bloodlines by focusing on the power of other ancient bloodlines in the future."

As they walked, Adir had a sudden thought: "For example, using the power of the progenitor Behemoth as the main element, we could develop a bloodline magic array that stimulates the bloodline of the orc race."

Once the idea was born, it could not be stopped.

"Chip, record the surrounding magic array!" he silently chanted in his mind.

"Mission established, recording begins..." The voice of the chip in my mind rang out.

In that instant, a massive stream of data surged through his mind. Everything on the road before him, the flow of that power, and the subtle textures at the edges of the road were all recorded by the chip in his mind, used to deduce the original witch array.

Because of the lack of definite physical objects, this deduction was very slow. Fortunately, Adir was on the path of bloodline inheritance, and the power of the witch array was in operation at all times. The traces were so clear that they could be captured by Adir's mental power and recorded by the chip as basic data to deduce the complete witch array.

Several more hours passed.

By this time, some of the other trainees had already started to fall behind.

Around Adir, several trial participants were drenched in sweat, constantly facing terrifying pressure.

Their blood was boiling, one of the side effects of their bloodline being activated. It made them feel like their whole body was on fire, and they were in intense pain all over their bodies. They wished they could just faint.

This feeling is far more unbearable than ordinary torture. Activating the source of one's bloodline is not so easy. During this process, the pain caused by the subtle changes in the body is absolutely beyond human imagination. It is not easy to get through it.

Compared to the other trainees around him who were covered in sweat, Adir's face remained calm. Although his blood was boiling, there was no sign of anything unusual on his face.

Standing still, he looked around.

All around, a large number of trainees were covered in sweat, struggling to walk along the path.

Among them, a few people stood out.

Adir was one of them. Apart from slowing down a bit, he appeared unchanged, and the surrounding moon elf power seemed to have no effect on him at all.

Besides Adir, the young elf named Andrew, who was ahead of Adir, also stood out. His expression had hardly changed from the beginning until now, and he was walking much faster than Adir.

What surprised Adir the most was Latina.

As Adir's biological older sister, Radina's bloodline aptitude was not particularly strong. Adir had originally expected that she should have stopped earlier, but now she was standing here instead.

This was entirely due to her strong willpower; a sense of unwillingness in her heart sustained her forward, and she did not stop even as her will gradually became shaky.

"Andrew, how are you feeling?" The black raven standing on Andrew's shoulder at the front transmitted its voice.

"It's alright."

Andrew chuckled softly, "This path of bloodline inheritance is indeed quite interesting. It's surrounded by pure moon goddess power, which can indeed cleanse the bloodline over time."

"Unfortunately, most of these people of lowly blood are not lucky enough to enjoy the benefits, so even if they are lucky enough to enjoy them, they will not be able to get the greatest advantage."

"How could ordinary elven nobles compare to you?" the raven transmitted, its tone sounding somewhat impatient. "In this region, even the bloodline of the so-called Elf King is probably inferior to yours, let alone these ordinary elves."

"What about Adir?" Andrew asked.

"They're still walking slowly behind."

The crow lay still, its scarlet eyes fixed on the distance.

Andrew stopped speaking, his eyes closed, and he walked forward purely on instinct.

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"Isn't the person here yet?"

Before a vast palace stood countless elves. Among them, a handsome middle-aged elf dressed in a black suit looked anxious, his eyes constantly gazing into the distance, as if anticipating something.

This person was none other than Andra, the patriarch of the Oris family. He had arrived directly at the end of the path of bloodline inheritance, where he awaited the final outcome.

Beside him, Curtis and Lilith stood, also looking ahead at the road with anticipation in their eyes.

"They're here! They're here!" A commotion and a loud argument came from afar.

The loud noise caused a reaction from the many elves present, who all raised their heads and craned their necks to see who was the first to come forward.

"Hmm... Has anyone already gotten it?"

In front of the palace stood a gleaming throne, upon which sat a middle-aged elven man, dressed in a large white fur robe, exuding an air of nobility and bearing an air of majesty.

He had been resting with his eyes closed, but upon hearing the shouts ahead, he opened them and checked the time: "It seems to be much faster than last time."

"To be precise, it's almost three hours faster than the fastest trial participant last time." A hoarse, weathered voice rang out from the side.

It was an old man wearing a blue wizard's robe. He looked very old, and his face, covered with wrinkles, looked somewhat tired.

He looked at the loud shouts coming from afar, his face regained some energy, and he opened his eyes, which had been tightly closed, and looked into the distance.

Under the watchful eyes of countless people, a young elven figure emerged from the distance.

It was a young man dressed in a large black robe, with black armor on his arms and chest, and a black raven perched on his shoulder. He strode forward, his expression almost unchanged from before.

"How could it be him?"

Upon seeing the elfin youth before them, the audience erupted in astonishment, seemingly surprised that this young man had won first place.

"Where is Lord Adir?"

In a corner, watching the first elven youth emerge from the distance, Andra's expression changed, and she seemed somewhat anxious.

The ranking in the Bloodline Trial is very important, especially because of the Demonic Calamity. This year's Bloodline Trial rewards are extremely generous, and the top three can directly become students of the Elf High Priest.

This kind of reward is something any family would covet, and even the top noble families cannot ignore it.

After all, the demonic calamity is imminent. If, at this time, a genius from one's family could become a student of the high priest of the elves, it would undoubtedly provide an extra layer of protection for the family.

It should be noted that, as the High Priest of the Elves, the power he could mobilize, to some extent, almost surpassed that of the Elven Royal Court.

Andra and the others originally thought that with Adir's talent, they would have a great chance of winning first place, but now others have taken the lead.

"Who is this young man? Which family has nurtured this genius? Why does he look so unfamiliar?"

As Andrew, the first person to step out, walked out, a chorus of questions arose from below.

Even King Castor, seated at the head of the throne, couldn't help but glance at the person before him, feeling somewhat puzzled: "Being the first to pass the bloodline trial, this person's talent is beyond question, so why did he have no reputation before?"

"I'm afraid they're not the spirits of our region."

Beside him, an old elf in a blue robe narrowed his eyes: "Isn't that wizard named Adir supposed to come from outside the Silvermist Forest?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than another cheer erupted from afar.

Under the watchful eyes of countless elves, another elf emerged from the far end of the road.

This was a young elf boy who looked quite young. He wore a white robe, the sleeves of which fluttered in the breeze. His handsome face appeared very calm, without any sign of being under pressure.

Like Andrew, he also completed the journey quickly, only slightly slower than Andrew.

In fact, if Adir hadn't deliberately slowed down, his speed would have far surpassed Andrew's.

That was just too shocking.

The current speed is, strictly speaking, already excessive, breaking all previous records. It's only because Andrew is ahead of them that it doesn't stand out too much.

"At this point, although it's still a bit conspicuous, with the first place winner overshadowing it, it shouldn't attract too much attention."

Standing still, looking at Andrew who had already reached the end of the road ahead, Adir thought to himself.

He didn't care much about the other rewards from the bloodline trial, but he was determined to get the rewards for the top three.

According to the explanation given before the trial began, the top three finishers in this trial would be accepted as students by the high priest of the elven race.

As an elven high priest, the other party must possess the legacy of the Moon Goddess's Sacrifice. If one could become the other party's student, it might be possible to obtain the complete version of this meditation method from them.

"call···"

In the distance, seeing Adir approaching, Andra and the others breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank goodness..."

"It's a pity, we were just a little short." Lilith said with a look of regret.

Andra nodded in agreement with what he said.

In their view, the difference between Adir and Andra was not significant; strictly speaking, it was less than a few minutes.

That tiny difference is what separates first and second place.

"This must be the wizard named Adir."

On the throne ahead, watching Adir approach from afar, King Cast nodded to himself, then turned to the side and smiled, "Edith, what do you think?"

In that corner, an elven girl wearing a three-colored long dress stood quietly, holding a pale green short sword in her hand. Her delicate face had a heroic air about it, making her very conspicuous in the crowd.

Hearing what King Cast said, she turned to look ahead, her gaze fixed on Adir.

She watched quietly for a while, without saying anything, but simply nodding gently.

"Ha ha···"

Seeing her reaction, King Castor smiled and said, "There aren't many elves that you can acknowledge."

"However, these two elves in front of you are indeed quite talented. You can consider either one."

He looked at Andra and Adir standing below and spoke.

Beside him, the old elf in blue robes remained silent, his gaze fixed on Adir, as if he had noticed something.

"The mark of the snake woman clan..."

His expression turned serious, and he became very interested in Adir's situation: "This familiar aura... I wonder which old friend left it behind."

Ahead, the bloodline trial is still slowly unfolding.

After traversing the entire bloodline path, the final destination was a massive stone platform.

On the stone platform, only Adir and Andrew were standing there. The other trial participants were still far away, and even the fastest ones would take more than two hours to arrive.

Standing quietly on the stone platform, Adir and Andrew both looked in the same direction.

That was another path, paved with layers of steps. It wasn't very long compared to the Path of Bloodline, only a few hundred meters long, but the power it contained was immense.

With Adir's current eyesight, he could see the end of the road, which was only a few hundred meters long, at a glance.

Standing still, he could clearly see the scene at the end of the road.

It was a silver longsword, which was now stuck in a black crystal.

The longsword looked exquisite and bright, filled with a vast spirituality and majesty that even Adir was awestruck by.

(End of this chapter)