Wizard Immortal

Chapter 571 Yara

"The Jade Child, remarkable, truly remarkable..."

Quietly recalling the scenes he had just witnessed, feeling the immense power and the heroic young man who illuminated all darkness like the sun, Adir couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.

Beside him, the Book of Magical Artifacts lay quietly. After displaying its power, it had returned to silence, looking just like an ordinary book.

However, having witnessed the power of this book, Adir no longer dared to underestimate it.

"As expected of a demonic artifact."

Looking at the book and recalling the power he had felt before, Adir nodded in agreement.

Although the scene just now was an illusion, the power, runes, and scenery felt real and could be experienced by people.

Holding this book of magical artifacts is like being able to trace back to that scene at any time, to comprehend higher levels of power, and to experience higher levels of scenery.

Even without other functions, this alone is enough to place this book among the ranks of magical artifacts.

Through this magical artifact, some of Adir's past doubts were finally resolved.

The Highlands, and even the remaining elves of the entire wizarding world, do not bear the mark of the Calamity Curse because of the Emerald Children.

When the Emerald Mother fell and the power of calamity invaded along her bloodline, it was this Emerald Son who stepped forward and severed the bloodline of the Elven race from the Emerald Mother, thus ending their connection with her.

The moment the bloodline was severed, the elven race of the wizarding world declared independence and would no longer be cursed by the power of natural disasters along the bloodline.

The reason why Adir's bloodline is cursed is entirely due to the origin of his bloodline.

His moon elf bloodline originated from the elf corpses in the Emerald World.

Those elven corpses undoubtedly died because of the power of the calamity, and their bloodline with the Emerald Mother was not severed.

Therefore, having inherited the bloodline of those elven corpses, Adir was naturally also targeted by the power of the calamity as his bloodline was reactivated, and once again bore the curse.

Upon recalling this, Adi was momentarily speechless.

"So, in the end, it was my own problem?"

He shook his head, his feelings were complicated for a moment, but as time passed, he gradually returned to calm.

Ultimately, although the curse of natural disasters existed, it did not have a significant impact on him. On the contrary, he himself benefited greatly from the curse of natural disasters.

Moreover, having the curse of the Cataclysm resolved, possessing the curse of the Cataclysm might not necessarily be a bad thing for Adir.

To possess the curse of calamity means to be the last remaining bloodline of the Emerald Mother, and thus to receive more of her favor in the unseen world.

The scenes that Adir experienced during each of his previous promotions, as well as the jade mark on his body, are clear evidence of this.

Having figured this out, Adir stood there for a while, then got up and slowly walked towards his laboratory.

The world war is about to begin, and while there's still some time, Adir needs to make proper preparations.

Five years is not a long time for a fourth-tier archmage, but for Adir, it is at least enough time to complete the first step of the Bloodline Codex.

With that thought in mind, he turned and left, then went into the laboratory, closed the door, and prepared for his experiment.

When Adir entered the laboratory, it was below the Emerald Tower.

Tearing...

The ground was littered with the carcasses of wild bulls, each one exuding a bloody aura. Large amounts of crimson blood splattered, staining the entire area red.

In the center of the arena, Yara stood quietly, her entire body stained red with blood, emanating a strong stench of blood.

Despite being covered in blood, he seemed completely unconcerned. Instead, he opened his arms wide and opened his mouth as if embracing and breathing, his handsome yet eerie face filled with madness and satisfaction.

Beside them, some elven servants watched this scene silently, their faces showing some fear.

"His Highness is unstable again..."

A woman with a single horn and fine golden lines on her skin gently shook her head, looking at Yara with a sense of fear in her heart.

Inside the Emerald Tower, Yara's unstable personality was notorious. Sometimes, when her personality sank to extremes, she would kill people without hesitation, even her own confidants.

Decades ago, Yara once broke out of the Emerald Tower and went on a killing spree in Emerald City, slaughtering hundreds of thousands of elven civilians and causing a sensation throughout the Silver Realm. She was eventually subdued by the combined efforts of Elders Simar and Hermuk, thus preventing widespread panic.

"Have we used up the potions Master Adir sent?"

Looking at Yara's appearance below, she couldn't help but sigh softly, and then asked.

What she was referring to was, of course, the recipe for the Meteorite Potion that Yara had given to Adir some time ago.

Despite being somewhat displeased with Yara's methods, Adir still finished refining the Meteorite Potion and handed the finished product over to Yara.

The medicine worked remarkably well. Yara, who had previously rebelled many times, was remarkably stable for several days after using the medicine.

"We've run out, but the Kuru priests are sending more," someone nearby replied.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a series of hurried footsteps sounded in the distance.

Kuru, dressed in a long golden robe, hurried in from the outside. Upon seeing Yara's appearance, he frowned and realized what had happened.

He waved his hand, and a golden gem on his forehead slowly emitted light, enveloping Yara and temporarily restoring her peace.

He then stepped forward, took out several bottles of crimson potions, and handed them directly to Yara: "Take these."

Yara took the potion in one gulp, smelled its unique aroma, and swallowed it without hesitation.

As he swallowed the potion, the golden patterns that had been spreading across his body quickly faded, and the violent power of his bloodline was rapidly calmed down.

Thanks.

After a while, his expression returned to normal, his eyes filled with a deep indifference, and he looked at Kulu and said.

"This is a potion made by Adir. If you want to thank someone, thank him."

Looking at Yara, who was covered in blood, Kuru suppressed his nausea and spoke calmly.

"Heh." Yara sneered, saying nothing, but finally raised her head and carefully examined Kuru in front of her.

His gaze was arrogant and unrestrained, radiating spiritual energy as he completely ignored Kuru, constantly scrutinizing him. This caused Kuru to clench his fists, feeling a sense of humiliation and anger.

"That golden crystal is quite impressive; is it a magical artifact?"

After examining it carefully for a while, Yara smiled and said in an unquestionable tone, "Give it to me."

"You!" Kuru was furious. He stared at Yara in front of him, and his mental power surged suddenly, as if he was about to make a violent move at any moment.

Yara watched him with great interest. Even though she sensed the surge of mental energy emanating from him, she didn't react much and instead found it quite amusing.

His reaction immediately humiliated Kulu, who clenched his fists until they turned white.

But in the end, Kuru did not make a move; instead, the raging mental energy within him gradually calmed down.

He tossed the golden crystal away with a flick of his wrist, then turned and left without another word.

But Yara, who was behind him, clearly had no intention of letting him off easily.

"stop."

The light, airy voice rang out from the spot, but it froze Kuru in place, too afraid to move.

Because a vast and frenzied mental force had enveloped him, and if he dared to move again, he would be met with a frenzied attack.

At the same time, a noble, vast, and majestic aura, like the light of the sun, permeated the surroundings. The heavy majesty of the elven king filled the air, making Kuru's blood boil and giving him an urge to kneel down.

"madman!"

He cursed under his breath, but dared not move his feet, remaining frozen in place.

In terms of rank, Yara and he are both fourth-tier archmages, but if they really fought, he would definitely not be a match for Yara and would be killed by her within half an hour.

The bloodline of the Elf King is an insurmountable barrier for ordinary elves. Even if their strength is similar, they will be strongly restrained and dare not attack it.

"You've already told him that the world war is about to begin, haven't you?"

Standing behind Kuru, watching his retreating figure, Yara smiled, a beautiful smile appearing on her stunningly beautiful face: "Tell me, will he participate?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a fierce killing intent emerged, locking onto Kuru in front of him, as if he might strike at any moment and deliver the most ferocious blow.

Sensing the intense killing intent, Kuru opened his mouth, hesitated for a moment, and finally closed his eyes, releasing a bit of his spiritual power.

Sensing the message accompanying this spiritual power, Yara smiled, and judging from the smile on her face, she was very happy.

In the blink of an eye, the murderous aura that had been permeating the surroundings vanished instantly, and the violent majesty that had erupted slowly dissipated, as if it were all an illusion.

Sensing this, Kuru secretly breathed a sigh of relief and quickened his pace, wanting to leave this place as soon as possible.

"If you dare tell Elder Hemuk about this, then don't blame me for revealing your own affair."

Yara's voice came from behind again.

Kuru froze for a moment, then clenched his fists and sped away.

Behind her, watching Kuru's departing figure, Yara had a subtle smile on her face, looking extremely beautiful.

After a while, he looked at the blood-stained clothes on his body and smelled the blood. He frowned and then disappeared from the spot.

Time passed slowly, and several years quickly went by while we waited.

Even for a formal wizard, a few years is nothing, and for a fourth-level archmage like Adir, five years is just the time needed to conduct an experiment or perfect a spell.

Time passed slowly as they waited. One morning, the doors of Adir's laboratory opened automatically, and a person slowly walked out.

That was Adir, dressed in a moon-white robe. He looked sacred and profound, exuding a serene aura that instantly calmed anyone who looked at him.

This is the aura inherent in the Moon Elf bloodline, but it seems to have changed a bit now. In addition to calming people down, it also gives rise to an irresistible urge to confide in and trust.

However, compared to the outward manifestations of the Moon Elf bloodline, this change is subtle and difficult for people to perceive.

"It's been almost five years."

Quietly stepping out of the laboratory, Adir gazed at everything outside and sighed softly.

Five years have passed since I came from the Maison region to the Highlands, and then to the Emerald Tower.

Five years may not change much for other wizards, but for Adir at present, it has yielded considerable gains.

This harvest is not only a transformation in bloodline, but also a great harvest of knowledge.

The wizarding civilization of the Highlands is far superior to that of the Maison region, and the foundation of the Emerald Tower is even more unmatched by the Silver Mist Royal Court of the Maison region.

In just five years, through the vast power of the elven race in the Emerald Tower, Adir gained a great deal. He not only acquired a more advanced meditation technique, but also advanced further in his own cultivation, reaching the peak of the fourth rank.

He was already very close to taking this step after leaving the ancient world. The reason he couldn't reach it was simply because his will was not strong enough, which prevented his powerful origin from fully unleashing its power and thus delayed his progress.

However, after returning from the Misty World, having experienced the advancement of his clone to the fifth rank, this deficiency has been remedied, and the path to the peak of the fourth rank has been opened. He only needs a little more time to hone his skills before he can achieve it.

The five years spent in the Emerald Tower were just enough to fill this gap for Adir, allowing his true nature to finally blossom and his will to begin to merge with his essence.

When will and origin are completely merged and transformed into the last seed of will, that will be the moment when Adir advances to the fifth rank.

"That day is not far off."

Looking at the warm sunshine outside, Adir smiled, feeling confident about his promotion.

This comes from having a wealth of experience.

In the misty world, his clone had already advanced to the fifth rank once. Although it was not his main body, its foundation still remained, theoretically equivalent to Adir's own advancement.

Based on that clone, when the time is right, Adir could even choose to devour that clone as bloodline sustenance for advancing to the fifth rank, thus paving the way for his own advancement to the fifth rank.

Of course, Adir would not make this choice unless it was absolutely necessary.

That clone ascended by devouring the divine corpse, and its bloodline is extremely powerful, still possessing great potential for improvement. It should not be wasted.

(End of this chapter)