Wizard Immortal

Chapter 714 Unexpected Changes

"You really dare to dream of using the essence of a pure-blooded moon elf to heal your unstable bloodline..."

Inside the palace, Adir gazed quietly at Yar ahead and spoke softly.

A pure-blooded moon elf is incredibly precious, no matter where you are.

This not only signifies a future great wizard who will achieve at least the fourth rank, but also the potential of his descendants.

If nothing unexpected happens, a pure-blooded moon elf wizard will inevitably develop into a large family, with many descendants possessing moon elf blood.

For a power, the significance of this is self-evident.

Any faction that obtains the pure blood of a moon elf will inevitably cherish it and protect it like a treasure, daring not to let it suffer any harm.

But Yar, in front of us, actually wants to sacrifice a pureblood just to cure his own unstable bloodline.

If others knew this, they would surely call him heartless and a spendthrift.

Even if he is a pure-blooded Son of the Sun, it is still the same.

After all, although Adir is only a pure-blooded moon elf, he had already grown to the peak of the fourth rank and had the potential to advance to the fifth rank in the future. His potential was no less than that of Yar.

Moreover, he is also a master of potion making, and in terms of value in this area, few people in the entire High Domain can compare with him.

"So what if the moon elf is pureblooded...?"

Looking at Adil, Yar gave a cold smile.

"In the end, the strong rule this world."

"Adil, I admit you have great potential. You've already reached the limit of the fourth tier, and it's very possible that you'll advance to the fifth or even sixth tier in the future..."

"But so what?"

His face was cold and stern as he stared at Adir before him, a sneer plastered on his lips: "An unprecedented upheaval is about to begin. The clash between the wizarding world and the world of natural disasters is imminent. In a situation that affects two great worlds, what are fifth-tier and sixth-tier wizards?"

"Only those at the true pinnacle, those seventh-tier wizards standing at the highest level, can lead the elven race to forge their own path in this situation!"

"So, you think you can advance to the seventh rank?" Adir couldn't help but ask, his face full of sneers.

"Why not?"

Yar countered, "If I kill you and use your essence to stabilize my own bloodline, I will surely gain the recognition of the Emerald Sword and obtain the inheritance and power left by the Emerald Child. There will be no hope of advancing to a seventh-tier wizard in the future."

"I am the king of the elves. As long as I inherit the Emerald Sword, I will surely inherit the legacy left by the Emerald Mother. Advancing to the seventh rank is only a matter of time!"

He opened his mouth with a smile, his handsome face brimming with confidence.

Adir almost burst out laughing.

Others might not understand, but he was perfectly clear that what Jarre was saying was basically impossible to achieve.

Leaving aside the question of how much Yar's own bloodline would grow after absorbing Adir's bloodline without the Bloodline Codex,

He probably couldn't possibly inherit the legacy of the Mother of Jadeite.

When the Wizarding World was defeated, the curse of calamity spread along the bloodline of the Emerald Mother, eventually reaching the entire Elven race.

At that moment, it was the Emerald Child who severed the bloodline between the Elven race and the Emerald Mother, preventing the curse of calamity from spreading further and thus saving the entire Elven race.

Although the Elven race still claimed to be descendants of the Emerald Mother, they actually had little connection with her anymore.

Putting aside the question of how many ruins remain after the fall of the Emerald Mother, even if the Emerald Mother did leave behind any legacy, it should be inherited by Adir, the rightful successor, not by Yar, an outsider.

After all, compared to elves like Yar who had long severed their blood ties with the Emerald Mother, Adir, the Emerald Son who bore the curse of heaven and inherited the true elven bloodline, should be the rightful heir of the Emerald Mother.

"Let's not even talk about whether your ideas can actually be realized..."

Standing still, Adir finally laughed out loud: "Just now, you think you've got me cornered?"

Not to mention that Adir had already reached level 6, even back when he was still a fourth-tier wizard, he had already defeated Yar head-on once.

Only a few hundred years have passed since then, and he really can't understand where Yar got the confidence to seize his bloodline essence.

"Do you really think that one battle was all I had?"

Ahead, Yar, expressionless, looked at Adir and spoke coldly.

"Isn't that right?"

Adir gave a cold smile.

If it were someone else, then the possibility of them deliberately concealing their strength cannot be ruled out.

However, this is unlikely for Yar, who is arrogant and conceited, suffers from a blood disease, and has extremely unstable emotions.

If Yar truly possessed the strength to deal with Adir, he would have used it back in that battle, so why wait until now?

It's important to remember that in that battle, Adir defeated Yar in front of many wizards in the Emerald Tower, which severely damaged his prestige.

If they truly had hidden strength, there's no reason they wouldn't have used it in that battle back then.

"If we were outside, I really wouldn't know what to do with you."

Ahead, Yar's face was expressionless, his voice carrying a hint of murderous intent: "But here, it's not necessarily the case..."

"Um?"

Upon hearing this, Adir instinctively felt that something was amiss.

The next moment, before he could react, a dark figure swiftly pounced from all around.

The immense power of the domain swept in, instantly connecting with the surrounding emerald power, transforming into a precise and massive witch array that pressed down and enveloped Adir.

In an instant, chains spread from Adir's body, extending outwards along his entire body, and locked him in place.

A heavy pressure came from all directions, as if a small world was pressing down on me, incredibly heavy.

If he were truly a fourth-tier wizard, he wouldn't be able to fight anyone at this moment, let alone move a finger.

Adir remained standing, his face calm, and turned to look to the side.

There, a dark shadow had already appeared.

It was a very blurry shadow, which looked humanoid and somewhat similar to an elf, but was also very tall, standing at least three meters high. It exuded an eerie and profound aura, which made Adir feel somewhat familiar with it.

"That familiar yet nauseating smell..."

Standing there, staring at the dark figure before him, Adir frowned: "A natural disaster?"

Long, long ago, Adir once met a Scourge Lord who had been transformed from a bloodline wizard.

The other party was filled with a strange and profound power of natural disaster.

It was almost identical to the strange power emanating from the dark figure before them.

"Can you recognize this as the power of a natural disaster?"

Hearing Adir's words, the dark figure looked at Adir with some surprise and said, "It seems you've seen my kind before?"

Adir didn't respond to those words, but silently turned around and looked at Yar in the distance: "Colluding with the Lord of the Scourge, do you know what you're doing?"

His face was cold and stern as he looked at Yar and spoke coldly.

"Of course I know what I'm doing..."

With a cold expression, Yar stepped down from the altar and stood before Adir.

"But you don't need to worry about that..."

"Take your essence and become one with me..."

A golden longsword pierced through the air in an instant, heading straight for Adir's chest.

"It's over..."

Looking at the scene before him, Yar revealed a bloodthirsty smile, as if he could already see what was about to happen.

But the next moment, he froze.

A few meters away from Adir, Yar froze on the spot, staring blankly at his chest.

There, a black claw pierced through the air and ripped out a golden heart.

"You...you..."

He turned around with difficulty, staring at the dark figure beside him, his face filled with astonishment and disbelief.

"You want to ask why I was able to come down from the seal above, and why I was able to attack you, right...?"

Before him, the dark figure's face changed slightly, and he forced out an expression that seemed to be a smile: "I still have to thank you for this."

"If it weren't for the elven blood you contributed, how could I have descended from the altar so easily?"

"When you were about to perish, I saved you..." Yar's body froze on the spot, staring at the dark figure in front of him, and he used his last bit of strength to speak.

"Yes, when I was on the verge of destruction, when my last bit of strength was about to be extinguished, you saved me."

The smile on the dark figure's face became even more pronounced.

"But since you've already helped me so much, why don't you help me one more time..."

"Give me your pure sun-like body, and let me break free from the shackles of this place, and escape this damned Emerald Realm!"

Tear!

A crisp sound spread from the spot.

The next moment, Yar completely lost consciousness.

The dark shadow enveloped his entire body and then merged directly into it.

In Adir's perception, Yara's aura was constantly changing.

Until a moment later.

When Yara opened his eyes again, his aura had completely changed.

The aura of the Son of the Sun remained unchanged, but many deeper aspects had changed, including traces of calamity power. Although concealed, these traces were still detectable by Adir.

"The breath of freedom..."

The Lord of Calamity slowly opened his eyes, feeling his body again. He opened his arms as if embracing the freedom he was about to receive, a look of ecstasy on his face.

(End of this chapter)