Wizard's Journey

Chapter 1412 The Lost Thirteen Rings

East Coral Island, Zerato Harbor—these are just Green's habitual names for it.

In fact, the town's port had already been renamed after Zerato's death, but this meant nothing to Green, who continued to use its former name.

The same applies to towns and ports; although the wizard may have passed away, the town plans he devised will continue to be passed down.

Green strolled through the Zerato harbor at dusk. In the distance, flocks of seagulls soared gracefully. The sea surged with the tides, stretching beyond the fiery clouds on the horizon. Half of the setting sun peeked out from the sea. More than a hundred ships of various sizes were anchored. The old man on lighthouse duty was carrying whale oil, preparing for tonight's vigil.

It was right here that Green, Yorkris, Yorkriana, Raffi, and Binghamson began their wizarding journey, innocent and full of fantasies about everything in the Wizarding World, unaware of what tomorrow would bring or what new and exciting things would happen.

"Uncle, would you like to buy a Mandarava flower?"

A little boy carrying a flower basket stared at Green with wide eyes. Zerato Harbor has a temperate maritime climate, and Green has already crossed a small part of the Wizarding Continent, where the harsh winter has not yet arrived.

"Emantaka?"

Green picked up a bunch of Emanthodox flowers, held them to his nose, closed his eyes, and gently inhaled them, seemingly enjoying himself immensely.

"The flowers are so beautiful, you know? You have the same scent as me, the hazy feeling of the first spring breeze brushing against my face. Little one, do you want to see the roar of the sea beyond the island? At the end of the rainbow, ancient treasures lie buried!"

The little boy stared at Green with wide eyes and said blankly, "One Emmendor flower and one copper coin."

Uh……

Green took out a copper coin and gave it to the little boy, who then ignored Green and ran off like the wind.

"Waaaaaah, he thinks you're crazy."

Little Eight said to Green, but Green shook his head. They arrived at a deserted dock by the sea. In a crack in the rocks, a small green seedling was growing vigorously. It looked ordinary, just a humble creature in the boundless wizarding world.

"Great Guardian of Spring, I have come to the Wizarding World to seek out some world coordinates through the Eye of the World."

Green was speaking to the little green seedling with great seriousness.

At a speed visible to the naked eye, a flower gradually bloomed at the top of the seedling, inside which lay a tiny green-winged sprite, no bigger than a fingernail, quite inconspicuous.

"A powerful Stigmata Wizard like you descends upon the Wizarding World, only to inquire about world coordinates? Blessed by the Guardian of Summer, I sense something uneasy about you; there is something very bad about you."

"It is an illusory aura. I was trapped in the deep illusion for several eras, and the flow of time of matter and energy was somewhat affected."

Green gave a casual explanation, then continued, "This world is a coordinate I obtained by chance in the deep illusion. It seems that the other party has something very urgent to communicate with the wizarding world. Coincidentally, I passed by the Eye of the World during my wizarding apprenticeship and had some connection with this world."

"What world?"

"The Guardian of Spring asked."

"Protoss world".

The little elf shook his head, having never heard of this world before, and cautiously said, "Now that you've reached this level, you should be aware of the security of the Wizarding World. The Wizarding World's Eye can accurately locate the Eye of that world through certain coordinates, but such communication can easily expose both sides. The Wizarding World is currently embroiled in a war of civilizations, and I hope to avoid some unnecessary trouble."

"No, I think it must be something very important, extremely important."

……

Despite Green's persistent insistence, he eventually gained the qualification to use the Eye of the World on a trial basis. This is the difference between a high-level wizard and a low-level wizard.

Green is gradually approaching the level of rule-makers, that is, the beneficiaries of the rules.

A series of dark wells sat in the courtyard, bathed in moonlight. The leaves of the sycamore trees swayed, like the menacing hands of demons, exuding a mysterious aura. Green knew that these were occasional connections between disordered time-space worlds, disrupting the time-space rules of this wizarding world and affecting apparent perception.

Young men and women came from far and wide, seeking rendezvous with exotic creatures through the Dark Well. Amidst laughter and wonder, as the crowd gradually dispersed, Green slowly emerged from the shadows.

squeak...

The wooden door opened, and the hunchbacked old witch-like figure of the Guardian of Spring slowly emerged.

"These little guys won't reveal the aura of the Wizarding World, but you're different. The attention you receive from the will of the Wizarding World will immediately expose its location. You should know that this was what the ancient wizards feared most. If those ancient demons of the Abyss followed the coordinates and swarmed in, the Wizarding World would be completely destroyed. Therefore, the rule that formal wizards are not allowed to approach the Eye of the World has been passed down to this day and has not been deliberately changed."

The old witch walked step by step to Green's side, casually scattering some of the Sands of Time. Immediately afterwards, many illusory creatures appeared on the dark wells and devoured the Sands of Time.

No, they are not illusory creatures; they are time-space creatures that travel through different times, rather than the material world, and move through more spaces, similar to the adorable insects in the Dark Gate of the Dark World.

"Go ahead, I've minimized the impact on the wizarding world by using the timeline."

"Hehehe, what's going on over there? They're so eager to talk to a wizard they just happened to see in the Dimensional Digestor. It must be something big."

Little Eight communicated with Green through their souls, while Green took out a handful of wizard coins from his sleeve.

There were six coins in total. After the six-pointed star rune on the wizard coins flashed, the wizard's will on them was absorbed by Grimm. Then, the six wizard coins softened rapidly and turned into six tadpoles, which "plop," "plop," "plop" and fell into the well water.

As Green skillfully manipulated and communicated with the power of spacetime, the well water gradually formed a vortex. After a while, it seemed to have found the exact coordinates, and many wills contacted it. After Green confirmed, he found that there were seven in total.

"Level 12 Celestial Spirit Summoning Master!"

Soon, Green identified the level 6 peak creature that the level 12 Protoss Summoner, whom he had summoned from the Ancient Heart while in the Dimensional Food Passage, had left him with the Protoss world coordinates.

"You've returned to the Wizarding World from the Dimensional Digestor! Finally... finally you've reconnected to the Wizarding World!"

The excited will of the Protoss summoner echoed through the air. Grimm calmly asked, "Last time in the Dimensional Essence, you only had time to leave behind world coordinates. Now I've returned to the Wizarding World. What happened?"

"The Thirteen-Ring True Spirit Wizard is a Thirteen-Ring True Spirit Wizard from the Wizarding World who has been dormant in the Protoss world for several epochs. He wants us to find the coordinates of the Wizarding World so that he can bury his body there."

Green, Hachi, and the Guardian of Spring were stunned by this sudden news: an ancient true spirit lost in another world!?

(End of this chapter)