Chapter 818: Thousand-Year Vengeance Spirit Tower

After dinner, Aleister, led by Albert and others, went to the storage room of the Spirit Tower.

Although the name of this place sounds a bit like a storage room, it is actually a very important part of the spiritual tower. Its importance is second only to the spiritual amber spine that provides core power.

"To enter here, you need some kind of shelter. This is also a kind of key."

Adolf, who had followed along, extended his staff and touched the shoulders of Aleister and the other two.

A light yellow film lightly covered their body surface.

Then they pushed the door open and walked in.

When Aleister entered here, she immediately felt the extremely strong power of the Dusk Path.

Everything here seemed to be frozen in time... with a dim light and absolute silence.

Not far away, more than a dozen rows of enormous bookshelves filled them with books, bottles and jars containing organs, strange trinkets, and packaged documents. A huge, ancient-style treasure chest lay open, filled with glittering gold coins and various jewels.

You can even see two people who look like thieves squatting next to the treasure chest, with happy expressions on their faces.

A man held a gold coin in his hands and let it fall naturally. The coin slipped through his fingers and froze in mid-air.

The other person was holding a gem and a soft handkerchief, seemingly wiping it carefully. But the handkerchief had now become incredibly solid and unshakable.

Someone kept walking forward, but was frozen in place without realizing it.

Others seemed to realize something, looked panicked, and raised their staffs.

"Are these people... thieves?" Aleister asked.

Her voice did not echo, but others obviously heard it.

"Some are, and some are disobedient students."

Adolf spoke, closing the door to the storage room. His voice echoed through Aleister's heart: "The storage room constantly maintains the Spirit Tower's most powerful preservation technique. The principal's 'Amber Container' is here, and the power it radiates is enough to freeze time around it. That is also the principal's greatest weakness."

"…Is it appropriate to tell me this?"

Aleister was startled.

The so-called "amber container" was likely the lich's life box. Unlike the amber craftsman's, the amber container he created sealed a soul within, which he then transferred to another body, a preparation for a body rebirth. Creating a soulless body could also be considered a form of rebirth.

The phylactery, however, was different—it was the core power of the lich. The lich sealed its entire soul within it. As long as the phylactery survived, even if the outer body was destroyed, it could be reborn at any time. Conversely, if it were destroyed, the principal, no matter how powerful, would die instantly.

For a moment, Aleister thought he might not be able to get out.

Adolf shook his head. "It doesn't matter. It's been so many years now, it's no longer a secret. At least you can't hide it from someone hostile to you, let alone your friends... Even if someone knows about this, they can't get in. And you have the sixth-level Wild Hunt King at your disposal. If you really have any hostility towards us, can the preservation room stop you? In that case, it's better to show your utmost sincerity directly.

"Furthermore, you underestimate the art of preservation. Preserving secrets also falls within the realm of preservation. Knowledge acquired here cannot be directly shared with outsiders. It can only be passed on through riddles or hints—those who know the secret will ultimately remain silent.

"No, look..."

As he spoke, Dark Adolf pointed his staff at a hooded man with a low presence.

If Adolf hadn't pointed it out specifically, Aleister wouldn't have noticed him.

"He was a Master Assassin, Level Five. During the Rift War, Black Hawk's men wanted to assassinate the principal, so they sent him to infiltrate the Ziggurat. Obviously, he failed."

And now, the man maintained his posture of walking forward, frozen in the past without realizing it.

"And this guy," Adolf pointed at another white-bearded old man who seemed to be chanting a spell, "a fifth-level archmage, the wizard lord of Narcissus. And that silver-haired woman, she's a fifth-level Moon Child... I don't recognize the others. There are many people who want to kill the principal, and now they are all trophies."

Adolf pointed to the canned organs and said, "And these too—the original owners of these organs were all fifth-level powerhouses. These are top-level corpses, capable of being used in the highest-level rituals and necromancy. This also counts as our tactical reserve."

"But these weren't killed by the principal... They were collected by the previous principals, and even those before them. Each generation of principals used their own strength to maintain this preservation room. Of all the principals, Mr. Grunewald lived the longest, and he was the only one who cared to preserve these assassins and petty thieves. Therefore, these people only appeared after he became principal."

"...It seems like the principal has been treated like a boss before."

Aleister muttered.

Albert and Aurora were not surprised by this secret. Apparently, they had heard Adolf tell them about it once when they placed their teacher here.

Given their talents, the Ziggurat would likely rely on them in the future. Adolf, the current Black Phase, had been wanting to retire for a long time. He would be free to leave whenever Albert was brought out.

At this moment, Aleister suddenly thought of something.

That was after the old lich entered the dungeon, and the name of that dungeon was - Thousand-Year Vengeance Tower.

"...How long has the Ziggurat existed?"

Aleister asked, "You are the vice-president of the Psychic Tower. You should know the history of the school, right?"

"Yes. If it is a true ziggurat, it has existed for over four thousand years."

Adolf was indeed very clear about this. He answered without hesitation, "It existed at least before the birth of mankind. Back then, the Spirit Tower was a legacy of the birdmen. It was called the 'Tower of Babel.' Long ago, it was once a wizard's tower."

"...Mage Tower?"

The two young necromancers had obviously never heard of this secret history and couldn't help but let out sounds of surprise.

"It was even called the 'Tower of Truth' in the past, for its ability to divine all the mysteries of the past and future. Ancient mages were different from those of today... whether it was necromancy, preservation, astrology, alchemy, curses, rituals, or anything else, all mysteries were categorized as spells, divided into nine major categories and twenty-seven subcategories, encompassing every secret of the world.

“It is said that when Wei Zhe ascended to godhood, he directly split time and space from the Tower of Babel and arrived at the dream world in his physical body.

"But after that, the Tower of Truth was suddenly destroyed by divine thunder one day, triggering a fire that burned everything. Many ancient mages within were killed, and much of the knowledge within was lost. Because thunder is Wei Zhe's domain, many ancient mages believed that Wei Zhe had dismantled the ladder to the gods after ascending to the Pillar God, and therefore hated Wei Zhe... But Wei Zhe remained silent about this, neither admitting nor denying it.

"Once upon a time, mages fought fiercely over this, and the tradition was dispersed. They no longer called themselves mages, but rather 'spellcasters.' It was only then that humans, as newborns, were qualified to learn this mysterious art.

"The forbidden knowledge stored in the Tower of Truth has been scattered and lost... The lineage that has preserved it most intact is us necromancers who have mastered the art of preservation. Only we who understand the art of preservation can understand Wei Zhe's silence."

No wonder……

Aleister suddenly realized.

Preservation techniques already involve conceptual operations. Its power is significantly stronger than those spells and astrology!

It turns out that this is because its inheritance is the most complete among all the inheritances of spellcasters...

"Twelve hundred years ago, the first headmaster recovered the spine of the Amber Celestial Master from the deep sea, left behind in the material world. Using the same techniques used to build the Mage's Tower, he forged it into the original Spirit Tower. At that time, the Spirit Tower was still on an isolated island overseas. It wasn't until two hundred years later, a thousand years ago... that the Spirit Tower finally came to the Empire.

"--Strictly speaking, the Ziggurat, with the Imperials as the primary race and necromancy as its main heritage, has only existed for less than a thousand years."

Adolf said lightly.

It was as if it was not a thousand years, but dozens or even hundreds of years.

And that name once again echoed in Aleister's mind——

The Thousand-Year-Old Vengeance Tower.

(End of this chapter)