Chapter 382 Promotion and Banquet
In an instant, all conversation ceased, the faint light of the experiment went out, and the thinker raised his head.
Whether they were high-ranking Level 7 beings or newly recruited apprentices standing below, everyone subconsciously straightened their backs.
All the wizards present suppressed any unnecessary energy fluctuations around them, and their gazes were all focused on the seemingly small figure next to the main seat.
The hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop; even breathing was deliberately suppressed to a minimum.
Fearing that even the slightest noise might disturb the being who had closed his eyes and whose aura was beginning to resonate faintly with the entire plane—Master Anton Buchanan.
An invisible yet grand rhythm was emanating from his small body.
This rhythm is neither sound nor pure energy vibration.
It's more like the pulse of a "rule," the breath of an "existence."
It begins subtly, like a heartbeat, then rapidly intensifies and spreads, like ripples spreading from a pebble thrown into a still lake, transcending the boundaries of the palace, reaching the grasslands, and sweeping across the mountains...
Ultimately, it covered the entire plane contained within the tower!
Everyone clearly "heard" this rhythm; it resonated directly in the depths of their souls.
Immediately afterwards, an indescribable sense of unease surged into the hearts of all living beings like a tidal wave.
It is not pain or oppression, but a deeper disharmony stemming from cognition and instinct.
It's like a familiar song suddenly going off-key, the air we rely on for survival being mixed with unfamiliar elements, and the land beneath our feet seemingly becoming both familiar and strange.
"Aww!!"
"唷!!"
"hiss!!"
On the dimensional grassland, the free-roaming, giant beasts of various shapes and sizes were the first to stir.
They roared and surged restlessly, or tore at the ground in agitation, as if sensing some kind of change originating from the very foundation of the world, yet unable to comprehend it, and could only vent their unease through instinct.
Jemin felt a sense of unease permeating the entire plane and was horrified.
Is this what it looks like when a high-ranking wizard is promoted?
The lingering aura emanating from the promotion alone directly impacted an entire plane?
Just then, he heard his mentor Clark's deep and clear explanation, his voice reaching directly into his, Viola's, and Ang's ears:
"Don't panic. This is the law controlled by the mentor, which is 'alternating' and 'solidifying' with the inherent laws of this plane. He is trying to imprint his 'reason' into the underlying rules of this plane."
"This is the inevitable process of advancing to the eighth level. The teacher's power is already sufficient. As long as you successfully perform the law solidification operation once by taking advantage of the special state during this advancement, you can independently perform law solidification even if you are not in this state in the future."
The rules are solidified!
Imprint your own laws onto the deepest level of the earth!
Jemin was deeply shaken; he finally understood where this awkward feeling came from.
Although I had mentioned the solidification ability of level eight wizards when I chatted with my mentor Clark before, at that time I was more inclined to believe that they could be immune to the modifications made to the world by level nine beings.
Now, Jemin truly felt the terrifying power of an eighth-level wizard!
This is no longer simply "utilizing" or "guiding" rules, but directly "modifying" and "defining" the rules of local areas!
No wonder the wizard Norn could teleport freely without regard to the spatial anchoring field set up by Helios and Morpheus. In front of an eighth-level wizard, such a level of "blockade" would be as laughable as a line drawn on the beach.
Jemin finally understood that the so-called "law solidification" of the eighth-level wizard was essentially a castrated version of the authority of the ninth-level creature.
Everyone modifies the world, but level nine beings can modify it on a wider scale and to a greater extent, while level eight beings can only modify it according to the laws they have mastered!
“Pay close attention to this rhythm,” Mentor Clark reminded you. “This is an excellent opportunity to observe the essential alternation of the laws, which will greatly benefit you in the future.”
Jemin immediately focused his mind and pushed the "All-Seeing Eye" spell to its limit, immersing himself entirely in the omnipresent grand rhythm, trying to capture its mysteries.
However, the rhythm was extremely mysterious, like a mirage.
He could clearly perceive its existence and feel its "influence" on the entire plane, but he could not extract specific laws from it.
It's like an epic sung in an unknown language, with a magnificent melody that shakes the soul, yet the specific words are incomprehensible.
He stole a glance at his mentor Clark, as well as the wizard Norn, Augusta, Dionysius, and others above him.
They were all focused, their eyes sparkling with wisdom, clearly immersed in the true meaning of the laws revealed by the rhythm, and gaining a great deal.
He then looked around at Rex and the other level three and four wizards, and found that most of them, like himself, had a look of confusion and distress on their faces. They were obviously also confused and unable to see the way through the fog.
'My understanding of the laws is not deep enough, so it's difficult for me to directly draw nourishment from the alternation of laws at this level.'
Jemin immediately understood the key point.
Just as a primary school student cannot understand the derivation process of university calculus, one cannot force it if one's understanding is not yet there.
Although somewhat disappointed, he did not give up.
He stopped trying to "understand" and instead focused all his energy on "memorizing"!
He frantically recorded every subtle frequency change of the rhythm with his "all-seeing eye," and engraved the unique "feeling" produced by the alternation of these laws with his soul.
These "data" that are currently incomprehensible may become the key to breaking through his bottleneck at some point in the future.
Just as Jemin was focusing all his efforts on memorizing, the grand rhythm that permeated the plane suddenly intensified!
Buzz!
It's like millions of strings being plucked to their highest notes at the same time, or like the rules of the entire plane being forcibly tightened in this small area!
An indescribable, terrifying pressure, seemingly emanating from the entire plane itself, suddenly descended!
Thump! Thump!
Inside the hall, many wizards below level four turned pale and couldn't help but stagger backward.
Some people even knelt on one knee, barely managing to support themselves.
Even Jemin felt a tremor in his soul, as if he were being gripped by an invisible giant hand, making it difficult to breathe. He had to use all his strength to activate his body-tempering technique to stabilize himself.
Only wizards of level five and above could remain relatively calm under this pressure, but their expressions were still extremely solemn.
And at the very moment when the rhythm and pressure reached their peak—
In his high position, Anton Buchanan's childlike body underwent an astonishing transformation!
His short body suddenly swelled up as if inflated, his bones made a thunderous cracking sound, his muscles bulged and bulged, and the blood vessels under his skin writhed like dragons.
The simple black wizard's robe was instantly stretched taut on his body, then adapted and expanded under his immense power.
In just a few breaths, the seemingly harmless child disappeared, replaced by an old man who was over two meters tall and extremely robust!
His hair and beard stood on end, with thick, long silver hair cascading over his shoulders, and a matching silver beard covering the lower half of his face like a lion's mane.
His bare upper body was muscular and defined, exuding an explosive sense of power. His chest was covered with thick silver chest hair, and his whole body exuded a wild, ancient, and terrifying aura, as if he could tear stars apart with his bare hands!
Immediately afterwards, the rhythm and pressure that had reached their peak quickly subsided and subsided like the receding tide.
The awkwardness in the plane gradually disappeared, replaced by a more solid and orderly feeling, as if the plane had undergone a thorough tempering and reinforcement.
This means the rules have been solidified...
Promotion! You've been promoted!
"Congratulations to Master/Mentor/Lord Anton on your advancement to Level Eight!"
After a brief silence, deafening congratulations erupted in the hall, filled with heartfelt admiration and joy.
Looking at the instructor who had successfully advanced and undergone a dramatic transformation, a hint of emotion flashed in Clark's eyes. He explained to the three disciples beside him who were still somewhat dazed:
"Don't be surprised. The laws that the mentor controls involve 'life cycle,' 'form origin,' and 'source of power.' The child form he usually maintains is a form of restraint and accumulation, which helps him comprehend the origin of 'life' in the laws. What is being revealed now is the 'peak of power' corresponding to the full release of his law power, which is closer to the peak stage of 'cycle' in his laws."
Upon hearing this, Jemin understood.
'Life cycle, origin of form, source of power… it sounds like the advisor's laws are indeed closely related to concepts like the cycle of life and death, and rejuvenation. No wonder he can achieve such astonishing transformations.'
High above, Anton Buchanan, now an eighth-level wizard, slowly opened his eyes, having reverted to his old-man form.
His eyes, which were originally as black as a child's, now shimmered with points of white light, as if they contained the profound truth of the birth and death of stars and the flourishing and decay of all things.
He felt the new power surging within him, intimately connected to the entire plane, and a joyful yet majestic smile appeared on his face.
"Hahaha! Great! I've never felt so good!" His booming voice was like thunder, making the hall reverberate. "Fellow disciples and juniors, today I have advanced to the eighth level, which is truly a joyous occasion! Let's hold a banquet to celebrate!"
With a wave of his hand, a powerful alchemical aura illuminated the entire hall.
"This is the place for the banquet!"
In an instant, the scene inside the hall began to change rapidly.
The original giant stone pillars were covered with lush vines, radiating a soft glow; the ground transformed into a stream flowing with nectar, and the air was filled with an invigorating fragrance; magnificent long tables and chairs appeared out of thin air, instantly filled with all kinds of rare fruits and energizing delicacies and wines.
Many of the dishes at the banquet were rare delicacies that Jemin had never heard of or seen before.
Naturally, no one present would refuse, and they all took their seats.
(End of this chapter)
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