"That's really... unique."
Lynn gazed at the scene before him and murmured softly.
The being known as the Wanderer Lord actually used an organ inside the enormous body of the Void Wanderer as the venue for the Black Wizards' Exchange Meeting.
This kind of approach is inherently audacious, bordering on the insane.
Looking around, it was clear that there were more than just the three of them here.
Within the void of amniotic fluid, figures of wizards were already slowly moving, heading towards the depths of the venue.
Like Lynn and his companions, these wizards also bear remnants of rules from the Bone Wasteland.
The appearance, aura, and even the manifested power of rules are most likely not its true form. This is not a deliberate disguise, but a natural disguise given by the innate instinct of the Void Wanderer.
At this moment, the size of this organ located within the body of the Void Wanderer far exceeds imagination.
Lynn could clearly see many wizards moving through the void amniotic fluid, like a school of fish swimming underwater, all heading towards the suspended amniotic sacs in mid-air.
On the cavity wall, countless huge cysts "grow" densely, resembling tree burls.
Their diameters range from several meters to tens of meters, and their surfaces are covered with crisscrossing golden neural networks that shimmer with a regular glow.
Just then, a wizard entered one of the cysts.
The next instant, the cyst seemed to be awakened, spontaneously detaching from the cavity wall, slowly floating up, and merging into the group of suspended cysts in mid-air.
This scene made Lynn instantly understand how this place operated.
If a wizard wishes to communicate, he only needs to enter the sac to become part of the "meeting place".
Others can go inside the cyst to discuss matters, and under the cyst's enclosure and isolation, nothing that happens inside can be seen from the outside.
Safe, discreet, and efficient.
And this is only the outermost layer of the venue structure.
Lynn's gaze drifted deeper into the distance.
In that darker area, individual "uterine" chambers could be vaguely seen.
Those chambers pulsated gently with the breathing rhythm of the Void Wanderer, perfectly isolating sound, energy fluctuations, and even completely shielding against mental probing.
More importantly, the aura emanating from that region was significantly stronger.
Even with the rules of the Bone Wasteland covering it up, its true realm still cannot be completely hidden.
That's at least the level of a fifth-level Morning Star Wizard, and even... there are beings who have vaguely touched upon the sixth-level Morning Star Wizard—the Morning Star Extreme Realm.
It is obvious.
What takes place in that chamber is no longer ordinary communication and exchange, but a deeper level of exchange belonging only to truly higher beings.
"Generally speaking, in those pouches that float in the air, wizards will inscribe information about their sales and demand directly on the outer layer of the pouch."
"The wizard Alder explained in a low voice, his gaze sweeping over the floating sacs in the distance."
"Outsiders only need to sense it slightly to determine whether the contents meet their needs. If they do, they can enter into a transaction; if not, they can simply turn around and leave without disturbing each other."
He paused, then added:
"Moreover, these pouches are arranged in sections, and different types of transactions will naturally converge in different areas. Once we get here, the three of us can split up temporarily and each find what we need."
"This place is, after all, inside the body of the Void Spirit. Even a being at the peak of the Morning Star realm wouldn't dare to act recklessly here. Lord Youfang and the Void Spirit control everything here... There's no need to worry about safety."
Upon hearing this, both Lynn and the Sea Emperor nodded.
Soon, the three of them split up and went in different directions, merging into this strange and enormous exchange meeting.
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However, what Lynn, Old, and the others did not know was...
The moment they stepped into this place, information about them was quietly sent to the true core of the exchange meeting.
That's the "heart" of the Dark Wizards' Gathering.
That is, the location of the wandering master.
That was a location extremely close to the heart and nerve center of the Void Wanderer.
A throne platform, formed by countless enormous, cold, silver crystalline nerve fibers intertwined and entwined, floats silently in the center of a dark purple chamber.
The wandering monk sat upright on it.
His spirit was not confined to himself, but was completely connected to the entire Void Wanderer through these nerve fibers.
Here, he doesn't need eyes.
Within the venue, any subtle fluctuation generated within a cyst would transform into a series of neural electrical signals, feeding back into the depths of his consciousness.
"A nature wizard...a deep-sea hunter..."
His thoughts, like a cold, precise scalpel, swiftly sliced through the information of the newcomer.
“There’s another one… an enforcement wizard.”
At this moment, the wandering master paused slightly.
"This combination is really rare."
He didn't open his eyes, yet it seemed as if he had already taken full control of the three people's outlines and auras.
"Hopefully they're just here to participate in the exchange, not... to cause trouble."
My thoughts came to an abrupt end at this point.
At the center of that wildly pulsating, silvery tangled neural network, the wandering master sat quietly.
All around, countless thick tubes connected to the inner walls of the giant beast, making it seem more like it was stitching together a world than ruling a marketplace.
If anyone dares to cause trouble here, he won't even need to take action himself.
With just a thought, the "white blood cell guardians" dormant within the Void Wanderer's body will be awakened.
It was a translucent, faceless, viscous construct with regularly pointed spikes.
They will be "squeezed" directly out of the cavity wall, capture and devour the marked target, and then excrete it without mercy.
If someone causes trouble before the trade fair officially begins, the worst outcome would be being "spit out" by the Voidwalkers and directly expelled from the material plane of the Wizarding World.
However, once the trade fair begins and the Void Spirits excrete the waste, the outcome will be completely different.
That would be thrown directly into the deep layers of rules at the energy level.
There, there is no sky, no earth, only endless, intertwined forces of rules, layer upon layer, repeatedly eroding like an out-of-control tsunami.
Even a Morning Star Wizard would almost certainly die in such an environment.
Unless they are willing to sacrifice themselves and detonate their own Morning Star to give the world's origin, thus forcibly tearing open a return path, they simply cannot survive.
That's not a question of fighting, it's a question of the right to survive.
From a rules perspective, this is not a place where wizards can linger.
Only beings like Void Wanderers, who are naturally immune to rules, can use that place as their "habitat".
Even a level six wizard who has reached the Dawn Star Realm dares not linger too long in the depths of the rules.
Perhaps only His Majesty the Radiant Moon is qualified to move freely on the energy level, but here, there is no Radiant Moon.
Within the Void Wanderer's body, all those involved in the communication were at most a group of Level 6 Morning Star Wizards.
In other words, here, the wandering master is the supreme arbiter.
This is precisely his greatest reliance in controlling the wandering spirits in the void.
There's no need to take action personally; with just a thought, and by borrowing the will of the Void Spirit, any "unexpected factor" can be completely eliminated.
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After parting ways with Ald and the Sea Emperor, Lynn wandered alone through this strange exchange.
With a slight thought, he seemed to transform into a swimming fish, gliding lightly through the thick yet unobstructed amniotic fluid, passing by one suspended sac after another.
With a gentle sweep of mental energy, the information inscribed on the outer wall of the pouch naturally came into view.
"Five undeveloped resource plane coordinates in exchange for one undeveloped early civilization plane coordinate."
Lynn's eyes flickered slightly, but he quickly lost interest.
This type of information is too crude.
Resource plane?
What level of resources are they? Are they sustainable? Do they contain native, higher-order life forms?
A primitive civilization plane?
Is it a newly ignited spark of civilization, or does it already possess a complete social structure?
Completely unclear.
Such a transaction description is clearly not a serious transaction; it's more like a casual attempt to "try one's luck."
The Morning Star Wizard in the pouch probably didn't have high hopes to begin with.
Lynn didn't linger; his figure moved like a fish to another area.
Soon, a message entered his senses:
"Three coordinates of flesh and blood resource planes that are [barren in rules but abundant in life] can be exchanged for the remains of a semi-ruined fire elemental plane with [a rule activity level of over 50%]."
This one is clearly different.
The information is accurate, the terminology is standardized, and even the activity level of the rules is given a specific range.
Lynn's eyes flickered slightly.
This is undoubtedly a Morning Star Wizard who specializes in the rules of fire element.
Understanding rules is inherently a highly abstract and extremely inefficient process.
Not all Morning Star Wizards can be like Lynn, who, through hard work, consistently receive feedback from every meditation and intuition.
For most Morningstar wizards, even a hundred years of seclusion in the wizarding world to comprehend the rules may yield no progress.
Thus, different planes became a "shortcut".
The plane overflowing with fire element is itself a concrete manifestation of the rules of fire element.
In such an environment, the difficulty of understanding the rules is reduced many times over.
even……
In order to more clearly address the rules themselves, directly destroying a plane is not an unacceptable thing.
"It seems like this area involves exchanging dimensional coordinates or something... Let's go check it out over there..."
Lynn withdrew his gaze from the sac shimmering with star charts. While those games, often involving the stakes of several lower planes, were indeed grand in scale, they were not the true purpose of his trip.
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With that thought, Lynn's figure flashed, and like a fish, he slid through the translucent nerve fiber layer, heading towards a deeper area of Möbius's abdominal cavity.
Upon entering, he discovered that this was indeed a completely different trading zone.
If the coordinate area just now still retained some of the grand narrative of "pioneers" and "plane hunters", then this area in front of us has completely torn off the dignified cloak of the Morning Star Wizard.
On the surface of one giant, pulsating cyst after another, flesh-pink and dark purple biofilms constantly wriggle and contract, condensing into lines of indifferent, almost numb, fluorescent text.
This kind of content would not be allowed to be recorded outside the public.
Lynn's steps slowed involuntarily, his gaze falling on the nearest pouch:
Standard Soul Ore (Undehydrated)
Scale: 15,000 healthy human soul units
Origin: Northern border of the Dawn Empire (already redeemed through war)
Note: Emotions have been removed, and the impurity rate is less than 5%, so it can be used directly.
"really……"
Lynn muttered to himself.
"This is what a black wizard exchange should be like."
His voice was completely swallowed up by the heavy and constant pulse within the Void Spirit's body, echoing like thunder deep within the world of flesh and blood.
What is being traded here is exactly what the Wizarding Council has explicitly prohibited.
Moreover, it is complete, clearly categorized, and of legitimate origin (in this sense).
He continued forward.
The deeper you go, the colder and more practiced the labeling becomes, as if these are not crimes, but simply a well-established industry chain.
Lynn's gaze sharpened slightly as he looked at a translucent, blood-red sac.
Inside the capsule, a figure was curled up in a viscous liquid.
He was a Morning Star Wizard, a fourth-level wizard, who should have been at the pinnacle of civilization.
But at this moment, a different kind of rule has been forcibly implanted into his body. His body is like a melting candle, its structure constantly collapsing and reorganizing, maintaining a cruel balance between life and the rule.
The markings on the outside of the capsule are clear:
“Artificial Rule Container - Sample No. 3”
It is already loaded with fragments of 'dried-up' rules, allowing for continuous observation of the limits of how rules erode vitality.
Starting bid: Permanent mining rights to a rudimentary civilization plane inhabited by level six life forms.
Lynn's gaze did not linger for long.
Further ahead, in a sac, several infants were suspended, immersed in an emerald green solution.
Their skin was not yet fully formed, but the bloodline marks were already faintly visible.
The sigil of the Shadow Forge Core family is clearly imprinted deep within their skin, like an unhealed wound.
It's important to know that this place is located on the border between the two major factions, the Shadow Forge and the Abyss Forge.
The labeling on the outside of the pouch even carries a touch of "after-sales service" meticulousness:
"Pure bloodline seed."
It has extremely high compatibility and is suitable for conducting experiments on 'soul parasitism' or 'bloodline theft'.
Note: The karmic ties have been severed under the witness of the wandering monk, and there will be no future troubles.
This line, "without any repercussions," is more jarring than any bloody description.
As Lynn traversed the entire trading area, he felt neither anger nor disgust.
It was more of a shock.
It's not about the content of the transaction itself, but about the entity that allows, tacitly approves, and can completely cover it all up.
The wandering master.
Controlling the wandering spirits in the void and controlling the exchange meetings is equivalent to controlling all the gray areas and taboos under the rules in this space.
The Wizarding Council forbids it. Major powers dare not acknowledge it. Civilization cannot exist on the surface. Here, everything is "normal trade."
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"However, these things are not what I need..."
Lynn looked away, her tone calm.
Throughout his cultivation, he has indeed never used human souls for experiments.
At most, they only used the bred elves that were specially bred by the Elven race for witchcraft research.
Therefore, when he saw with his own eyes these human souls and bloodlines that were nakedly priced and systematically processed, he couldn't help but feel a ripple in his heart.
But that's all.
This is a gathering of dark wizards.
To stand here and talk about justice is itself out of place.
Lynn is not a saint, nor does she consider herself one.
Once the thought was made up, he moved slightly and left the area filled with bloodshed and transactions, swimming deeper into the area.
And there, the aura of the sac finally changed.
It is no longer a fleshy pink biological texture, but a deep purple that resembles the starry sky.
On the outer wall of each pouch is an inscription personally carved by the wandering master, the runes radiating an oppressive aura that is hard to look directly at.
Here, the things traded are things that can truly affect the foundation of a Morning Star Wizard's cultivation.
Lynn only glanced at the mental energy capsule before paying no further attention to it.
In the Shadow Library, he had already mastered the path to the Soul Forging Tower, so these resources no longer held much appeal for him.
His gaze was completely fixed on the area where he could perceive the power of rules.
Finally, he stopped in front of one of the pouches:
The rule of the fallen morning star, left hand.
The remains of a late-stage level 5 wizard who perished in a void storm three hundred years ago.
The arm contains a complete set of [Space Tear] pattern patterns and retains the field fluctuations of the rules before its fall.
It allows wizards of the same lineage to "resonate with the rules," which can significantly shorten the time required to comprehend spatial rules.
Current activity retention: 45%. Recommended for use in conjunction with "Life-Generating" type medications.
"Spatial rules..."
Lynn paused slightly, a strange light flashing in his eyes.
nice one.
Time is king, space is supreme.
This statement has never failed in any extraordinary civilization.
However, the power of spatial rules also means their cruelty.
This fallen level-five Morning Star Wizard was most likely trying to comprehend the rules of space by venturing into the chaotic void, only to be torn apart by those rules and lose his life there.
"If it were any other Morning Star Wizard..."
Lynn silently assessed the situation.
"The value of this arm is almost immeasurable."
But his gaze quickly returned to calm.
"But for me, it may not be the optimal solution."
He has the virtue of hard work being rewarded by Heaven.
This means that he doesn't need to bet everything on this high-risk, high-cost path like other Morning Star wizards.
He could choose a more unconventional, more difficult, or even more primitive approach.
The process may be slow, but it is inexpensive and stable.
The high price demanded for this arm, which contained insights into spatial rules, still made Lynn's heart skip a beat: a rudimentary civilization with the potential to develop into an intermediate civilization.
This is no longer a simple exchange of resources.
What does an intermediate-level civilization plane mean?
This means that its world rules are stable enough to give birth to a level seven life form, that is, an existence at the level of the Radiant Moon.
If it were a truly mature intermediate civilization plane, even if His Majesty the Radiant Moon personally intervened, he might not be entirely confident of completely controlling it.
While nascent civilizations with "potential" have not yet fully developed, they are precisely more vulnerable to invasion, transformation, and exploitation.
Even so, the value of these dimensions is still astonishingly high.
That's a bargaining chip that's only seriously used in negotiations between the Morning Star Realm and the Radiant Moon Realm.
"Looking solely at the equivalence of value... is not fair."
Lynn shook her head gently.
"While spatial rules are powerful, they are far from being comparable to a plane itself."
However, he did not completely rule out the deal.
"Of course, it cannot be ruled out that for some wizards, the pursuit of spatial rules has surpassed everything else."
With that thought in mind, Lynn didn't linger. He darted away and swam towards the other pouches.
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The parasitic rule seed (incomplete) is a product that exists only in losers.
After some wizards failed to reach the fifth or even sixth level and perished, their rule field did not completely dissipate. Instead, it degenerated and condensed during the collapse, eventually evolving into a form similar to a "biological organ".
Inside the sac, a black heart was suspended, slowly pulsating in the pus.
Its surface is covered with fine tentacles, their rhythm disordered yet subtly conforming to a certain regular pulse.
This stuff is extremely graphic and disturbing.
The method of use is simple yet cruel: temporarily stitch it into oneself, allowing this "alien heart" to take over part of the magic circuits.
It is neither inheritance nor blessing. It is an external organ.
It forcibly elevates the user's perception level, placing them at the "perspective" of a level 5 or even level 6 wizard, thereby allowing them to sense rule structures that do not belong to their own level.
Outside the pouch, a final line of text, written in an almost indifferent tone, serves as a reminder to those interested:
"This is not your power. It is merely an illusion temporarily lent to you. Remember to dig it out before it completely devours your heart."
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The severed "Voice of the Planes" means that when a plane is completely destroyed, its rules will erupt with a violent and high-frequency oscillation at the final moment.
That was the world's last and clearest self-narration before its death.
Through special means, the "echo" of this moment can be preserved.
Inside the capsule was a constantly rotating spiral-shaped piece of cartilage.
Inside, endless black lightning is sealed, as if it is still repeating that moment of collapse.
This kind of transaction is not about buying an item. It's about buying a period of sensory experience.
The buyer needs to enter a special chamber to have the cartilage fixed to the sensory node.
Subsequently, the rules will unfold at the level of consciousness.
Users will experience the entire process of a plane from its peak to its destruction in a very short time, a compressed experience spanning tens of thousands of years.
Rules are most naked and undisguised when they are destroyed.
If one can maintain oneself at that "extreme point," the insights gained will far surpass those of a hundred years of arduous cultivation.
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There are indeed an excessive amount of "good stuff" in this trading area.
Even Lynn lingered a few more moments to assess the value and cost of each item.
It's no wonder that law enforcement wizards like Alder, and even some white wizards who acted uprightly in the council, would secretly attend black wizard exchange meetings.
"However... the items are indeed of high quality, but the price is really beyond the reach of ordinary people."
Lynn shook his head, revealing a bitter smile tinged with self-deprecation.
His current net worth, at the level of a formal wizard, is already considered extremely wealthy.
However, when placed in the transactions between Morning Star wizards, especially in this Dark Wizards' gathering, it immediately appears shabby.
The legacy of the Spirit-Eyed Wizard is indeed substantial.
After all, that was the wealth accumulated little by little over two or three hundred years by a mid-stage fourth-level Morning Star Wizard.
The problem is that the Spirit-Eyed Wizard was only at the mid-stage of the fourth-level Morning Star realm.
Of all the assets he left behind in the wizarding world, perhaps only the Stargate can truly be considered "top-tier".
That thing has long since been completely transformed by Lynn, becoming his own core essence, and naturally it can no longer be traded.
Other assets besides these, whether they are magic stones, resource points, or affiliated forces...
While it might seem like an astronomical figure to a formal wizard, it was barely worth mentioning by the standards of a Morning Star wizard at this level of exchange.
"If we're really talking about something presentable..."
Lynn's eyes flickered slightly.
"I'm afraid all that's left is that rudimentary civilization plane that the Spirit-Eyed Wizard only managed to conquer halfway back then."
He still has an impression of that dimension.
Back then, the Spirit-Eyed Wizard had already completed most of the conquest:
The space carrier is still docked in orbit, and some dimensional modification devices remain in various parts of the world.
From a transactional perspective, this is practically a "nine-tenths new" early-stage civilization plane.
In fact, it's even easier to deal with than many complete early-stage civilization planes.
"and……"
Lynn calmly recalled the events in her mind.
"Back then, the Spirit Eye Wizard even lured the 'Heavenly Beauty' or rather, the Holy Maiden from that plane to the Wizarding World, only to be instantly annihilated by the divine punishment of the world's origin."
Losing the world's favor is a heavy blow to any civilization.
And now, only a hundred or two hundred years have passed since that event.
For a civilization, this amount of time is far from enough to restore its vitality.
That's why that dimension is so "valuable".
But thinking about this, Lynn became even calmer.
"Since it's so easy to beat..."
"Then I'll just find a suitable opportunity and acquire it myself. Why sell it?"
He doesn't intend to reveal this trump card prematurely unless absolutely necessary.
As a result, his liquid assets became increasingly scarce.
He could only observe most of these methods that could accelerate Morning Star's cultivation, and found it difficult to actually use them.
Lynn decided to put aside his distractions and continue wandering around the meeting, checking out other trading information.
Just then, a line of information appeared in his senses outside another pouch:
The void reflects moss, a strange creature that parasitizes the deepest part of Möbius's intestinal wall.
They do not absorb nutrients, nor do they cling to flesh and blood; they only devour fragments of rules that drift in the void.
Inside the pouch was a cloud of silver mist that kept changing shape, seemingly without a fixed structure, yet it subtly followed some kind of deep logic.
It was sealed in a transparent biocapsule and floated quietly.
It is equally simple to use, and equally dangerous.
The wizard needs to extend his spiritual tentacles into the capsule, allowing the moss to parasitize his soul.
Once the parasitism is complete, the moss will begin to mimic the rules and logic it once "devoured".
During this process, the user's perspective will be forcibly rewritten.
It is said that at that moment, what the wizard's eyes will see will no longer be the appearance of the world, but the lines of cold, precise, and emotionless "source code" hidden behind all things.
However, the cost of this approach is equally obvious.
The rules sealed within each piece of Void Reflection Moss are impossible to ascertain in advance; it all depends on luck.
Worse still, it almost always leaves aftereffects after use.
At best, one will permanently lose a small portion of their understanding of the rules.
In severe cases, mental strength is reduced, memory is incomplete, and even an irreversible "blank" appears in the understanding of certain rules.
Although such losses are usually only a small part and do not damage the foundation, and can be recovered after a period of time, for Morning Star Wizards, any uncontrollable loss, especially a loss of rules, is extremely taboo.
Memory and mental strength are fine, but the most painful thing is when the rules you finally sensed disappear into thin air.
This is precisely why the value of such items has been significantly reduced.
Lynn's gaze fell on the trading terms at the bottom of the pouch, and his eyes lit up immediately.
"...They actually traded using magic stones?"
"As expected, it's something of very low value."
Magic stones are considered a form of hard currency for formal wizards in the wizarding world; however, at the Dawn Star level, they have long lost their core value.
Aside from a few special types, such as space stones containing spatial rules, fire magic stones of the fire element, and water magic stones of the water element, etc...
Ordinary magic stones are almost equivalent to insignificant consumables in the eyes of the Morning Star Wizard.
"This price... is just right for me."
Lynn no longer hesitated.
The next moment, his figure flashed, and his mental power directly touched the pouch.
A ripple, like water, suddenly spread across the surface of the capsule.
Then, his figure disappeared into it.
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A moment later, Lynn emerged from the pouch, a rare smile appearing on his face.
After wandering around for so long, this was the first time he had truly made a move at the Dark Wizards' Exchange Conference.
The cost, of course, is not small.
The magic stone reserves that the Spirit-Eyed Wizard had accumulated over two or three hundred years have now been almost completely wiped out, leaving less than one-tenth of them.
In return, all of these magic stones were replaced with Void Reflection Moss.
"At least we gained something; the trip wasn't a complete waste."
Lynn muttered to himself, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes, before turning his attention back to the floating pouches around him.
Moss reflecting the void is indeed a good thing, but it is ultimately a disposable item.
Once it's used up, it's gone forever.
What Lynn really wanted was something that could be used repeatedly and even benefit her in the long term.
For example, books, techniques, secret arts, or even a systematic theoretical framework used to aid in understanding the rules.
"But... these things are indeed quite expensive."
Lynn sighed inwardly, but did not give up.
"If I can't afford the complete copy, I'll try my luck and see if I can find a fragmented copy."
Once the thought was made up, his figure began to move again in the empty amniotic fluid, like a silent fish, shuttling among the densely packed sacs.
Secret techniques, books, and cultivation methods are not uncommon.
Without exception, they were all labeled in great detail, and the prices were also ridiculously high, so Lynn could only glance at them from afar before looking away.
But the incomplete items he was truly looking for never appeared.
Just when Lynn thought he might have to return empty-handed this time.
On the edge of the exchange meeting, in a rather deserted tatami room, a line of text suddenly caught his eye.
Books on the theme of rule-based perception
The labeling was extremely brief, even perfunctory.
What really caught Lynn's eye was the trading terms below.
"...Exchange the entire book for the world's origin from a rudimentary civilization?"
Lynn raised an eyebrow slightly, a doubt arising in his mind.
Books on the principles of rules and perception have always been a valuable resource for Morning Star Wizards in their training.
Even if it's an incomplete copy, it shouldn't be marked with just one line.
Compared to the surrounding naan bags with detailed descriptions and numerous entries, this naan bag stood out conspicuously, as if it were deliberately hiding something.
"Really?"
Lynn was wary, but did not turn and leave.
It would be such a waste if I came all this way and got nothing in return.
After a moment's thought, he no longer hesitated and his mental energy reached into the pouch.
The next moment, ripples spread out, and his figure disappeared into them, preparing to talk to the Morning Star Wizard inside the pouch and see what the other party actually held. (End of Chapter)
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