The space inside the pouch is not a fixed shape.
It's more like a material that can be shaped by one's will—sand, mud, wax, or even an unformed dream.
Anyone who enters can freely create the scene within using their mental power, as long as they wish.
At this moment, this bag appears extremely simple.
A simple table with a stool on each side; nothing else.
On one of the stools sat a man dressed in a black wizard's robe.
He was surrounded by a faint aura of ice elemental rules, clearly also influenced by the rules of the Bone Wasteland.
However, what truly struck people as unusual was not his attire or adherence to rules, but rather his level of understanding and character.
He is not the Morning Star Wizard.
The Bone Wasteland can indeed imbue entrants with the aura of rules, used to conceal their true cultivation path.
But it never and cannot forge the realm itself.
The difference in one's level of understanding can never be concealed by outward appearance.
Whether it's a sophisticated enchanted detector, the level of a sorcery shield, or even just a person's temperament and mental fluctuations, it's enough to make a judgment.
The Morning Star Wizard once truly received the gifts of the Wizarding World's origin.
That aura naturally surpasses that of any formal wizard, and even if one tries to conceal it, it is difficult to completely erase.
But the man before them had neither that unique Morning Star aura nor multiple layers of magical shields.
On the contrary, the magical shield that appeared around him was clearly visible, and there were only three layers.
This means that he was only a level three archmage.
At the Dark Wizards' Gathering, within the Void Wanderer's body, in this domain that should belong to the Morning Star Wizards, sat a Level 3 Archmage.
The man had long, flowing blond hair, deep-set and handsome features.
But a lingering sadness shrouded those pale blue eyes, as if something had been pressing down on their hearts for a long time.
His gaze fell on his wrist.
There, a purple bracelet was tied.
The man slowly probed into it with his spiritual energy, his voice extremely low, filled with undisguised concern:
"Tina...are you alright now?"
A weak and intermittent mental response quickly came from the purple bracelet.
It was a woman's voice, tired and hoarse, as if each response was a struggle to maintain her will.
"Cough...cough...I've forcibly suppressed it, and it shouldn't get worse in the short term..."
"Along the way, I kept burning my soul essence to barely shake off my pursuers and escape the territory of the Abyss Furnace..."
"Now that we've boarded the Wandering Spirit of the Wandering Lord... for the time being, we're safe."
Her voice paused slightly, as if she needed to gather her strength to continue speaking.
"Once the Dark Wizards' Conference concludes, we can follow the Voidwalkers and choose a place to leave from the next stop..."
"But before that..."
"Ideally, I can get what I need at the exchange meeting."
"Otherwise, my injury... won't last much longer."
The level-three archmage replied bitterly:
"Several Morning Star wizards have already come in and spoken with me."
“At first, they were all surprised by my level of expertise, and some even showed some interest... But once I actually presented the terms of the deal, they got up and left without hesitation.”
As he said this, the corners of his lips tightened slightly.
"There was no hesitation, no bargaining, and no intention of continuing the conversation."
After a brief silence, a suppressed cough came from the purple bracelet.
"Oh……"
Tina gave a cold laugh, but her laughter carried an undisguised weariness and sarcasm.
"I used to think that all black wizards were profit-driven people."
"As long as I can become stronger, I won't care how many people I offend..."
"Unexpectedly, in the end, they are still wary of the Rogers family."
Her voice gradually lowered, but it carried a hint of suppressed anger.
"If it were me in the past, I might have been proud of this surname."
"But now..."
She gave a soft hum, her disdain undisguised.
"I just want to get as far away as possible."
"Escape from them."
"Escape the Abyss Furnace".
"And then, with you, Hedley."
Hedley's fingers unconsciously tightened, gently stroking the purple bracelet, as if he could protect her in the palm of his hand.
His light blue eyes reflected an almost stubborn tenderness.
"We will definitely escape."
He spoke in a low voice, but his tone was unusually firm.
"Even the Rogers family can't stop us."
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Within the Black Wizard's domain, the four great furnaces are all colossal structures at the Radiant Moon level.
Within these top powers, over the long years, intricate factions and lineages have naturally emerged.
Some are based on a master-apprentice system.
For example, in Forgestone, the lineage between Hercules and the Grimm Wizards is clear and direct.
Others are families.
The Rogers family is one of the most prominent wizarding families within the Abyss Forge.
It's important to understand that even for powerful wizards, establishing and sustaining a wizarding family is incredibly difficult.
This is a restriction personally engraved into the origin of the wizarding world by those at the pinnacle, in order to prevent class solidification.
The birth of a wizard's aptitude is naturally uncontrollable.
Even the Morning Star Wizard cannot accurately determine whether his offspring possess wizarding talent.
But the world is never short of people who "exploit loopholes in the rules".
If a Morning Star Wizard is truly determined to establish a family, with his power, he could completely control a kingdom, or even several kingdoms.
He caused countless ordinary women to bear his offspring.
With the accumulation of a massive number of samples, it is not impossible for offspring with wizarding potential to be born.
However, this path is too cumbersome, inefficient, and extremely mentally taxing.
Therefore, the vast majority of Morning Star wizards choose a more "pure" path: taking on apprentices.
Just like Hercules.
This being, who stands at the pinnacle of the Morning Star realm and is only half a step away from the Crown of the Radiant Moon, has not established his own bloodline family.
Instead, they select truly exceptionally talented wizards and nurture them step by step, as a continuation of their own path.
However, Hercules did not do so because he was unwilling.
But not all Morning Star wizards in the world have such a choice.
Some people insist on establishing their own families.
The Rogers family is the most extreme, yet also the most successful, example of this.
The ancestor of the Rogers family was also a Morning Star Realm expert, just one step away from becoming a Radiant Moon Lord.
Moreover, unlike most Morning Star wizards, he was not content with "climbing alone".
Throughout the long history of the Rogers family, there has not only been one Morning Star Wizard.
On the contrary, the number of morning stars once even reached double digits.
However, the vast majority of them were either powerful outsiders who married into the Rogers family, or students personally trained by the patriarch who married women from the Rogers family.
In the true sense, there are only two Morning Stars who have grown from weakness to adulthood, have pure bloodlines, and have been personally nurtured by the family.
This is precisely why nurturing the descendants of Morning Star became the thing the Rogers family patriarch was most proud of throughout his life.
But now, one of them has disobeyed the ancestor's orders.
Despite everything, she chose to elope with a level three archmage and escape the Abyss Furnace.
This person is Tina Rogers.
She was once regarded as the future of the Rogers family and was a favored daughter of heaven, admired by countless wizards.
Now, however, he has become a traitor within the family, branded as a "wanted" individual, and relentlessly hunted down by the Rogers family.
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“Hedley…someone’s coming.”
Just then, Tina's voice suddenly rang out from the purple bracelet, her tone slightly tense.
Hedley's expression turned serious, his pale blue eyes instantly focused, and his sleeves fell naturally, completely concealing the purple bracelet.
The next moment, a fine ripple appeared inside the pouch.
A figure draped in a long black robe slowly stepped into the ripples.
The intense and condensed rules of fire element swirled around him, making no attempt to conceal them.
That steady and profound aura clearly indicated his level: a fourth-level Morning Star Wizard.
The newcomer was a handsome man with deep-set eyes and a composed demeanor.
Upon seeing Hadley, he paused slightly, then gave a faint, enigmatic smile.
This person was none other than Lynn, who had chosen to come in for a conversation.
"You're the trader?"
Lynn's gaze lingered on Hadley for a moment, his brow furrowing almost imperceptibly.
"Would the person behind you be willing to come out and meet us?"
His tone was calm, yet carried a sense of self-assured scrutiny.
In fact, it is not absolute whether a level three archmage can enter the Dark Wizards' Conference.
It would be almost impossible for an ordinary level three archmage to set foot in this place.
The fragments of rules remaining in the Bone Wasteland are not fatal to the Morning Star Wizard; they will only attach themselves to him.
Because their bodies already bear the permanent mark of a level four witchcraft, which is true rule-based witchcraft, enough to resist the erosion of these rule remnants.
But the third-level archmages are different.
Their permanent magical imprint remains at the level of formal wizards, essentially operating on energy factors rather than the power of rules.
If one ventures alone into the Wasteland of Bones, one will inevitably be pierced and obliterated by those disordered fragments of rules.
That's why Lynn's first words after stepping into the bag were not about making a deal.
Rather, they wanted to see the true Morning Star behind this Level 3 Archmage.
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Hedley was also a smart man.
Upon hearing these words, he was not angry at all; instead, he felt a chill run down his spine.
Because this visitor was concise and direct, he was most likely there to make a deal.
There were quite a few Morning Star wizards entering the bag today.
However, most of those people spoke tactfully, their words carrying a hint of probing, and their true desire to make a deal was not strong.
The Morning Star Wizard in front of them immediately demanded to see the Morning Star behind him.
That says it all.
He wasn't there to extract information; he wanted to negotiate with someone who truly held sway.
Hedley dared not be negligent and quickly spoke, his tone solemn:
"Senior, there is something I need to tell you beforehand."
"Um?"
Lynn raised an eyebrow slightly, her tone calm and composed.
"explain."
Hedley took a deep breath and quickly organized his words:
"What we are trading can indeed help wizards comprehend the power of rules."
"Its core is biased towards the rules of life types, but it also has a certain auxiliary effect on general rules such as earth, water, fire, and wind."
As soon as he said that, Lynn's heart stirred slightly.
The rules of life types are an extension of the rules of creation that he mastered when he advanced to level four.
Their compatibility was surprisingly good.
However, before he could think further, Hadley quickly added:
"However, this method has a limitation."
"It requires... a specific spiritual source as an aid."
At that moment, Lynn's expression suddenly darkened.
The origin of the spirit.
Restrictions.
Considering the fact that no one had redeemed it for so long, this doesn't seem like an ordinary secret technique at all.
"you mean……"
Lynn frowned slightly, his sharp gaze fixed on Hadley.
"Is this a secret family technique passed down through generations of a powerful clan?"
"If I am not a member of that family, how can I use it?"
This statement already carried a hint of retreat.
If it really involves family bloodlines and inheritance restrictions, he wouldn't mind turning around and leaving immediately.
But this secret technique just so happens to fit his path of rules too perfectly.
After a moment's hesitation, he suppressed his emotions and asked another question.
Seeing this, Hadley immediately responded, fearing the other party might leave:
"Don't worry, senior!"
"We will prepare the corresponding soul essence in advance to ensure that our predecessors can use it smoothly and without leaving any hidden dangers."
"oh?"
Upon hearing this, Lynn showed no joy; instead, his gaze grew even calmer.
The transaction hasn't even started yet, and the other party is already taking on so many preparation costs.
This in itself speaks volumes.
"So it seems..."
Lynn chuckled softly, his tone carrying a deeper meaning.
"The origin of this secret technique is probably quite extraordinary."
Hedley's heart tightened.
Now that things have come to this, there's no point in trying to cover it up anymore.
He gritted his teeth and finally broke through that thin layer of paper.
"good."
"This is... the Rogers family's secret technique."
The moment those words were spoken, the air inside the pouch seemed to freeze for a moment.
Almost all the Morning Star wizards who had entered before left without hesitation after hearing this name.
They didn't even have the interest to ask another question.
Hedley's gaze involuntarily fell on Lynn.
What choice will this Morning Star Wizard make next?
However, to Hedley's surprise, Lynn did not turn and leave.
His eyes narrowed slightly, his expression calm, showing neither shock nor fear that prompted him to immediately retreat.
"The Rogers family?"
Lynn looked slightly puzzled and asked directly.
After all, he hadn't been a Morning Star Wizard for very long, and he came from the Forgestone lineage.
He wasn't even fully familiar with the factions within the Forgestone, let alone the major families under other Forgestone powers in the Black Wizarding Territory.
The Rogers family of the Abyss Forge—this name was indeed unfamiliar to him.
Upon hearing this question, Hadley was taken aback at first, then his heart skipped a beat, and he was overjoyed.
Without hesitation, he pulled his sleeves up.
The purple bracelet glowed slightly, and a somewhat weak but deliberately calm female voice rang out:
"The Rogers family is a wizarding family located within the Abyss Forge."
"Created by the personal efforts of a being from the Morning Star Realm."
This is Tina.
Her decision to speak personally clearly indicates that she has made up her mind to lay all the cards on the table.
His words carried an unconscious tension.
The fact that this wizard didn't know anything about the Rogers family meant that he wasn't from the Abyss Forge.
This deal still has a chance of succeeding.
If this person is from the White Wizard faction, the success rate increases dramatically.
After all, once they return to the White Wizard's territory, the Rogers family will be powerless to stop them.
"The wizarding family that was established in the Dawnstar Extremity?"
Upon hearing this, Lynn immediately frowned.
At that moment, his first reaction was to leave.
He knew all too well what the Morning Star Extreme Realm meant.
Even at the level 5 perfection stage, Ilo could easily annihilate a level 4 mid-stage Spirit Eye Wizard.
He is currently only at the early stage of level four.
If the Rogers family patriarch really sets his sights on someone, it's not a deal, it's suicide.
No matter how good a secret technique is, you still need to be alive to use it.
Lynn's hesitation was clearly noticed by Tina and Hadley.
Their hearts sank at the same time, but they did not give up.
Of all the Morning Star wizards who entered the pouch, only this one did not turn away immediately upon hearing "the Rogers family."
This is their closest chance to success to date.
Tina took a deep breath and spoke again, her speech quickening, but she tried her best to remain calm:
“Stranger wizard, if you’re worried about being hunted down by the Rogers family, I can tell you this clearly…”
"The Rogers family is currently undertaking a dimensional expedition."
"Most of the family's main force is stuck on the battlefield in another world."
"There will be no large-scale return of forces to their homeland for at least the next fifty years."
She paused briefly, then added, her tone full of meaning:
"And you should know very well how expensive family secret techniques like those of the Rogers family are under normal circumstances."
"The reason it is so cheap now... is not a problem with the secret technique itself, but with its origin."
Having said that, Tina said no more.
The choice has been handed over to the other party.
If he were willing to take the risk, the fifty-year gap would be enough for him to obtain the secret technique and flee to another place, hiding his whereabouts.
If he feared the Rogers family name, then she had nothing to say. (End of Chapter)
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