Ever since she stepped into the wizard's path, Mebis has found herself indifferent to life, as if all life in the world except herself is nothing more than the dust of the mortal past, incomparably small and incomparably fragile.

He is well aware of the consequences that arise when the individual completely transcends the group, and he will inevitably follow this path in the future.

Because, the wizard is immortal.

Whether in ancient times or in modern times, this system of truth-seeking has never collapsed, and all the aliens tremble under it, and may have suffered defeat at some point, but the sorcerers have not absorbed enough knowledge and madness, and have smashed the contemptuous heads of their opponents with the power of sparks, defending their supreme prestige.

。。。

In the dark room, a faint oil wick reflected the cheeks of the young man Bai Zheruyu, and after destroying the corpse, he put on a black robe, like an ordinary passer-by silently left, rented a lonely room, and checked the stolen goods.

"The 'Wind and Smoke Group Dance Technique' is actually only a first-level basic technique, so it should be the same source as the Qi Compression Technique."

The young man remembered that Hawkeye might have crossed paths with them, and that perhaps they had explored a peripheral ruin together, obtained certain items from it, and ended up cheapening Mebis all of them.

Then he checked the storage space of the rest of the people, but apart from the basic magic stones and bits and pieces, there were very few things of value, except for some indescribable things, and there were only a few theoretical books that were missing pages and broken chapters.

"Poverty is indeed the number one factor that restricts the development of wizards."

The young man couldn't help but sigh when he thought of the gap between the Eagle Eye of the Rotten Spirit Swamp and these wild wizards.

"The next step is to put together the unknown stone chips."

There are many relics or laboratories left by powerful wizards in the wizarding world, scattered in the rugged and hidden places of the continent, which contain infinite wealth.

Everything about the ruins is unknown, and it may leave you with a lot of money in it, or it can leave you empty-handed, and the most unfortunate thing is to embrace it and sleep forever.

Holding back his excitement, he slowly approached four identical stone shards together.

As soon as the fracture of the stone splinter touched the other equal, it drew together like a magnet and made a soft popping sound, and just after the young man had all joined them to form a perfect round stone flake.

A sudden and intense feeling of weightlessness enveloped his entire body.

"Space Teleportation!!"

He instantly remembered this experience that almost killed him at the beginning, and he never thought that the function of the round stone chip was actually a miniature teleportation array, and the trigger condition was only merged?

Before he had time to calm down and think, the squeezing sensation brought by the teleportation to him quickly increased again, as if he was about to be put to death, although the body that had been greatly improved after several times of food enhancement was not damaged, but the feeling of compression from the outside to the inside made Mebeis feel extremely depressed.

I couldn't help but close my eyes and half-squat, waiting for its teleportation to end, and as the pressure stopped rising, the progress of spatial teleportation suddenly stopped as if it had reached a critical point.

When the half-crouching young man noticed it, he was no longer in the dark inn, but in a familiar place.

Void Realm.

Overhead, the sky was full of stars, but there was no sun, but it still looked mysterious and bright. This place is more like a broken template than the missing realm that Mebis has.

Because at a glance, it is only a small area, and it is not at all as vast as the Yuanmai Plain can see.

The young man wandered cautiously and observed.

Under the faint starlight, there was only a black gravel field, and there was no sound of living creatures everywhere, and the slightest wind turbulence came from the cracks, making the area even more desolate and lonely.

Quietly turning on the spiritual rhythm, the cautious young man walked in small steps, looking for clues left by the ruins.

"That's..?"

He had barely crossed a small hill when Mebis spotted a vague structure in front of him, standing alone on a small black stone splinter.

The young man approached slowly, and did not rush in like a hungry jackal, but circled around its perimeter several times, and when he found that there was no general danger, he leaned back and tensed his body, and there was a slight sudden symptom that made it convenient for him to turn around and flee immediately.

After all, a small life matters, after all, only by surviving can you have the capital to enjoy wealth.

A small windmill house was clearly visible to the young man.

The four solid timber blades of the gale rotated clockwise without the wind, and the eaves stood in a triangular upright, with regular squares underneath, not unlike what he had seen in the countryside of the Ash Continent.

Exhaling slightly, the young man pushed open the seemingly unlocked wooden door under the windmill house.

"Squeak.."

There was a creepy sound from the rotten door panels, and in the darkness, Mebes vaguely felt something murmuring, but when he lit the candle, he found that the small space was empty.

"My delusion?"

Slightly surprised, he was attracted by the contents of the hut.

In the bright light, there was only a round wooden table that took up almost all of the space, and only two things were placed on it.

A two-thumb-thick parchment book was pressed with a translucent crystal bead.

When he took the crystal ball, he saw dense crooked words, and the faint feeling of dizziness couldn't help but startle him, and he quickly calmed down his spiritual consciousness.

"It should be some kind of ancient script."

He had vaguely read in a certain book that some ancient texts had the characteristics of special carrying power, and wizards who were not strong in spirit would have all kinds of abnormal symptoms at a glance, and even some mortals who had not intentionally touched it collapsed and died because of this.

"But my spirit cloud.."

As if thinking of something, Mebes looked at the strange book with fear, but then chuckled and tuckled it into her storage ring, then focused on the crystal beads.

He stretched out his mental tentacles and reached out towards the ordinary-looking crystal orb.

In a trance, there were many more mystical magic models and some unknown understandings in his own sea of knowledge, and he probably glanced to the side, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but evoke a bitter smile.

"Inherit the crystal ball, the pulse of qi, the ancient wizard."

As I thought, this is a wizard's legacy.

"Only those who have been abandoned by the world consciousness can step into the ancient witch vein of qi."

Judging from the inheritance memory, without his underlying physical factors, the four guiding stone tablets would not have teleported, but would have split apart again, escaping into the void to wait for the next suitable candidate.

The 'insulator' turned out to be an existence spurned by the world's consciousness? Mebis looked strange and thought of the food demons in her body, maybe there is an inseparable connection between the two, but she is not able to understand it for the time being.

"Qi Induction Meditation Method, Energy Storage Blast, True Air Marks....."

And the inheritance memory ball transmitted a large number of complete spells about qi witches, and the young man vaguely felt that these were enough to reach the end of the second-level wizard by himself, if he could.

'Kela'

The crystal ball held in both hands suddenly shattered from the center and turned into a useless puddle of powder stone and sprinkled on the ground.

Seeing this, he did not linger long, but scraped again in the hut, and at last when he noticed that there was nothing left, he took out the round stone chips that had brought him.

There is no record of this object in the engram, it is roughly a rune vessel engraved with teleportation coordinates, and at the moment he urged his spiritual power to return to the real world.

The young man's attention was completely focused on the inheritance materials he had obtained, but he did not notice that a crack appeared faintly in the cobblestone fragment in his hand that was densely covered with mystical patterns, and it gathered and expanded as he opened the teleportation circle.