The 24,726-year memory of the "Sky Scholar" Vedrasia Zakas was over, and by the time of the final battle, he had reached a full forty-two levels of casting, the legendary Morning Star.

In the last stage of his memory, Vedraxia reluctantly glanced at the plane of Faeron, which had lived for 10,000 years, and it had been nearly three thousand years since the destruction of the "Distant Sky City" during this time period, and few mages of the new generation still knew that such an inconspicuous floating city existed in history.

But until the "final battle" came, Vedrashia still couldn't forget the city of war that came from his teacher, and he couldn't forget the floating city where he lived since he was a child and said a lot of things.

This was the end of Vedrashia's memory, and as the archalist faded away from the astral plane, the punk's consciousness slowly detached from the false shell.

Finally, in a dark space, Vedrasia's figure turned and looked directly into Punk's eyes.

The old man, who was full of vicissitudes of life, wore a stardust robe he had made, and he moved his fingers with a punk movement that was unusually familiar, and then asked in a deep voice:

"Inheritor, do you know what Netherel is?"

"I don't think it's a civilization, it's a spirit."

Punk looked indifferently at Vedrashia's face.

For 24,000 years, Punk has seen the magnificent Netherrell civilization that has only existed in legends for a long time, like watching a long first-person movie.

It was a splendid existence beyond the imagination of the world, with thousands of floating cities rampaging across the multiverse, and billions of planes being conquered and ruled by Nethriel's spellcasters. Millions of stories tall and towering in the midst of the magnificent city, the streets are as prosperous as New York on Earth.

In the state of war, Netherel is an unreasonable terrifying beast, the brilliant magic brilliance is easily woven into nine-colored spider webs on the battlefield, all the creatures who dare to resist are bombarded into ashes by the boundless magic cannon fire of the floating city, the terrifying destructive power easily tears apart a plane that is larger than the sun, and the divine heavens that the gods think are solid are turned into powder one after another!

In terms of knowledge, the great arcanes of Netherel have never stopped learning and innovating even a minute or a second, they have not only studied the laws of the universe thoroughly, but have even bypassed the laws of the universe to build their own world, even the lowest magic models have been deduced by countless insightful geniuses to deduce millions of improved versions, and the magic models that have been handed down to this day are all the most perfect model constructions without exception.

This is the glorious Netheriel, who makes the multiverse tremble, trampling the gods high under his feet, the gods block and kill the gods, and the Buddhas block and kill the Buddhas, until today, after countless years of destruction, it is still possible to make the gods who hear this name as if they were cats and mice.

Punk followed the "Space Scholar" Grand Master Vedracia through a full life of Netheril, and he did not feel anything like many current spellcasters. In the memory of 24,000 years, Punk saw not only the magnificent and majestic magical civilization, but also the thing hidden behind this magical civilization that supports the continuous progress of each spellcaster, that is, the spirit of Netheriel.

The core of Netheriel's spirit is actually very simple, it is eight big words - do whatever it takes!

How, doesn't it sound as boring, vulgar and old-fashioned as some second-rate scripts on the planet?

Wrong!

Among the 24,000 years of Vedrashia's memory, one of the most impressive memories of Punk is the words of Vedrashia's mentor Hassan, the "Flame of the Sky", when he solemnly accepted his three students.

He said in the loudest voice, full of murderous intent, to the three students who swore that they would do their best to chase the dream of the Great Olympian Master:

"Little ghost, you............ Is there a misunderstanding............ Do you think that the spirit of Netherel is just a sentence............ Is it so simple for a child to chase his dreams like a child?

No, it's not, it can't be, absolutely not!

The real Netheril, in order to pursue his dreams, whether it is bloody or lonely, whether it is humiliated or emotional, will unswervingly and unwaveringly! No matter what predicament he is in, no matter how hard he has to try, no matter what sacrifice he has to accept............ Even if you want to slaughter your companions, kill your loved ones, betray your trust, destroy all things, and endure endless loneliness!

You ......... naïve little ghost! Can you do it!"

At that time, Vedracia, including the punks who watched all this seriously, were shocked fiercely.

On this day, Hassan showed the essence of Netherel as a spellcaster, and the true profit supremacy of "chasing dreams at all costs" in the sun.

It's not something that dies at the sight of the light, but the existence that even the sun has to retreat from, and it is the source of the motivation for the Netherel civilization to never stop and never care about sacrifice.

This is the spirit of Netheriel, the naked interest, the supreme interest called the dream.

That's right, dreams are never as beautiful as people say, they are actually a very cruel and cruel thing from beginning to end, blood and madness are not enough to describe it, only when you truly become an unscrupulous dreamer, can you understand how strong Netherre's spirit is, and how ...... it is The power of madness!

Punk didn't answer Vedrashia's question, and what stood in front of him now was just a preset memory, and he didn't really need to give any answer.

Vedracia obviously didn't care about the heir's answer, he just twitched the stiff old face and smiled, and then said to himself as if he was savoring:

"My Netherel is coming to an end, everything here is gone, and ...... It's your time to create your own ...... The splendor of Netheril"!

After speaking, Vedrashia's figure slowly turned into countless blue points of light and dissipated, and the punk stood in the midst of this dotted blue fireworks, very peaceful and natural, very natural, and very naturally answered:

"That empty Pride is my dream, and the moment I step forward, I am a real Netheril!"