Chapter 1134 I am Breeding Itself!
In the Cloud Marsh Wetlands, Thomas Lyssen's avatar appeared in the Rose Town of the Rose Council.
He stood in front of a flower shop, waiting for someone, and casually bought some Peach Snow Mountain Roses. The champagne-colored roses looked warm and soft, like a snow-capped mountain covered in peach blossoms, appearing to have been exquisitely cultivated.
The wizard Thomas casually took out a vase, then a pair of scissors, and cut open the twenty S-
grade, one-ring magical plants, Peach Snow Mountain Roses. The flower language master in the florist's expression changed slightly upon seeing this, because those twenty Peach Snow Mountain Roses were worth 2 million magic stones, a top-tier bouquet. If arranged by a flower language master, they could become a fine magical bouquet, useful in various occasions. He had initially thought the
old wizard before him was a flower language master, otherwise why would he directly buy such expensive single magical rose plants? However, judging from the other party's technique, he was clearly a novice, extremely clumsy. The opponent's technique was so poor that it was simply a waste of the plants.
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The flower language master immediately dissuaded him, "Wait, wizard, your method is wrong. The stem of the flower does need to be cut, but you must avoid blunt force. Blunt force will damage the vascular bundles of the cut flower, and the cut flower will die very quickly. You must use a sharp pair of scissors
to cut at an angle. This is common sense." "Oh dear, why are you using a regular pair of scissors? Handling cut flowers requires special scissors and special training. Flower language masters may seem like just a branch of breeders, but over time, many different professional standards and knowledge have developed."
"Stranger, your operation is really improper, ruining good things."
The flower language master recognized that the old man was an excellent breeder.
The old wizard looked up and glanced at the flower language master with surprise. "Don't worry about whether my movements are standard or not."
"Because I am breeding science itself."
"Every action I take is a new standard for breeding science."
The second-circle flower language master of the Rose Council was dumbfounded. He saw the old man place twenty peach blossoms in a vase. The twenty peach blossoms were not damaged at all. Instead, they emitted a faint magical glow like snow-capped mountains. The temperature in the air suddenly dropped a bit. His impatience suddenly calmed down a third in front of this bouquet of peach blossoms.
"How could that be? Without training, how could a breeder quickly master the ability to create bouquets and express flower meanings—a skill possessed only by flower language masters?"
The second-ring flower language master, Jack Hawthorne, took a half-step back.
Who was this person?
Who could so arrogantly claim to be the very essence of breeding, and who could so quickly master the core abilities of a flower language master?
A second person entered the garden. This person walked into the flower shop, then smirked. It was the Rose Throne. She wore a wizard's robe woven from patterns of a hundred kinds of roses, like a fairy of a hundred flowers. On her left shoulder, however, was embroidered a single Hundred Demon Rose. The rose is the queen of flowers in the Rosa genus.
The Hundred Demon Rose is the symbol of this generation's Rose Throne.
"Professor Thomas Lyssen, you are one of the wizards who define the truth of breeding science, so please don't frighten this poor disciple."
"You've finally arrived. I've been waiting for you here for a long time."
"Jack Hawthorne, you've made great progress recently; I can feel it from these magical bouquets you've created. That's good. Basic skills are still necessary for us wizards, but for some wizards, their very existence is the discipline of breeding science. They can break the rules, because those who forge ahead always like to break the old order."
Thomas Lyssen's avatar smiled. "Anna, I feel like you're targeting me."
"Never mind."
"I need you to advance to the fourth ring as soon as possible and join my lineage to support it."
Thomas Lyssen said, "In the vast battlefield of the Starfield Sea, in this wider world, I need more assistance. I'm vying with a worthy breeder for the right to define breeding science."
The Rose Throne's expression was solemn, for this was a topic worthy of serious consideration.
A smile appeared on Thomas Lyssen's face. "Let's move on from such serious matters and talk about something lighter. Anna, your study of flower language is quite different from mysticism. It utilizes the relationship between rose-like magical plants and humans and magical creatures, and uses the large amounts of enchanted spells secreted by these plants to influence the spiritual energy within living beings. This creates a temporary mystical meaning—that's the language of flowers—through the relationship between humans and flowers." "
However, because this special mystical meaning is relatively short-lived and fragile, without resolving this issue, this discipline will never become a secondary discipline. This is the upper limit of its development, even at the theoretical stage."
"Leaving aside other things," Thomas Lysson said,
"A wizard with this line of thinking is indeed worthy of respect."
"A wizard who hasn't studied the science of spirit energy to a certain extent would certainly not realize that within the enchanting school's spell model, there are many spells that can influence the changes and states of spirit energy, let alone the special nature of rose-type magical plants."
The Rose Throne said, "Teacher is absolutely right. However, this isn't my discovery, but rather the discovery of a fourth-ring wizard from the Rose Council." "
In the process of evolution, rose-type magical plants are extremely dependent on the help of intelligent beings. In this process, they spontaneously developed spells that secrete a large amount of enchanting school-style, natural magical energy components. Therefore, among plants, rose-type magical plants are the most unique." "
In order to obtain the help of intelligent beings, the flowers evolved from rose-type magical plants unconsciously want to help the intelligent beings living nearby. This is the theoretical foundation of the language of flowers. It's a good article; if Teacher is interested, I'll have my students print it out for you, or even fetch the original."
Thomas Lysson sensed the Rose Throne's extreme enthusiasm for him. "Let's forget about the original. What we value is knowledge; what does it matter if it's original or not?"
In the laboratory of the Saffron Peach Garden, Trajan had already left.
Locke saw two second-ring wizards and three star-ring wizards standing before him.
Among them was an old acquaintance, the former leader of Group Six, Celtic Group Leader.
There was also a second-ring wizard he had met during his defense of the True Knowledge Institute's Special Fund. He didn't recognize the other three, but they were presumably members of the Catherine witch lineage.
Celtic Wizard raised his hand to greet Locke. "Locke, cough cough, I was fired from my previous job because I consistently failed to meet the requirements of Mount Golden Crown, so His Majesty the Throne assigned me to work for you. By the way—"
The Celtic wizard picked up his clock and said, "You're late again. Three minutes and one second late."
"When we first met, you were only a few seconds late. Now you're a full three minutes late. But—that's a privilege of the Moon Ring Grand Wizard, isn't it?"
Locke and the Celtic wizard exchanged a glance. Locke thought back to his first meeting with the Celtic leader, when he had just entered Mount Golden Crown and left the Six Towers Land of Wizards.
A faint smile appeared on Locke's face, and when the Celtic wizard saw Locke's smile, he immediately smiled even more relaxed and sincerely.
Locke nodded to the Celtic wizard and said, "Celtic leader, I trust your work ability. So, has the Sixth Group been replaced?"
The Celtic wizard was a little embarrassed. "I'm no longer a group leader. I couldn't stay at Golden Crown Mountain anymore. Fortunately, the Throne gave me one last option. She thought that if I worked for you, you might be willing to let me stay." "
The current Sixth Group is managed by a new Star Ring Wizard."
Locke nodded.
"In my heart, you will always be my group leader, Mr. Celt. After all, I received your help when I first entered Golden Crown Mountain."
The other four wizards, who were unaware of the specific relationship between Locke and Celt, suddenly understood after hearing their words, and immediately resolved in their hearts not to offend Wizard Celt, otherwise they would find it difficult to survive under Locke in the future. The second
-ring wizard who had participated in the special grant extended his hand to Locke and said, "Wizard Locke, I wonder if you still remember me? I am Wizard Gordon." "
My teacher asked me to come and help you with your work."
"My teacher said that you could give me some guidance in the field of breeding."
Locke nodded slightly to him. "Let's progress together."
The remaining three Star Ring Wizards then introduced themselves: Lix, West, and Wood. Locke sensed their magical pressure and discovered they were all Star Ring Wizards with over 25,000 magical pressure, and all under thirty years old. In other words, this was likely the most outstanding group of Star Ring Wizards within the Catherine Witchcraft lineage. It
was probably for this reason that Catherine the Witch had entrusted them to him.
West seemed to be the leader of this small group of three. He proactively extended his hand to shake Locke's, his eyes filled with admiration, but also with pride and confidence.
"Hello, Wizard Locke. I've long admired your reputation, but it's a real pity I've never met you.
I'm West Mario, working in the Golden Crown School's academic system. I'm also a student of Professor Catherine. This is Lix Mario, my cousin; we're cousins." "
This is Mr. Wood, a good friend of the two of us, also working in the Golden Crown School's academic system. The three of us will be following you from now on."
Wood and Lix extended their hands, warmly shaking hands with Locke.
Locke quickly compiled information on the five people. The Celtic wizard was an old acquaintance; he figured it was because the Celtic wizard was about to leave Golden Crown School, but his teacher thought he had the advantage of familiarity, hence placing him in his team.
The Gordon wizard was working in the True Knowledge Institute's system; clearly, his teacher intended for him to stay. Therefore, the Celtic wizard needed projects to apply for higher-level grants.
He was under pressure to leave.
The Mario brothers and Wood formed a small group, clearly among their teacher's top students in the Star Ring Wizarding lineage, aside from students like Zeno and a few others. They were considered the most talented, belonging to the second tier. However, their teacher intended for these three to assist him while simultaneously improving their own abilities to strengthen the next generation of wizards in their lineage.
The teaching qualification exams at Golden Crown Mountain seemed extremely rigorous.
There appeared to be annual requirements, and failure to meet them consistently could result in reassignment or even dismissal.
Therefore, these three were deeply committed to achieving results.
Locke nodded and said to the five, "Currently, our group needs to tackle two projects. The first is the Pure Magic Plant Wizard Robe. The second is the Sky-Facing Red Pepper."
The five wizards looked surprised.
These two projects sounded so complex and difficult; they couldn't even manage one, let alone two.
The Celtic wizard asked Locke, "Group Leader Augustine, each of these projects is far more difficult than the research our original Group Six was doing. Our Group Six only does research that, with effort, is bound to produce something. But these two projects seem to exceed the level of ordinary research; it seems like failing them would be a bottomless pit yielding nothing."
"Sounds very difficult,"
Locke said, clearly pleased that the Celtic wizard addressed him as "Group Leader." His words showed that the wizard had adopted the right attitude and helped him establish his position within the research group.
Locke replied, "It is difficult. Otherwise, I wouldn't have done it."
"Although it's difficult, I still hope to see results as soon as possible. I want to complete these two projects within the group this year.
"
Upon hearing this, the Celtic wizard, who had only been saying it was difficult but was actually just trying to pave the way for Locke, was dumbfounded. Gordon's eyes widened, and his heart skipped a beat. He had just passed the first-class grant and was then fortunate enough to be selected to join Locke Augustine's research group. Was Mr. Augustine going to tackle such difficult problems right away?
Two of them, no less.
The Mario brothers, who had been waiting and observing, exchanged a glance. If this could be accomplished, just how advanced would Locke Augustine's magical research be?
The Mario brothers and Wood Wizard were also half-believing, half-doubting, not daring to completely believe it, thinking that Locke might be painting a rosy picture of the future for them.
Locke took out pre-printed materials and distributed them to the wizards, saying, "You can take these materials back and read them carefully."
"I'll give you three days to read all the materials, and then we'll begin our formal work."
Mario and Wood took the materials, and the three of them quickly read through the two sets of documents together. From the materials, they could discern Locke's ambition and his desire for the two markets. Once completed, they could enter the wizard robe market and take a further step in the wizard shoe market.
Locke said, "Right now, restoring the Heavenly Red Pepper is the priority. For many reasons, as you may have heard, we need to deal with the pressure from the Rose School."
Wizard West Mario nodded and said, "Yes, the Rose School puts a lot of pressure on us. The research direction of my previous research group was also squeezed by the Rose School, which led to the bankruptcy of that research group and the reorganization of our research group."
West said, "Previously, our research group mainly focused on discovering the compound toxins of nightshade magical plants. It was originally a field with little competition, but since the Rose School's malicious intervention in the competition, the cost of the laboratory has been getting higher and higher. This has led to—"
Locke nodded and said, "Well, many research groups were already doing their work rather poorly. As soon as outsiders enter this field to compete, they will immediately be unable to continue. But in the end, this is just because they already had problems, and external factors have only accelerated the process."
Locke thought for a moment and judged, "Most of the research groups that will disband due to the pressure from the Rose School are those that already have huge problems, but they didn't show these problems before because there was no competition."
Wizard West blushed slightly.
Wizard Lix was quite dissatisfied, but hesitated, unable to say anything.
Wizard Lix couldn't help but argue. "Lord Augustine, our research group hasn't even gotten on track yet. At the moment when we need funding most, we've encountered an attack from an enemy academic faction. You—"
West coughed, giving Lix a warning look to stop him from arguing further.
He shook his head slightly.
Lix could only bow to Locke. "I apologize, Lord Augustine, I forgot I'm one of your team members."
"Then everything must start afresh."
Wizard West looked at the documents in his hand, frowned slightly, and then said to Locke, "Lord Locke, we will read the documents as soon as possible. Do you have any further requests?"
Locke looked at Wizard West with appreciation. Faced with what could be considered a very difficult request, although he could tell West didn't quite agree, he was still willing to do it, which already demonstrated his professionalism.
Locke had just openly and frankly assessed the problems within the current academic lineage. He knew that while his assessment was objective, it might trigger sensitivities in others, such as suspicions that he harbored ill will towards him. However, he spoke out to convey a message to these five individuals:
his style.
He managed the team with high transparency, expecting them to produce results.
There were no favoritism or other selfish motives.
Furthermore, Locke believed his assessment was quite objective. Most of the wizards in the Red Dragon lineage, currently struggling due to the Rose lineage's influence, inherently possessed significant problems.
Blaming external factors was easy, painless, and readily accepted, but it made it difficult to uncover the true internal causes.
Locke knew these five were a team assigned to him by the witch Catherine, different from the previous investigation team.
The investigation team was, at best, a temporary group.
This research group, comprised of these five wizards, would become a relatively stable team for him in the medium term. In other words, he needed to consider how to build a strong team around them. Moreover, given the time constraints and the presence of external enemies, he also needed to consider how to accelerate team integration.
Therefore, a highly transparent management style—saying whatever comes to mind and prioritizing the final outcome—would be preferable.
Maintaining so-called friendships with these individuals and forming internal factions would conflict with his interests and be inconsistent with his style.
Factionalism is something only incompetent and unambitious managers would engage in.
Currently, the wizards in his group each have their own goals, and he needs to find common ground and establish a shared objective for the team to function effectively; otherwise, they will only be a burden.
The investigation team is completely obedient to his commands. Initially, because they were all low-ring wizards, and the two star-ring wizards weren't entirely under his control, they formed a group centered around him after encountering dark wizards and facing danger in Despair Valley, working together towards a common goal.
However, the investigation team is like a battlefield, while his research group is in the rear. Therefore, even if decisions are flawed or some members disobey him, the consequences are unlikely to be immediate. Moreover, the biggest problem with basic research is the difficulty in ensuring these wizards maintain their output through external pressure.
The reason is simple: one can't simply kill, punish, or expel someone for incompetence.
Since this team was given to him by his teacher, his personnel authority isn't entirely complete. Therefore,
managing this team effectively tests his leadership skills.
At this moment, Lix, the younger brother of the Mario brothers, whispered to Wizard Wood, "These two projects are too difficult, and there are two of them, not just one. We need to get them started soon; isn't that a bit too hasty?" Wizard Wood responded in a
low voice, albeit more tactfully. "I don't think I can handle it. Let's worry about that for now and just do as Team Leader Locke asks. We'll follow the team leader's instructions for now."
As a second-circle wizard, Gordon found the data overwhelming, as if countless stars were before his eyes.
He had never dealt with such a complex project before.
The Celtic wizard meticulously flipped through the reference book, though somewhat mechanically. Locke judged from his speed that he probably didn't understand it, merely repeating the process, as his speed remained constant regardless of the number of words per page. It was
simply that the Celtic wizard had achieved a high level of proficiency in appearing diligent at work.
Locke told the five test-takers, "After reviewing the materials, each of you will write me a proposal for one project. Remember, not a reading reflection, but rather your supplements to my research plan after reviewing the materials. I highly value your abilities and hope you can write a good proposal." The
five test-takers immediately felt the pressure. Locke didn't want them to quickly finish reading the materials and get started; he also required each of them to write a proposal.
However, while they felt the pressure, they also sensed Locke's trust in their abilities, and thus, they began to work with renewed enthusiasm.
Locke scanned the laboratory; this 500-acre area of magic fields was the experimental land specially granted to Zizhu's research group by the witch Yelingjielina.
In a region like Golden Crown Mountain where land is incredibly valuable, the number of acres of magic fields has always been a problem. With these 500 acres of high-quality magic fields, this problem is clearly solved.
The quality of the magic fields here is very high; they can easily grow second-ring magic plants without any pressure, even without needing extra nutrient soil.
Locke decided to move the magic plants from the makeshift laboratory in Zizhu's dormitory to this area today.
Locke said to the five wizards, "I have other things to attend to. Where is my office?"
The Celtic wizard immediately replied, "Group Leader Augustine, yes, this laboratory has a three-story public building. There are many rooms inside. But I've already reserved the largest, best-lit office for you."
"I'll take you there."
The four wizards watched Celtic and Locke's departing figures with complex expressions.
Gordon the wizard grumbled, "Your third test group is a small team. Celtic has connections with Group Leader Locke, but it turns out I'm the only orphan in the group." "No, I don't seem to need to worry about that. The group leader seems like the kind of wizard who only cares about achieving results. He doesn't care about anything else."
"He didn't even ask me how many years I've been at the Institute of Truth,"
said West, the eldest of the Mario brothers. "Now I'm worried he's too focused on results. Group Leader Locke's two goals are too big and too urgent. I don't know if they can be achieved."
"But it's alright, the group leader is a very capable wizard. Having high ambitions isn't a problem; we can always change course. Our research group isn't big, small boats are easy to turn around,"
Wood the wizard suddenly interjected. "But I have a terrible suspicion: what if the group leader is serious, and he can actually do it?"
At this, the fourth test group fell silent.
At this moment, Lix, the second of the Mario brothers, picked up the data with a wry smile. "Stop joking. The team leader can do it, but we can't."
"Wood, do you have the ability?"
In the office, Locke sat in his chair, letting out a soft breath. "I never thought I'd be sitting in this position on Mount Golden Crown."
"Becoming a core test subject of a research group."
When Locke looked up, he saw a Dark Power Gem on his desk.
The gem was as black as jade, like a piece of graphite.
Locke was stunned. "Was it that Grand Test subject who accepted the bet?"
"Adding the Light Power Gem sent from the Starfield Sea after the competition, and the small set of Power Gems I got from the research institute, it seems I've collected a complete set of Power Gems."
—
Locke placed ten Power Gems in front of him.
The ten Power Gems resonated with each other, floating in mid-air, exuding a powerful energy.
Locke waved his hand, instantly interrupting the energy evolution, and the ten gems fell back into his astral ring. "With ten Power Gems, I can accelerate the evolution of a Three-Hole World. However, I remember that a complete set of Power Gems can elevate a world by one level, directly upgrading it to a Great World."
Locke's brow twitched.
So, all he needed to do was collect one Acceleration Treasure that could speed up the growth of a Three-Hole World from a medium-sized world to a medium-to-large-sized world, and he could then use the complete set of Power Gems to upgrade the Three-Hole World to a Great World.
Locke's heart leaped with excitement at the thought.
Great World resources are extremely scarce, even for a Three-Ring Wizard, it's a considerable fortune. The contenders are either Three-Ring Wizards or veteran Sun-Ring Wizards. At least in rare cases, due to fortuitous discoveries, an ordinary Sun-Ring Wizard might be able to monopolize a Great World.
In any case, a Saint-Ring Wizard would trade the world to a High-Ring Wizard.
Developing a world often bankrupts a wizard, and the larger the world, the greater the investment required to utilize it effectively.
Douglas is currently helping him oversee the mining of spirit essence in the Three Caverns World.
He's already considered a relatively resourceful wizard; if he encountered a poorer one, developing the Three Caverns World alone would be enough to bankrupt him.
Locke's expression shifted slightly. "If I could have a Great World beforehand, that would be ideal. Even if I can't develop it now, I can develop it slowly. The Three Caverns World is closely integrated with my half-body; I'm practically half a Three Caverns World. If the Three Caverns World grows into a Great World, the sudden expansion of magic pressure will cause me to lose absolute control over that Great World." "
But as long as the magic spreads quickly, I think the problem shouldn't be too big. So, recently I need to pay attention to those treasures that can accelerate the world's level upgrade. If the complete set of Power Gems is only used to accelerate the Three Caverns World to a medium-sized scale, it would be too wasteful. After all, this is something I gambled on with a fellow wizard, and it's what we got."
Locke didn't dare to be complacent; many wizards in the wizarding world have only managed to collect a complete set of Power Gems, and now he has one.
"It feels like it was delivered right into my hands. No, no, no, I can't think like that. My bet with the Good and Evil faction is a low-probability event."
Locke sensed something was wrong. "Wait a minute. Only a wizard who doesn't care about me would think it's a low-probability event. But based on my self-confidence at the time, I thought the bet with the Good and Evil faction was a high-probability event. And the reward from the Eastern Boundary District Tournament Committee just happens to be the last power gem I'm missing." "On
the contrary, the small eight-piece set from the research institute should be fine."
The small eight-piece set is relatively common.
Apian in the Golden Dynasty has one.
"Never mind. These high-ring wizards' schemes are getting deeper and deeper. There's no point in me thinking about it. Besides, I might just be overthinking."
Locke sat in his office chair, opening a magic book containing the recipe for a blue potion. Currently, he could only refine blue potions at most.
His next goal was a gold potion.
Locke closed the magic book and then took the jade slip given to him by the sea nymph. "It's time to solve the problems of the Mountain and River World."
Locke vanished from his spot.
The next moment, he appeared above a white cloud, with lightning flashing overhead. Streaks of bright red lightning enveloped Locke's head. The situation here was now much worse. If before the Mountain and River World had at least a place to breathe, now it was filled with the planes of the newly established world. The
Mountain and River World was like a fish out of its pond, only able to survive in the intermittent water droplets on the muddy ground.
At this moment, the Mountain and River World was only the size of an ordinary tree, clearly having absorbed a considerable amount of its planes of existence during this period.
Upon seeing Locke, Shan Chuan Ke was initially hesitant, but then he burst into tears of joy. "Locke, you've finally come! Help! I'm about to be devoured by Gang Dingdi! Gang Dingdi is now completely a god of the Persepolis gods!"
Gang Dingdi, clad in cold armor, walked through the sky. "Shut up, Shan Chuan Ke."
"I will soon ascend to the upper realm as a god of war, becoming a supreme god. How dare you lower gods obstruct my path?"
Shan Chuan Ke suddenly realized something and said to Locke, "Locke, hmm? How did you become a Ring-Singing Wizard? No, that's not the point. I'm completely captured by Gang Dingdi now; he just can't devour me yet. He's set a trap for you."
The next moment, six majestic avatars descended from the sky, their enormous figures enveloping Locke, and immense demonic pressure pressed down upon him.
Gang Dingdi laughed loudly. "Wizard, we've been lying in ambush here for a long time. These are dimensional avatars I created using the dimensional principles of the Sea Chaser World. Each dimensional avatar is a complete Persepolis god, capable of summoning their past power."
The King of Steel, the Chaser of Flame, the Chaser of Ice, the King of Starlight, the King of the Continent, and the King of the Sea appeared around Locke, surrounding him from six angles.
The Chaser of Steel was covered in cold armor, but his aura was even colder than his armor. He seemed like a life form born from an iron mountain, devoid of any emotion or warmth. The cold armor even enveloped his limbs, making them look like angular steel shields.
The Chaser of Flame, on the other hand, was engulfed in burning flames, from which countless abundant divine powers flowed.
The King of Ice seemed to have been born from the heart of a glacier, while the King of Starlight appeared as if starlight had fallen from the sky, his entire
body radiant and incomparably sacred. The Continental Strike and the Ocean Strike were enormous, like colossal giants, pressing towards Locke from afar.
Locke saw that the dimensional principles of the Ocean Strike world were actually connected to these six avatars. This seemed to be a special technique used by the gods to utilize dimensional principles; the entire dimensional principles of the world were completely controlled by the gods, their power squeezed out to provide power for these six avatars.
The God of War, Gangdingdi, had stolen the power of the world, essentially using the world itself to create six avatars, which allowed these six avatars to reach the limit of the Star Ring.
Gangdingdi's current magical pressure was at the Song Ring level, and he seemed to have become even stronger than when they last met.
He seemed to be able to slightly utilize his Song Ring level magical pressure.
It can only be said that the power and physique of the Persepolis gods are indeed not just empty words. Knowing that Zichu would eventually return, they used this bizarre method of manipulating the laws of planes to create a divine avatar, setting up an ambush against Zichu.
If Zichu were still at its previous level, it would definitely suffer a great loss upon returning to this world.
Even if it could face the gods, it would be at risk of serious injury.
If they used any hidden methods, it might truly perish here.
Locke, with his left hand behind his back, had already interacted with several civilizations in the endless void, but only a few gods posed the greatest pressure.
There was no significant difference in civilization between the divine and wizard races.
At least according to Zichu's current understanding, at this stage, there was no significant gap.
The Persepolis gods' unique method of utilizing the laws of planes was indeed eye-opening.
The Martial God, a gigantic figure, unleashed a sweeping attack on the world's fortune, absorbing the energy of countless martial artists. Gangdingdi, now far more powerful, had been relentlessly exploiting the masses while Locke was absent, constantly modifying his own martial arts. This resulted in martial artists cultivating powerful blood and energy, yet unable to utilize it effectively, leading to short lifespans and numerous weaknesses that made them easy prey for him.
Therefore, even if he couldn't ascend by sweeping away the world's fortune, he could still absorb vast amounts of it from the world's martial artists.
As Gangdingdi absorbed the fortune of numerous martial artists, his now distorted, black-mist-like body was also devouring the world itself. Or rather, it was precisely because he was absorbing the world itself that he could utilize the principles of planes to create the six divine plane avatars.
Locke believed the biggest reason the wizards hadn't researched this technology was because it heavily relied on the Persepolis gods' ability to devour the world's essence.
Just then, Shan Chuan Ke said to Locke Ning Er, "Wizard, we've been waiting for you here for a long time. Now, I'll devour you to strengthen my body. In that instant, I can instantly devour all the fortune and Shan Chuan Ke of the Sea-Crossing World, right? And perhaps I can even obtain your special ability to inexplicably manipulate the planes of the Sea-Crossing World last time. Hahaha, that would be perfect."
Shan Chuan Ke's eyes were bloodshot, and he covered his head with his beard. "How did things turn out like this?"
"How did I manage to make such a mess of the Sea World?
"
Locke, with his left hand behind his back, bowed his head and said, "Gangdingdi, as a potion master, I spent a lot of time trying to solve the problems of this world. My teacher said this is not a problem that potion masters can solve, but as a potion master, I am unwilling to give up so easily."
"Here is a test paper that my teacher, the Sea Maiden, gave me."
"And this is my answer. Gangdingdi, you are no longer worthy to be the ancestral god of the Sea World." "
Neither are the Mountain and River Guest."
"Neither of you are worthy, so—let me temporarily take care of the Sea World."
Locke used a potion refinement technique and used the blue potion, the Heavenly Origin Lord Transformation Potion. In an instant—he transformed into the Heavenly Origin Lord, and then the plane of the Sea World underwent a drastic change.