His words were like sudden enlightenment, reigniting the determination of those Wizards wandering on the path of cultivation.
Valen clenched his fist secretly, recalling the research direction he abandoned in his youth, and a surge of indescribable emotion welled up within him.
"Finally." Uther's voice became gentler, like a father about to embark on a journey, advising his children:
"I want to talk about legacy."
His gaze became incredibly profound:
"A true Wizard's greatness does not lie in how much forbidden knowledge he possesses, nor in how many planes he has conquered—the true greatness lies in how many sparks of wisdom he has ignited."
"In my life, I did not create world-shaking magic, nor did I establish an immortal empire. But I have nurtured you all..."
His gaze slowly swept across the square:
"Each one of you is the continuation of my life. When you pass knowledge to the next generation, I gain immortality."
