Kaelan and Isla return to the Wizard World with wounds covering their bodies.
Their forms emerge from the outer void, stepping across the boundary as the world's magic energy wraps around them like a silent welcome.
Blood stains Kaelan's robes.
Deep cuts run across Isla's arms and shoulders.
Their injuries are severe.
Yet both remain standing.
They pause in the outer void.
The vast expanse of their world stretches before them.
Isla turns to Kaelan.
Her face is tense.
Her eyes still carry the shadow of what she has seen.
The Sword Immortal.
A being at the peak of the Fourth Stage Transcend.
That presence lingers in her mind like an unshakable nightmare.
She speaks immediately.
"How are we going to defend our world?"
Her voice is tight.
For Isla, everything has changed.
Hope has cracked.
She sees the future clearly.
An invading world.
A peak Fourth Stage Transcend leading it.
And their own world,
Unprepared.
Outmatched.
Unlike Kaelan, she does not think of escape.
The thought never appears.
She is not merely a being born in this world.
She is born of it.
The world is her creator.
Her father.
Her mother.
To abandon it,
Is unthinkable.
She can accept her death.
But she cannot accept the death of the world.
Fear appears in her eyes.
Not fear for herself.
But fear for everything she loves.
She looks at Kaelan.
And stops.
He is calm.
The tension that once filled his face is gone.
After realising his main body has moved away,
After understanding it is likely not to return for the war,
He had been tense.
Now,
That tension has vanished.
He stands quietly.
As if everything is already decided.
Hope flickers in Isla's eyes.
She waits.
Kaelan feels her gaze.
At the same time,
He feels another.
A deeper gaze.
He turns his head.
His eyes pierce through the layers of the world.
Through space.
Through matter.
Through magic itself.
He looks at the very fabric of the world.
And sees it.
The Origin.
A pulsing core.
Like a heart.
It breathes.
Drawing in void energy.
Releasing magic energy.
A silent, eternal rhythm.
The gaze comes from there.
The World Will.
It has no emotions.
No thoughts like living beings.
But it perceives.
It understands.
It recognises danger.
And now,
It recognises him.
It has sensed Isla's fear.
It has sensed the approaching threat.
And it watches.
Kaelan withdraws his gaze.
Then speaks.
"Don't worry about defending the world."
His voice is calm.
Steady.
"They have only one Fourth Stage Transcend."
Isla listens carefully.
"We two cannot match a peak Fourth Stage Transcend."
He does not hide the truth.
"But before the invasion begins…"
His eyes sharpen slightly.
"Nyxarin, Issac, and Nyra will advance to the Fourth Stage Transcend."
Isla's eyes widen slightly.
"Five of us…"
He continues.
"…still cannot defeat him."
A pause.
"But we can block him."
"From entering our world."
Silence follows.
Isla breathes out slowly.
Her heart, which had been tightening, begins to loosen.
Understanding dawns on her face.
"Oh…"
Her eyes brighten.
"That's why you didn't kill Nyxarin."
She looks at Kaelan with realisation.
"You showed him a path to advance."
Light returns to her expression.
Admiration follows.
"Kaelan… you think much further ahead than me."
Kaelan turns slightly toward her.
He opens his mouth to reply,
But instead,
Blood spills out.
He coughs.
His body trembles slightly.
The injuries from the battle erupt.
The fight with the Sword Immortal had been brief.
But every exchange had carried lethal force.
Damage that had been suppressed,
Now surfaces.
Blood stains his lips.
More follows.
Isla's expression changes instantly.
Worry replaces everything.
"You should go and heal your injuries."
Kaelan nods.
His breathing steadies with effort.
"After healing…"
He says slowly.
"I will preach to all Third Stage and above in our world."
He looks at her.
"Can you inform them?"
Isla nods immediately.
"Yes."
Then adds,
"We should also discuss the future path of the Wizard Way."
Kaelan smiles faintly.
Inside,
He already has that path.
His main body has left him something complete.
A roadmap.
From the Fourth Stage,
To Fifth Stage Transcend.
He nods.
Without another word,
He turns.
And flies.
His figure streaks toward his Wizard Tower.
Isla watches him for a moment.
Then turns in the opposite direction.
She flies toward her Divine Kingdom.
As she moves through the Inner Void,
A thought surfaces.
How did Kaelan know?
That the invading world has only one Fourth Stage Transcend?
She frowns slightly.
The question lingers.
But she does not turn back.
"I will ask him after his preaching."
She says softly to herself.
And continues forward.
After they leave,
The world changes subtly.
The World Will moves.
Silently.
It bestows destiny.
Upon Nyxarin.
Issac.
And Nyra.
Their minds are clear.
Their paths align.
Barriers loosen.
Everything begins to guide them,
Toward the Fourth Stage.
Kaelan reaches his Wizard Tower.
He enters.
Without pause,
He teleports.
Directly into the core.
The Nucleus Room.
At the centre,
A vast magic pool glows.
Dense.
Pure.
His clothes dissolve.
His body drops into the pool.
The liquid magic engulfs him.
It seeps into every wound.
Every fracture.
Healing begins immediately.
At the same time,
His consciousness moves.
He sends a transmission.
To Li Xueyao.
Within it,
The newly improved Wizard Cultivation Technique.
From mortal,
To the Third Stage.
Complete.
Refined.
Perfected.
Along with it,
Instructions.
Spread it.
Replace the old technique.
Across the entire world.
For the lower wizards.
For the Third Stage wizards.
So they can transition,
Before his preaching begins.
So he does not need to explain the foundation again.
The transmission leaves him.
Silently.
Kaelan sinks deeper into the magic pool.
His eyes close.
Healing begins.
The dense magic liquid seeps into his body, entering every wound, every fracture left behind by the clash with the Sword Immortal.
His flesh mends.
His bones realign.
The chaotic energy lingering within him is slowly dissolved and refined by the pure magic surrounding him.
His breathing steadies.
His consciousness sinks into a quiet, controlled state.
While he heals,
Time continues to move in the world outside.
Back in the world, the former capital of the Tang Kingdom has completely changed.
Centuries have passed since Kaelan left the capital to reside within the Inner Void.
In that time, the world has transformed.
The spread of the Wizard Way reshaped everything.
The old capital lost its status as the centre of the Wizard Way.
Its glory faded.
But it did not fall.
Even now, it remains one of the most developed cities in the world.
Second only to one place,
Magic City.
The new capital.
Not of a kingdom.
Not of a nation.
But of the entire world.
A city that stands as the heart of the Wizard Federation.
From there, order is maintained across all lands under the name of the Wizard Federation.
Far from the crowded cities,
Outside the old capital,
A vast lake stretches under the sky.
The Seven Element Lake.
At its centre lies an island.
And upon that island,
A towering structure rises.
Kaelan's former Wizard Tower.
Within it,
Li Xueyao opens her eyes.
She awakens from cultivation.
Her aura is calm, yet deep.
The moment her consciousness returns,
She receives it.
Kaelan's spirit transmission.
She pauses.
Then absorbs it.
The information flows into her mind.
The improved Wizard Cultivation Technique.
Clear.
Complete.
Refined beyond what existed before.
Along with it,
His instructions.
To spread it.
To replace the old method.
Across the entire Magic Network.
She finishes reading.
Silence follows.
Then she murmurs softly,
"The block of wood…"
"A hundred years passed, and it still hasn't changed."
There is no annoyance in her voice.
Only familiarity.
She shakes her head slightly.
Then moves.
Her spirit expands outward.
It connects with the core of the Wizard Tower.
From there,
It links to the Magic Network.
A vast system connecting countless Wizard Towers across the world.
Through that network,
She sends the technique.
The improved method.
And Kaelan's instructions.
They spread instantly.
Across cities.
Across continents.
Across the entire world.
Every connected Wizard Tower receives it.
Every high-level wizard senses the change.
After sending it,
She withdraws her spirit.
Then closes her eyes again.
And begins to comprehend.
Her cultivation has already reached the quasi-third stage transcend.
For a long time,
She has been in retreat.
Attempting to break through.
To reach the true Third Stage.
In the new system,
The Magic Sun Wizard.
But she has not succeeded yet.
There was always something missing.
A barrier she could not fully understand.
Now,
She studies the improved method.
Carefully.
Thoroughly.
She wonders,
Will this help her break through?
If she succeeds,
She can return.
Not just as a cultivator.
But as a decision maker within the Wizard Federation.
Her position.
Her influence.
All tied to that step.
Her mind focuses.
Runes begin to form within her spirit space.
Origin Runes.
Clearer.
More stable than before.
Then,
She suddenly opens her eyes.
A thought strikes her.
She pauses.
Then smiles.
A soft, genuine smile.
Now she understands.
Why did Kaelan send the technique to her?
Why did he not directly upload it himself?
He could have done it easily.
From anywhere.
At any time.
But he didn't.
He chose her.
To be the one to release it.
To be the bridge between him and the world.
A quiet meaning lies behind it.
Even after a hundred years,
She is still,
The closest person to him.
Her smile deepens.
The atmosphere around her softens.
Her mood lifts.
Without hesitation,
She closes her eyes again.
And continues.
Comprehending the improved Wizard Cultivation Technique.
Refining her understanding.
Drawing the Origin Runes within her spirit space.
Preparing,
To take the next step.