Countless bizarre buildings were scattered all around.
"This is the spatial rift of the Boka Plane, where, unless something unexpected happens, you will spend the rest of your life," the voice echoed directly in Milton Cheney's mind.
Milton turned his head. The man in the purple robe was standing right next to him, his expression as indifferent as ever.
The purple-robed man looked at Milton.
Moments later, he shifted his gaze, his figure disappearing from the spot.
Before leaving, however, he left a message in Milton's mind.
"I suggest you wash away your white raven bloodline and switch to another one."
......
Twenty years passed.
Inside the Ouroboros Ring.
Milton stopped refining his bloodline in a certain estate.
It had to be said, the Ouroboros Ring, as a cross-border wizard organization specializing in bloodline cultivation, was indeed remarkable.
Refining his bloodline here was far faster than when Milton was on the Wizard Continent.
