The first rays of dawn pierced the horizon.
Long Su emerged from a night of deep meditation, his mind sharp and his resolve unwavering.
With a new day unfolding before him, he seized the opportunity to reach out to Professor Hu,
the esteemed mentor who had offered to guide him upon his admission to Sederth University.
The prospect of learning under the tutelage of such a distinguished figure was too precious an opportunity to squander.
Long Su's fingers danced across his phone as he composed a message to the professor, his anticipation mounting with each word.
"Professor Hu, I have arrived at Sederth University. Are you available? I would like to visit you." He dispatched the inquiry with a mix of eagerness and trepidation, hoping for a swift response.
Yet, as the minutes stretched into hours, an uneasy silence enveloped Long Su
the absence of a reply from Professor Hu casting a shadow of doubt over his expectations.
With little recourse, he turned his focus inward, channeling his energy into meditation to absorb the power of faith that flowed within him.
As the day drew to a close, Long Su found himself seeking counsel from another source.
Approaching Teacher Xia following the day's lecture, he hoped to glean insight into Professor Hu's uncharacteristic silence.
"Teacher Xia," he began, his voice tinged with concern, "this is Long Su. I have a question for you."
Teacher Xia, ever composed, settled into his chair and regarded Long Su with a steady gaze. "What seems to be troubling you, Long Su?"
"Well," Long Su hesitated, his brow furrowing as he grappled with the strange circumstances.
"I was recruited by Inspector Qiao Feng, and during the process, I had the good fortune of meeting Professor Hu."
"He had mentioned the possibility of meeting with him upon my arrival at the university. However, despite sending multiple messages since yesterday, I have yet to receive a reply. "
" I'm growing worried about his well-being. Would it be possible for you to inquire about the situation?"
Long Su opted to withhold mention of Professor Hu's offer of mentorship, uncertain of its relevance to the matter at hand.
Teacher Xia, his face etched with a mixture of curiosity and concern, nodded slowly.
"Professor Hu, you say? I will certainly look into this." With a deftness born of familiarity, he retrieved his phone and began navigating its contents, the search for answers underway.
As Teacher Xia delved into the depths of his inquiry, Long Su could only wait in the office.
"Long su every professor's in the university's studying and research a specific subject, so its normal for them to disappear from the university's for couple of months before going out from their laboratory "
As Teacher Xia's explanation shed light on Professor Hu's sudden absence, a wave of understanding washed over Long Su.
The clandestine nature of the professor's experiments, though shrouding him in mystery, spoke volumes of the delicate and crucial work being undertaken.
With a renewed sense of appreciation for his mentor's endeavors, Long Su expressed his gratitude to Teacher Xia and hastily made his way to his dormitory.
Upon arriving at his quarters, Long Su's eyes were immediately drawn to a large, unassuming box awaiting him.
A surge of excitement propelled him forward, his fingers fumbling with the packaging as he eagerly delved into the contents within.
Arrayed before him lay an assortment of curious objects—a weathered book adorned with a letter, a dark and glossy stone, a bottle of crimson liquid, and an array of organic materials ranging from soil and seeds to gnarled roots and twisting vines.
The enigmatic collection begged more questions than it answered, but Long Su's unwavering trust in Professor Hu urged him to press on.
The book, titled "Cemetery of Life,"
With reverence, Long Su opened its timeworn pages, the professor's accompanying letter offering a guiding hand through the shadows of the unknown.
"Student Long Su, this is the gift I have prepared for you," the professor's words echoed from the page. "This cultivation method, Cemetery of Life, requires one such as yourself—one who commands undead skeletons as their first units, with at least one awakened to self-intelligence while the lord remains under the third level. Moreover, the practitioner must possess the death attribute to harness its power."
" below you can find the way to cultivate the meditation, because this technique requires a number of spacial materials you will find them in the box "
As the criteria aligned with Long Su's unique circumstances, the young mage felt the weight of destiny settle upon his shoulders.
Though none had previously cultivated this technique, its discovery within the treacherous confines of a death world marked it as a treasure hard-won and not to be underestimated.
With the professor's guidance, Long Su meticulously arranged the provided materials, imbuing each with a carefully controlled stream of magical power.
As the components pulsed with nascent energy, he steeled himself for the final step—the culminating meditation that would breathe life into the Cemetery of Life technique.
Seated amidst the tapestry of arcane artifacts, Long Su focused his mind, channeling his consciousness through the labyrinthine corridors of his newfound knowledge.
The path ahead promised to be fraught with trials and triumphs alike, but as the first embers of the Cemetery of Life flickered to life within him
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The sands of time slipped through the hourglass; a full month elapsed while Long Su delved deeper into his meditation practice, employing the enigmatic Cemetery of Life method.
The cost of his unyielding dedication was steep, as his credit balance plummeted from a robust 100 to a meager 10, but such concerns paled in comparison to the exhilarating progress he had made.
The rich tapestry of university lectures unfolded without him, each missed lesson chipping away at his student account like the relentless erosion of a river carving through stone.
Despite the academic consequences, Huo Ling's unwavering focus on his cultivation journey remained unshaken.
Within the crucible of his mind, the fruits of his labors began to blossom, as the awakening of false feelings of magic and spiritual power cascaded through his being.
The cusp of a new dawn approached, and with it, Long Su stood poised to ascend to the hallowed ranks of level three cultivators, a true mage capable of harnessing and commanding spells.
The sensation of an impending breakthrough surged through his body, a symphony of burgeoning magical and spiritual energies dancing within him.
A silent whisper, inaudible to all but Long Su, reverberated within the confines of his consciousness—a herald of the transformation that awaited him.
At long last, the barrier separating him from his true potential shattered like glass, and Long Su emerged as a level 3 - spellcaster .
Elation flooded his heart, a resounding chorus of triumph marking the realization of his hard-earned achievements.
With eager anticipation, Long Su unleashed the mysterious Cemetery of Life technique, his senses attuned to the world seed space nestled within his mind.
As his newly awakened powers coursed through the technique, the world's surface remained obstinately unaltered, a puzzling result that defied his expectations.
Undeterred, Long Su channeled his recently acquired mental power, surveying the landscape of his world seed with an analytical eye.
To his astonishment, the seed had birthed a network of illusion sprawling tree roots, their tendrils unfurling into the surrounding void like the celestial serpent Ouroboros.
In that moment, the true nature of his meditation technique became clear.
These roots, inextricably linked to the seed world, served as anchors, fortifying and stabilizing the very fabric of its reality and form a guardian formation around the seed world.
Beyond their role as guardians, Long Su could sense that this tree roots can work as expansion forces to the world seed's territory
Using hus authority as a lord he can fell the increasing of land with each passing moment.
Overwhelmed with gratitude for the guidance and wisdom of Professor Hu, Long Su couldn't help but whisper a heartfelt tribute to the man who had become his mentor, benefactor, and guiding star
"Professor Hu, I owe my success to you, and I shall endeavor to honor your teachings as I continue along this path of limitless possibilities."