In the spacious corridor, clear golden light is flickering, like a ball of golden flame, burning continuously there.
Facing the three roads ahead, Atier gritted his teeth, strode forward, and walked directly onto the silver road.
He took a step forward, and in an instant, a silver tree was swaying gently, with silver light flickering on it, gently shining on Athir's body.
"I come... I descend..." A low and gentle voice sounded in my ears, with a sense of intimacy.
A magical power was descending, making Athir dazed, and he seemed to hear faint sounds.
The body continued to move forward due to inertia. The next moment, the second silver tree began to sway, and a faint silver light lit up on it, continuing to shine on Athir.
"I come to the world, I descend to the earth..." The voice in my ears seemed to become clearer.
Under the influence of a powerful force, Athir's consciousness began to lose itself, disappearing from its original place and coming to another place.
In a vast world, magical power shrouds the earth.
This is a primitive and wild world, where intelligent life has just been born and an ancient tree stands in the entire world.
The tree was tall and ancient, with no end in sight. It seemed to be supporting the blue sky and white clouds, holding up the world.
"That is..."
Suddenly, Athir's consciousness came to this world and saw the ancient tree at the center of the world.
A sense of familiarity arose from his heart, making him a little dazed.
The next moment, the surrounding scene suddenly changed.
In the sky, purple thunder was growing, and lightning bolts, carrying a breath of destruction, struck the trees one after another.
The lightning was so powerful that any one of them could probably kill a proper wizard. At this moment, thousands of lightning bolts were brewing and exploding at the same time, almost turning the entire world purple.
The earth began to shake and lightning flashed in the sky for seven days.
Seven days later, with a roar that resounded throughout the world, the ancient tree finally fell down, and most of its body turned black. Wisps of vitality evaporated and dissipated from the body of the ancient tree.
A feeling of sadness comes from the depths of the soul, carrying with it an inexplicable emotion.
At some point, Athir raised his head again and saw a strange sight.
The rain was falling madly, the earth was shaking from time to time, and lightning was flashing in the sky, creating a crazy scene like the end of the world.
It is unknown how long this scene lasted. One night, the remains of the ancient tree were glowing, and the most essential power gradually flowed out of it.
The sun and the moon began to appear, bursting out from the remains of the ancient trees, bringing new vitality to the new world and continuing new life.
"The appraisal is completed... low-level moon elf bloodline, fourth-level soul qualification... bloodline appraisal passed, qualification appraisal passed..." At some point, a mechanical voice came to my ears, without any emotion.
Only then did Athir come to his senses and look around.
All around, the silver trees had lit up, and the silver light from them shone on Athir, making him feel somewhat warm.
"It seems that the identification has been passed."
Carefully recalling the scene just now and the mechanical sound that sounded in his ears before, Athir thought for a while and then looked forward.
After walking through the long path, there is another wide space.
A faint golden light flickered, illuminating the surrounding scene.
With the faint light, Athir could clearly see the scene in front of him.
There were several gates, corresponding to the previous roads, and they were also different colors.
However, unlike the previous three roads, there are only two gates here, golden and silver, and there is no third gate.
In front of several large doors, there were several corpses, which had turned into bones and looked quite old.
Athir walked forward and roughly examined the bodies.
These corpses have been dead for quite a while. Even the most recent one is several hundred years old.
Judging from the faint radiation from the corpses, these corpses were at least at the level of formal wizards when they were alive.
"Although there are tokens, none of them are elves."
After standing there and doing a rough inspection, Athir came to this conclusion.
This relic has a very long history, probably tens of thousands of years.
It is normal for other wizards to discover some clues over such a long period of time and eventually find their way here.
Unfortunately, this is not an ordinary relic, but the tomb of an ancient wizard of at least level five.
With the power of such an existence, if they are not allowed to enter, then unless a strong person of the same level comes, whoever comes will die.
These unfortunate guys before us have obviously verified this conclusion with their lives.
Putting the corpse that had turned into bones aside, Athir looked forward.
In this spacious space, there is also a stone tablet with words written in the Quran language commonly used by ancient wizards.
"Those who pass the appraisal can enter the corresponding gate. Each person can only enter once and take away a gift..."
Standing in place, Athir softly read out what was written on the stone tablet, and then a hint of realization flashed in his eyes. He couldn't help but look at the several white bones on the side with pity in his eyes.
Now it seems that this relic was clearly prepared by the former Elf King for his own people, and there is nothing prepared for outsiders in it.
Since those outsiders who broke in in the past did not have elven blood, the reason they were able to enter here must be that they took that dark path by sacrificing their souls, just as Miledo had planned to do before.
After putting in so much effort to get here, but in the end not getting anything, even Athir would not be willing to accept this.
It is very likely that these people at the moment were unwilling to give in and opened the door despite the advice on the stone tablet.
Shaking his head slightly, Atier didn't think too much about it. He walked directly to the silver gate and pushed it hard with his hand.
A silver light flashed through it, illuminating Athir's body.
In front of me is a spacious space with shelves all around. There are some things on each shelf, which seem to be the collections here.
At a glance, Athir saw at least a thousand things. The corners of his mouth twitched and he felt speechless.
"There are so many things, but I can only take one. It's really..."
Seeing the collectibles displayed around, even with Athir's great composure, he couldn't help but lose his composure.
The things displayed around were divided into several areas, including weapons, books, and some extremely precious materials.
There is no doubt that these should be the collections of the Elf King during his lifetime, and were moved here after his death.
Given the Elf King's power and status, anything he would take as a burial object must be good stuff, and each one of them would drive a formal wizard crazy.
"The gong flower, the moragin grass, the crystal vine..."
Walking in the material area, relying on the powerful knowledge brought by the chip, Athir barely recognized several materials. Without exception, they were extremely rare and had long been lost in the current wizarding world.
After walking around the materials area for a while, Athir turned and walked towards other areas.
"Materials and magic weapons can be ruled out for now... No matter how precious the materials are, they are of little use to me now."
As he walked along the road, Athir thought to himself, "It's the same with those magic weapons. Although they are precious, they are of little help to the advancement of wizards. It would be a waste to choose them in this place."
"For me, the most suitable thing right now is some advanced spell templates, or even a complete meditation method." After thinking for a while, Athir thought to himself.
On the previous journey, although Athir obtained some information on advanced meditation methods from the elven high priest, the meditation method itself was incomplete. Not only could it only allow people to practice to the second level, but it also did not contain a template for the second-level spell.
On the path of becoming a wizard, to be promoted from a third-class apprentice to a formal wizard one needs to solidify spells in the sea of spirituality. Similarly, when being promoted to a second-class wizard, one also needs to solidify a spell as one's innate spell.
The spells that can be solidified in the sea of spirituality are extremely valuable in themselves, and are almost completely monopolized by those wizarding organizations.
As a collection left by the ancient Elf King, there is no shortage of advanced spell templates here. If a suitable spell can be found, it can save Athir a lot of effort in his future promotion.
Thinking of this, Athir walked to the other side.
Walking to another area, there are bookshelves all around, covered with a light blue film, which seems to be playing a protective role.
In addition to these, there are some brief introductions on each shelf.
In addition to some spell templates, this area also displays some precious advanced knowledge.
After a quick search, Athir realized that he had taken things for granted before.
There are indeed some spell templates in front of him, but with the Elf King's vision, how could he put in some level 1 and 2 spell templates?
The spells that can be taken seriously by the Elf King are at least level 3 or above, which is too far away for Athir now.
With Athir's current strength, he would not be able to understand a third-level spell, not to mention whether he has enough mental strength to cast it. The large amount of advanced knowledge contained in it is simply incomprehensible to him, let alone construct a spell template in his mind.
"It seems that I have no choice but to choose something else."
Looking at the several spell templates in front of him, Atier felt helpless and turned around and walked to another area.
Because time was not tight and he could only choose one thing, he walked very slowly, stopping and starting along the way, and observing carefully for a long time before stopping.
A slight throbbing feeling came from the depths of my soul.
"This feeling…"
At a certain moment, Athir was suddenly stunned, and then turned back.
On a large shelf behind him, a dark round crystal lay quietly, looking as inconspicuous as a piece of stone.
But when looking at the crystal, Athir was stunned and strode forward.
As the distance got closer, the inexplicable feeling of throbbing in his heart became more and more obvious.
"This feeling is exactly the same as the music box last time."
Looking at the black crystal in front of him, Atier's eyes lit up, as if he had seen some rare treasure.
Without hesitation, he stretched out his arm, trying to pick up the black crystal in front of him.
As Athir moved, the protective light blue barrier on the shelf shattered like glass.
Reaching out and picking up the black crystal ball, a unique feeling emerged from the depths of Athir's soul.
A warm current surged from the black crystal ball in front of me, making the feeling in my heart even stronger.
Deep in the soul, beside the two world coordinates, a faint light of the world is emerging, and a new door to the world is about to be constructed.
"This feeling...a new world..."
Sensing the changes deep in his soul, Athir's face looked a little excited.
Before he could sigh, a faint light appeared around him, instantly wrapping up Athir's whole body and teleporting him out.
The next moment, Athir's figure appeared again in the deserted wilderness.
A light breeze was blowing. In the sky, the originally dark night gradually turned white, and it seemed that dawn was approaching.
Standing in place, when Athir reacted, he could no longer sense the location of the ruins, as if it had been completely hidden.
He reached out and took out the token from the package. At this time, the token had turned black, and the small map inside it had disappeared. It seemed to have completely lost its effect.
"It's completely damaged."
After taking a quick look at the talisman in his hand, Atier shook his head. Although it was a bit regretful, he didn't care too much.
Each person could only take one thing from the ruins. Since he had already gained something, it didn't matter whether the talisman existed or not.
"It's time to go back and rest."
Looking up and watching the sky beginning to turn white, Athir walked towards the distance along the path he had taken.
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The next day, Athir returned to the small town he had been to before.
They arrived at the inn where they had stayed before, where Athir's previous coachman was still waiting there.
"My lord, you are back!"
Seeing Athir's figure, the driver immediately smiled and greeted him.
After giving a few brief instructions to the coachman and confirming that Andrew and the other man had not returned, Arthur walked back to his room and began to sort out the spoils of his trip.
This time in the ruins, Athir gained a lot of things, whether it was magic crystals or an incomplete advanced meditation method, both of which are very precious things in today's wizarding world.
However, in Athir's opinion, the biggest gain of this trip was the black crystal.
This black crystal itself is a unique material that has the ability to detect the qualifications of a wizard.
However, for Athir, the greatest function of this crystal is to construct a new world coordinate through the crystal itself.
(End of this chapter)