"Where is the World Tree of Padolon?"
Theresa rose to her feet, stretching languidly, her posture revealing the perfect form of a mature woman.
"After the wizards annihilated the Divine, the World Tree withered."
"Its root system completely decayed, which is why the resources of the Padolon Continent began to deplete. Those God-slaying wizards went to distant places to seek a future dawn for humanity."
"For tens of thousands of years, celestial conjunctions have been one of the methods to alleviate resource issues, reoccurring many times after the Twilight of the Gods."
"This is also why knowledge and resources are locked away - this world cannot sustain more wizards; the Mother World is heading toward extinction."
"Come to think of it, sometimes I truly envy you humans. Generation after generation, you strive and forge something from nothing, all in just tens of thousands of years.
Whereas we elves might be born extraordinary, our growth requires too much time, and geniuses are few and far between."
Theresa leaned melancholically against the floor-to-ceiling window.
Watching the afterglow of the sunset.
A beam of golden Dusk light shone on her face, her long eyelashes quivering slightly, revealing a sorrowful beauty amidst her intelligence.
At the Golden Academy, the space where daytime lasts for 21 hours and night for only 3.
This is the true portrait of diligent study.
Hearing such major news suddenly, Lin Suo was not worried. Although Padolon was headed for doom, years have passed, and there was no reason that the world should end the moment he arrived.
That would be purely ridiculous. Compared to the world, his lifespan, to live until a natural death, would not reach the day the world perishes, so he felt especially relieved.
After pondering for a moment, he also recalled the bits and pieces of his hometown.
"Just as the leaves wither and flourish, so do the generations of mankind.
The autumn wind scatters the leaves to the ground, come spring, the forest sprouts anew, bearing fresh green leaves, just as one human generation is born and another fades."
"Well said, that’s the epic of your human race."
"Why tell me all this?"
Theresa suddenly snapped out of her melancholy, smiling as she explained.
"The predecessors have already found a solution; otherwise, where do you think they have been all these years?"
"This information will become known to you once you break through to Upper Grade Wizard; telling you now doesn’t hurt, just don’t go spreading it and cause chaos."
Lin Suo was startled, entirely unsuspecting of the surprise.
After all, from the perspective of a latecomer like him, the curtain was falling on the world, and the "culprits" were none other than those reckless wizards.
Rebellion against the Divine is worthy of admiration and praise.
But creating evil Naga, Blood Clan, Werewolves, and other dark creatures was the wizards’ fault, indicating their fundamentally chaotic nature.
Research is not a crime, truth is not a crime, just don’t leak any biohazard viruses!
He did not get the answers he wanted.
Lin Suo could only ask about other topics, such as the developer of [Plant Control], the Wild Roar clan.
Understanding even more profoundly the philosophy behind their creation of that witchcraft.
He also enquired about the historical records and secret knowledge of the World Tree, seeking Elemental Balance, to complete his last Magic Ring.
In terms of expertise, Theresa spoke eloquently.
Especially about the ancient Druid clans, the Wild Roar clan, she had a vast understanding.
After a long conversation, Lin Suo’s belief strengthened, clearing up many of his misconceptions, and his gains were substantial.
Lin Suo gave her a hug, nearly overwhelming the mature elf woman.
Spending time with her was truly comforting.
That natural and harmonious feeling was something Lin Suo had never experienced - like a warm oil lamp.
Illuminating the darkness, and also warming the man sitting alone.
Lin Suo began to comb through everything.
His Wizard Path, under the influence of the Power of Synthesis, had actually diverged completely.
Because he only has one ring.
And he only cultivates one ring, thus the common knowledge of wizard ranks hardly applies to him.
Others have nine rings that form a whole, complementing each other, with ultimate skills nearly without power limits.
If we talk about a normal wizard, they have nine different level slots for magic rings.
His nine slots are destined to merge into one.
A normal wizard stacks them up like steps, one layer on top of the next; it’s not possible to skip the third step to work on the fourth.
Apart from not being able to reach too far of a step, it simply can’t be done.
But Lin Suo only cultivates one step, and he has turned that step into a plaza—a plaza that can bear much more than a mere piece of a step.
This is the fundamental reason he can defy common logic, integrating plant system and life system witchcraft in the main slot, forming the core.
The missing power, is solved by the Power of Synthesis, 100 synthesis limits, which represents a hundred different elements.
Apart from the nine uses that the main branches must occupy, there are 91 left.
Earth, water, fire, wind, starting with the four basic elements.
Corresponding to , , ; the last one.
Lin Suo plans to condense the First Rank witchcraft into a magic ring.
Using the method and theory of forming an Element Pool to balance elemental power, and finally using the Power of Synthesis to integrate it into the core, eternally unique!
The related witchcraft, ever since obtaining the , he has never lacked, and with his main lecturer’s authority, he is able to purchase the necessary materials within the academy.
At an affordable price.
Five times cheaper than from Tominoos.
It looks like he’s a big sucker, but that person is the current left hand (secretary) of the Empire Governor—it’s okay to pay a bit more, think of it as making a friend, just social niceties!
It has nothing to do with being a sucker, really.
For the preparation work, Lin Suo used a full week.
Because he hadn’t slept much before, considering the synthesis might bring about situations he can’t be sure of.
Unable to predict the outcomes.
He could only adjust his condition to its best, striving to survive even if he fails, with a determined mindset to start all over again if necessary.
On the weekly rest day.
Lin Suo nestled in a safety cabin a kilometer below ground, surrounded by walls made of the maximum strengthened version of Earth Crystal.
This thing is almost unable to keep up with Lin Suo’s strength.
Need to consider new raw materials to test new ideas.
Now, his focus is on completing the Wind Element.
As for condensing the magic ring, it’s an easy feat for him; he can also withstand the consumption of synthesis. His greatest fear is that the Power of Synthesis cannot perfectly fuse the Four Elements.
After all, in the Deep Sleep Realm, that spatial chaotic mist couldn’t be chosen as synthetic materials.
The more he encounters limits, the more profoundly he understands the Power of Synthesis.
The indigo magic ring, formed by , like a fluid, was swallowed by him.
Streams and whiffs of the Power of Synthesis spill out from all over his body.
Beginning to synthesize and integrate Lin Suo’s previously colorful magic ring with this one.
The golden dawn stretches on.
It’s just a Level One magic ring, yet it takes such a long time to consume.