Age of Adepts

After seeing Grim, the wolf-type sentient behaved calmly.

In the outside world, if a 2nd rank creature were to meet a 4th rank sorcerer at first glance, the scene would definitely be trembling and its body would be like chaff. But in this Spirit Realm, the other party appeared extremely calm and peaceful, and even had a hint of laziness.

"Welcome to the Realm of the Spirits, great spell casters from the Wizard World." The wolf-shaped wise man hunkered down in the thatched hut that could only accommodate it alone, looking at Grim Three calmly, not showing any element of surprise due to the other party's identity: "My name is Anthony, I wonder what I can do for you?"

Emelia had a good look at Grim and took the initiative to approach, "Honorable Wise One, we are on our way to the Spore Forest, and would like you to show us the way to get there!"

"Sporewood?" Anthony's narrow face showed a human expression, lifting his nose and sniffing at Emelia's body, "So you're the magic spore princess who ran away to a different dimension. It seems that you returned to the Spirit Realm this time to prepare to go to the Spore Forest to make a killing."

"Our intentions Your Excellency need not be bothered, I only wish to complete this transaction peacefully!" Emelia's face was a little harder to read when her privacy was dug up.

"You've come at a very bad time," Something An didn't care about Emelia's displeasure and said calmly, "Over the years, the Demonic Spore clan has formed an alliance with those fungus giants and the swamp lords, occupying nearly 80% of the Wetland Swamp's territory and driving out the lizards, barbarians and hydra lizards there. The two sides are fighting there, and I'm afraid you'll be directly involved in a war if you go..."

"We were going for war!" Emelia cut off the nail and said.

"I see, I see..." exclaimed Something An, "Your uncle drove you out of the Magic Spore clan, and now that you have a patron, you'll naturally run back for revenge! Well, I have no right to interfere with what is right and wrong between you, according to the rules of the Spirit Realm, you only need to take out 100 magic crystals and I'll show you the way. If you guys can come up with 500 magic crystals, I can also use my authority to send you directly to the Wetland Swamp!"

Emelia smiled at the news and directly took out 500 magic crystals from her storage ring and stacked them in front of the wolf-shaped sentient Anthony.

"We choose the latter!"

Grim only came over with a cloud of spiritual consciousness this time, so naturally he had nothing. But Emelia, due to her soul's speciality, had crossed over even with her body, so she didn't lack basic witch resources like magic crystals.

"Very well!" The wolf-shaped wise man Anthony immediately put away the 500 magic crystals with a smile on his face, then stood up and said in a low voice, "Then all three of you stand over here a little! Wizard, watch your deeded spirit, but don't let it leave anything in my place!"

When the three of Grim gathered around it, the wolf-shaped sentient Antony Woody planted his feet on the ground, raised his head and let out a long howl of cavernous gold through stone. And as the wolf howl entered his ears, a strange aura appeared beneath all three of Grim's men.

In the next second, the heavens spun, and the entire world was in a mad spin....

When the three of them endured the dizziness and survived the upside-down spatial disorientation, only then did they realize that they and the others were already on top of a tall hillock.

In front of them, a bizarre swamp that was not rich and fertile but vibrantly alive showed up.

The high hill that Grim three people were in was located at the edge of the strange swamp, and behind it was a rolling sea of woods, crossing the high hill into the range of the wetland swamp.

The place still retained the original form of a wetland swamp.

The fog is heavy and wet.

The lakes, streams and mud puddles that are spread all over the interior of the swamp have abundant water sources, so there is a dense fog here all year round.

In the interior of the swamp, strange mushrooms like giant trees can be seen growing everywhere.

They are huge.

Their stalks are as thick as a ten-person hug, and their huge umbrella covers fall directly into the mist above the swamp, making it difficult to see their full size.

Many of the swamp creatures even dug out a room on the mushroom stalk and lived in it.

An oddly shaped mushroom hut rose up from the ground, combining with the unique human environment of the wet swamp to create a strange natural landscape.

Examining the bizarre territory before him, Grim glanced faintly at Emelia.

"We have arrived here and will soon be at war with the enemy. You can now tell us the main enemy of our trip!"

"The main reason we came here is to obtain the Water of Source Life. And according to my memories, this has been kept in my uncle Faunson's hands. So..."

"So, if we want to obtain the Water of Source Life, we'll have to kill this Faunson!" Grim interjected with a leathery smile.

"My lord, I have no intention of using you in any way. Rather, if you want to obtain the Water of Source Life, you can only kill my Uncle Faunson. Moreover, if you kill it, I am willing to offer the Evil Mist Grass, the Spirit of Nature, and the way to tame the Fungus Giant with both hands!" Emelia bit her tongue and directly took out her final chip.

She had been in contact with this legendary house master quite a few times over the years, so she naturally knew what kind of things would impress him the most.

Evil Mist Grass was an exceptionally rare wizard material even in the Wizard World, and was the main material used to refine the 4th level witch medicine Sleeping Cloud, which was very valuable.

Nature's Soul, on the other hand, was a naturally condensed elemental soul, and was also the main material for creating high level sorceries, as well as a necessity for elemental sorcerers to create elemental avatars.

As for the fungus giants, Grim had only heard a brief description from Emelia, but hadn't really experienced their true strength. Therefore, Grim was still somewhat hesitant about the conditions she had proposed.

"How is the strength of that Faunson?"

"When I left the Spore Forest, it was only at 3rd rank Intermediate. Now, it's estimated to have reached 3rd-rank advanced!"

3rd Degree Advanced? Even such an enemy deserves to be treated with solemnity?

Grim couldn't help but look at Emelia in confusion.

The latter smiled bitterly and explained, "You should be careful, my lord. Our Demon Spore clan is not too strong on its own, but once we encounter a strong enemy, we will choose to merge with the fungus giant we have enslaved. At that time, the combined power of the two will often leap up a major level. So if you don't want any trouble, you'll have to do something to kill them before they merge."

"Then you don't have any good news for me?" Grim didn't have the good sense to say.

Hearing Grim's ridicule, Emelia immediately became relaxed. She knew that since the lord of the house had said so, it naturally meant that he had agreed to his conditions.

"There's... there's a great news! The organisms that live in wetland marshes, whether they are soft-bodied carnivores, floral organisms, or fungal organisms, belong to the plant family, and their greatest fear is fire. That's why they have chosen a place filled with lakes, streams and waterways to survive. With your strength, you're simply invincible here!"

"That sounds like good news to me! Well, the wet swamp is your former home, so what do you think we should do next?"

"Go to the Dark Cave and find Moat! It is the famous wise man of this swamp, and only with its support will the killings we carry out here not be rejected by the Spirit Realm. Otherwise, our killing of any swamp creature will trigger the hatred of the natives, and it will then become difficult to move an inch!"

"What class is this Moat?"

"Step 4!"

Grim immediately sucked in a breath of cold air.

The Wet Swamp was just one of the twelve regions of the Spiritual Realm, and the number of rank 4 creatures here was almost close to double digits. If one simply compared the number of strong people, the Spirit Realm was not even the slightest bit weaker than the Sorcerer's World, and it was also a bit world with its own unique civilization.

Even with Grim's strength, I'm afraid that he wouldn't dare to walk across the wet swamp where strong people were gathered, or else he might end up under siege if he didn't do well.

After discussing everything, the three of them simply disguised themselves.

In order to avoid being surprised by their enemies, Emelia put on a heavy black cloak and hood, and concealed her scent with the Ring of the Invisible. And Grim, still dressed as a wizard, put Remy on his shoulders.

The three of them entered the wet swamp one at a time.

Once they stepped inside, Grim immediately sighed, the Wet Swamp was worthy of being the most beautiful and dreamy of all the swamps he had ever seen.

It was filled with vast lakes and interconnected waterways and streams, and the earth was covered with a thick layer of meadows, where an astonishing number of various mushrooms and fungi grew. The air is filled with a unique, moist and fragrant gas, and an astonishing number of strange spores float in the air.

These spores are the size of a finger, with strange tentacle-like umbrellas and tiny tails.

They floated in the air, their tiny bodies reflecting a faint fluorescence, decorating the entire wetland into a fantastic paradise of wonders.

For some reason, these microscopic spores floating around seemed to be somewhat afraid of Remy's presence. Once they got within ten meters of the three people, their bodies turned and rippled to other places.

While walking through the wetland swamps, some tall fungus-like creatures could be seen everywhere, flower creatures that could move their plant roots to walk upright like humans, and water elements that wandered aimlessly between the waterways....

They are not weak spirits, but apparently do not have overly complex thoughts or schemes.

All their actions are still driven by instinct, they eat when they are hungry, sleep when they are sleepy, and run to a stream or lake to drink when they are thirsty. And more often than not, they were like the patrollers of this land, roaming freely without any restraint and without any purpose.

Even if they met head-on with the three Grim, they would just look around curiously and sail away!