Age of Adepts

The Prophecy Crystal first went dark, then slowly brightened.

The scene that appeared inside was a desolate and desolate Dragon Bone Wilderness, looking down from above, it was a place of dense clouds, piles of barren grass, and some strange beasts and demons haunting it.

At the end of the line of sight, a strange tower stood alone, silently telling the world about the vicissitudes of time.

There is no other Sorcerer's Tower that has the brilliant and colorful luminescence of fire trees and flowers, nor is there any other Sorcerer's Tower that has the bustling crowds and subsidiary buildings.......

The whole keeled wasteland is nothing but heartbreaking loneliness and desolation, and nothing more intuitive!

"Hey hey hey, these Fate Witches are having a pretty hard time! I'll let my lord comfort you later... "Mastan snickered obscenely as he manipulated the Magic Eye to slowly move towards the Tower of Fate.

"Wheel of Fate, turn it... let me see what that Alice is doing..."

As the bawdy syllables of the incantation sounded, Mastan slashed his right index finger with his fingernail and used his own blood to create a strange rune like '&' on the crystal of prophecy. The blood was quickly absorbed, and the cloud-covered scene inside the crystal ball shifted for a moment, and the clouds began to fade, driven by a great sense of enlightenment.

But at the moment when the illusory hazy scene was about to emerge, the crystal ball suddenly lit up with a blinding white mane that shook Mastan's eyes to tears. By the time he had regained his composure and dried his tears, the crystal ball was once again filled with the Mist of Fate, and he could no longer see anything.

"Bastard Bastard...is that Alice protecting herself with Fate every moment of every day? Guarding the slightest bit, so that my lord didn't see anything..." cursed Mastan with an indignant look.

However, how could he, who had many voyeuristic methods, be repulsed by this little 'setback'.

Although that Alice had guarded herself tightly, she couldn't guard even her own sidekick without a trace, could she!

Mastan put away the frustration on his face and scribbled his fingers on the crystal ball again, praying fervently, "Fate, Fate, please show me the guy who spends the most time with Alice in a day!"

Looking over the top of the tower energy surged, the majestic and stirring force of fate lingered near the astrological platform, and the surrounding elemental energy, and coupled, presenting a colorful and splendid scene.

The prophecy crystal was propelled by the strange force of fate, the mist dissipated, and the scene rapidly switched and jumped, finally settling on a young girl who was lying on the wooden table, carefully and carefully learning the divination technique.

It was a young girl with waist-length blonde hair and a perfect face. At the moment she was holding a small wooden hammer in one hand and pressing a tortoise shell with the other, muttering angrily as she struck the shell with and without a beat.

"How can this be hammered badly! The tortoise shell is so hard...and I was only given a wooden hammer...hmmm, couldn't I get a gold hammer instead? Even if it's iron..."

After pounding on it for a while, seemingly finding it useless, the young girl threw away the wooden hammer, set aside the debris on the table, and felt out a thick book of sorcery to continue her study.

"...Fate is one of the greatest rule powers in the world! Only by mastering the power of destiny can one grasp the trajectory of one's life and allow oneself to transcend the long river of destiny..." reading this, the young girl couldn't help but become indignant again, "Transcend destiny... ...What's the point? You can only see that you can't intervene, and if you do, you'll suffer a reversal of fortune... Hmph, what future can there be in such a career?"

Seemingly not having the patience to study a little bit of the former witches' insights and feelings about the power of fate, the young girl pushed the books away and rolled over on the wooden table in boredom.

"The power of fate... the power of fate... Alice always said that as long as you follow the guidance of fate, you can obtain the power of fate. But...people are already able to manipulate the power of fate, but she doesn't teach me any fate sorcery...hmmm, so petty!"

Looking at this young girl who was upside down and disrespectful to the power of fate, Mastan couldn't help but be surprised.

For some reason, the moment he saw her, it was as if Mastan had seen a pounding torrent of fate. A force of fate that was different from that of the Sorcerer's World, yet was inexpressibly interconnected, strange and mysterious, and simply could not be explained or described with words.

Fate's son....

There was no need for screening or identification, the moment she saw the young girl, Mastan was a hundred percent certain that this was the bit child who had suddenly appeared and then disappeared without a trace a hundred years ago.

It seemed that Alice had been hiding her inside the Tower of Fate to avoid the disturbances and prying eyes of the outside world!

Mastan had only heard the name of the strange 'monsters' like the Children of Destiny from books, but knew nothing about their power and magic.

Therefore, out of curiosity, Mastan urged the power of Destiny and slowly pulled the camera towards the young girl.

The young girl, who was lying on the wooden table, suddenly raised her head, and her two bright and beautiful eyes stared at a certain emptiness in the room without stopping, as if something new and interesting was happening there.

Mastan's obscene gaze collided with the young girl's through the crystal ball, and both sides examined and observed each other, as if they had a touch of curiosity about each other.

Could that girl be able to see the magic eye?

Mastan tried to urge the Magic Eye to slowly pan in the void, and the girl's small head was moving along with it, and her sight was even more unmistakably straight down on the invisible position of the Magic Eye.

Damn, the other party could really see....

"This man, how did you get that strange eye? Can you teach me?"

With that, the young girl beckoned and the magical eye shifted for a moment.

The next moment when the scene in the crystal ball stabilized, what appeared in front of Mastan was a huge face and a blinking, beautiful eye.

Somehow, this magic eye that Mastan had assembled with the power of fate had fallen into the other's hands, and she was gathering it in front of her to look curiously inside.

"Bastard, this is my magic eye!"

Mastan was furious, yet no matter how hard he drove and manipulated the crystal ball, he was never able to wrestle back the control of the magical eye from that young girl's hands.

It seemed, as if, probably... those powers of fate were no longer under Mastan's control, but instead had become playthings that the other party could manipulate at will!

Mastan was instantly terrified.

Fate against him never feared! Fate strikes back and he has a way of dealing with it!

But... this ability and means of directly plotting against someone's Destiny and assimilating it instantly into his own power, he had never heard of it before.

Damn damn damn damn... the Destiny Child was truly a monster!

A young girl who was so delicate and lovely in his eyes one moment, the next moment had a hideous face that could be compared to the terrifying demons of the Abyssal World.

Mastan instantly severed the connection between the crystal of prophecy and the distant destiny, and the storm clouds within the crystal ball were once again re-shrouded by a dense fog of destiny.

"Hmph, this is not good... That Alice, with the aid of this Destiny Child, is definitely going to be a head over me in the power of fate. Well, it looks like I'll have to mess with those northern guys less for a while afterwards, and then encourage Domnall to deal with this..."

Mastan walked around the astrological table in a fury, but as he was pinching his teeth and thinking of various ways to deal with that wretched child of fate, his body stiffened in an awkward manner.

He slowly turned his body around and raised his head, his eyes staring momentarily at a certain void not far away.

There... after a strange perturbation of fate, a magical eye he knew so well slowly condensed, blinking a few times before pointing straight at him.

"Uncle, we meet again..."

After five flexed fingers, the astrological platform that looked out over the top of the tower Ug erupted in a miserable, miserable scream.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no..."

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Overlooking the tower, the two hundred and sixteenth floor.

Inside a spacious and bright wizard's residence.

Grim was leisurely sitting opposite a sorcerer, happily chatting with him.

The one who came to visit him was also a fire witch, Schreiber, a veteran sorcerer who had been promoted to the 4th level for over 300 years.

The purpose of his visit was even more simple, he wanted to exchange some mutual experiences with Grim on the Laws of Flame. In the end, it was actually to observe and comprehend each other's mastery of the Laws of Flame!

Of course, the power of the Laws that each High Elemental Sorcerer possessed was his or her own secret and killer weapon, and it was impossible to reveal all of it to outsiders. But when they met 'partners' with similar or identical attributes, picking something less sensitive and sharing it with them could be a shortcut to promoting each other's skills.

Seemingly worried that Grim was worried, this Schreiber instantly condensed three flame runes in the air as soon as he made his request. Each rune rotated slowly, and from it, strands of strange power laws emanated.

"These are the three flame laws that I have mastered, Flame Augmentation, Fire Frenzy, and Flame Impact!"

"Flame Augmentation, which allows all offensive flame sorcery attacks to go further..."

"Fire Frenzy, which allows the body to move faster with flame protection..."

"Flame Impact, able to attach a resistance aura effect to all offensive flame sorceries..."

After briefly describing the power of the three flame runes' laws, this Schreiber also looked towards Grim with a smile on his face.

Grim's heart moved, and a sincere smile likewise appeared on his face.