Age of Adepts

The battle was over, but the aftermath of the resulting power was difficult to quell quickly.

Grim was still holding on to his kilometer body, and the remnants of the battle were rapidly disappearing from the surface of his body. Inside his chest, his heart was pulsating powerfully, as if the Vulcan Bead had opened a small channel leading directly to the Fire Elemental Plane, and was pouring in a steady stream of flame energy.

The Rule Heart was also operating at full strength, frantically compressing and quenching these flame energies.

When they turned into a stream of golden flames gushing out from the Heart of Rule, a powerful and sublime power of the law was spread out within it.

When the golden flames surged in the body and gathered into a powerful torrent of flames, the power of the ancient rules that had survived throughout the ages rose up, filling every corner of Grim's body, every inch of space, and even extending into the depths of his soul, transforming it completely.

According to the World of Gods, the 4th level was already the highest level that mundane creatures could reach. One step further up would inevitably touch the border between gods and humans. By taking that step, one could become a god in one step and enter the realm of immortality from then on. And if you couldn't cross that boundary, you would remain a mortal, and sooner or later, your soul would crumble, your flesh* body would decay, and you would return to the bitter cycle.

In order to clearly distinguish the boundary between gods and humans, they called the pinnacle of the 4th step a demigod, which meant that one foot had stepped into the realm of immortality. And only by advancing to the 5th step would one be considered a true god!

According to the past rules of the Sorcerer World, only by advancing to the pinnacle of the 4th level and using sorcery or battle skills or bloodline to peer into a certain world rule, it was possible to repeatedly polish the body or soul, and then complete the regularization of one's own body.

Therefore, the basic requirement for advancing to the 5th level and completing the ruleization of the soul was to reach 50 points of spirit power and then control a complete world rule by oneself!

Grim's current situation is odd.

First of all, his mental strength is only 47 points so far (that war just boosted him up a bit more!) The prerequisites for advancing to the 5th stage were simply not met.

However, the addition of two 5th rank artifacts, plus some strange encounters he had, had allowed him to quench the Indestructible Flame in advance. It was a complete and total rule fire!

Thus, in accordance with the rules of the world, coupled with the praise of the bit consciousness for its resistance to the invasion of the abyss, a kind of regularized transformation that should not have appeared within the bit had appeared as a matter of course.

To put it bluntly, all the other 4th stage peak elemental sorcerers cleaned their rooms before carefully inviting their tenants in. But he was lucky, he had already admitted the tenants without even building the room.

The Rule Fire was, after all, a world-class sublime power that simply couldn't be touched by a flesh* mortal!

Thus, after Grim transformed into a kilometer body, he fought a bloody battle with the Abyssal Refining Demon Meyeri. But now that the battle was over, he didn't dare to return to his human form at all.

If he was forced to retreat, I'm afraid he would explode and die the moment he returned to his normal form. Without it, the human form simply couldn't carry the powerful and surging rule power he possessed now!

He could only maintain his current situation now, trying his best to transform his body and soul with rule fire radiation in order to be able to reach the point where he could contain and carry rule power.

Of course, this was only a hidden secret that Grim himself only fully understood, as for the other sorcerers, there was no way to know.

On the contrary, watching Grim easily maintain a body the size of a thousand meters, and even defeating the Abyssal Demon who had reached the 5th level in his own body, all the witches felt both respect and awe, and once again, they were deeply frustrated that they were no match for Grim.

This was especially true of Monash Gaia!

All the 4th rank wizards carefully flew out from inside the witch tower and slowly leaned towards Grim. The size of the other side was too large, and they didn't know how to get along with it for a moment.

Standing above the level ground... on one side was a kilometer giant and on the other side was a mole-like wizard, did they want the other party to hook their heads and bend over to talk to them?

Flying to the other side? Would that...be too offensive and offend the other person?

From start to finish, the many rank 4 witches, although they knew that they were not as strong as Grim, they still considered each other as their 'peers' in their mindset. Even if the other party was a bit faster and stronger, everyone was a 4th rank wizard to each other, there was no essential difference between the higher and the lower.

However, until this moment, looking at that top-ranked Grim, who could overshadow them with just a hint of outward strength, for the first time in their lives, they sprawled out from deep within a mind that could not be rivaled.

Looking at each other, it was as if they had retreated back to the apprehension and awe they had felt when they first met the official sorcerer during their apprenticeship. It was a kind of trembling that came from the depths of their souls, and even more so the spontaneous show of weakness to please the lower creatures when they met the higher ones.

No one would be foolish enough to take the initiative to die when they knew they couldn't rival it.

Thus, currying favor and bowing to low expectations became the only way for a low-level sorcerer to save himself!

And now, these veteran 4th rank wizards who had crisscrossed the middle of the continent for hundreds of years were once again experiencing this long-lost feeling for no apparent reason.

Seeing the many 4th rank wizards balking in front of him, Grim smiled slightly, waved his hand to condense a 100-meter square fire cloud in front of him, and said in a deep voice, "You all stand up here!"

The fire cloud floated at a height that could reach Grim's chest. This way, he didn't have to lower his head, and the other party didn't need to shout out, it would be less convenient for each other.

The many 4th rank witches looked at each other, and finally, hesitantly stepped onto the fire cloud.

The fire cloud that Grim condensed was a static flame, and stepping on it was as soft and pliable as a giant cotton ball. However, the terrifying power of Grim's rule fire just now left an overwhelming impression on everyone, so much so that every guy who stepped on the fire cloud seemed to be trembling with fear, lest he be tainted by the terrifying indestructible flame.

Perhaps Mary was the only one among the crowd who didn't have such a fearful cowering mentality in the face of Grim.

She flapped her bat wings and flew straight to Grim's shoulder, where she walked around curiously, tugging on Grim's huge earlobes from time to time, caressing the dark red and tough skin, like an overzealous baby filled with endless curiosity about everything.

With Mary as a ready example, the slight strangeness and awe of Grim was finally alleviated, and the crowd gathered around to bow to him.

"Lord Grim, could it be that you have already touched the rule threshold and taken that step?" Monash Gaia stepped forward and asked urgent questions.

Of all the people present, he was the one who was most concerned about this issue.

Hearing the other man's inquiry, Grim smiled calmly and said, "You're only half right!"

The crowd nodded their heads in relief.

Grim was able to drive that powerful rule fire, and it was not false to say that he had mastered the flame rule. But to truly take that step, Grim still seemed to be lacking something.

But the crowd didn't care about that anymore.

Putting aside their past desire to win and generously acknowledging Grim's true status, the sudden emergence of such a powerful Legendary Fire Witch in the middle of the continent would definitely be of great benefit to the situation at hand.

Not to mention, this great spatial rift alone.

If those otherworldly powerhouses heard that there was such a powerful sorcerer capable of overpowering a 5th stage demon in the middle of the Witch World continent, would they still dare to unscrupulously come here and fight the autumn breeze? And those demon lords inside the Black Forest, do they still dare to ravage the Central Territory?

With Grim sitting here alone, it was enough to deter the Nine Directions from ever betting on this area in the middle of the continent again.

It was only now that these Central 4th rank sorcerers truly experienced how blessed it was to have a powerful sorcerer behind them!

"Lord Grim, what do you think we need to do in the period ahead?" The first one to step forward and take a stand was surprisingly the sharp-tongued Matthew. He had a flattering smile on his face, and the low stance he took was surprising.

His sharpness had already been knocked off by the demon's ferocity, and with no desire to win, it was easy to imagine that he couldn't wait to jump out and take a stand at this point.

The other 4th rank wizards were overwhelmed inside, but the surface dignity was still too much to wipe away for a while.

The smile on Grim's face remained unchanged, but the light emanating from the pupils of his huge black eyes grew more relaxed.

"Although that 5th rank demon has escaped, three of the remaining four Demon Lords have still escaped into the middle of the continent. Why don't you assign them, who would be more appropriate to step in for the purge?"

Everyone had just seen it clearly.

The moment the rank 5 Demon fell, it was the moment it escaped back to the Abyssal Plane with the rank 4 Succubus in tow. The remaining 3 Demon Lords were forced out of the scope of the Great Spatial Rift by the aftermath of the Great War, and could only flee into the distance in the face of the situation.

If these three 4th rank demons were allowed to loiter in the middle of the continent, they would undoubtedly bring about the destruction of the witch families along the way. Thus, it was only right to send someone to chase them down!

Besides, when the wind of war was bad, no one dared to touch these 4th rank demons. But when victory was in sight, these 4th stage demons were simply top-notch resources and materials that came to their doorstep.

The many rank 4 witches present couldn't help but lick their lips upon hearing this, and couldn't wait to hunt these demons down earlier.

Decalan and Alfred looked at each other and were about to step forward to volunteer, but that Matthew immediately opened his mouth again with a flattering smile.

"My lord, you are now the number one sorcerer in the middle of the continent, so naturally everything is under your command! Whatever your orders are, I, Matthew, will be the first to offer my support..."

Dickla and Alfred could only close the step they were about to take, cursing in the same breath, "Flatterer!"

"So much the better!" Grim nodded, "Just a few seriously injured Demon Lords, I won't take the credit anymore. I'll stay here and seal the Great Space Rift, and Mary will lead the team to hunt down the 3 Demon Lords. Matthew, Clara, Declan, Alfred and Monash Gaia, it'll be hard for you guys to accompany them!"

"Yes!" Several of the named witches had joy on their faces at the same time.

Obviously, they also knew that following Mary in her pursuit of the three 4th rank demons was a first-class fat job.