Age of Adepts

"We're still friends, aren't we?"

Grim asserted in a sincere tone.

"Friend..." the Congenese was speechless for a moment.

To be honest, a guy who dared to be friends with a demigod Wraith might not be too normal-minded. After all, the Witch Demon's fearsome and flip-flopping ruthlessness was also something that was well known in the multiverse.

Therefore, Connors was extraordinarily uncomfortable with Grim's gesture of kindness.

"As you can see, I have taken half a step in my current situation. Although I haven't been completely rejected by the Wizarding World yet, there's not much time left for me to stay inside the bit." Grim smiled and explained, "Leaving the Sorcerer's World and going outside the Domain, I'll be alone again by then, and I'm afraid I'll need a little more help from you, my 'friend', for many things!"

Although Grim's words were not transparent, the importance he attached to Kangenas was also evident.

Kangenas was already a demigod witch demon, and with the Winter Casket, there was no problem in advancing to Grand Witch Demon. Although Grim was half a step ahead of it, the other party wasn't much inferior to him when it came to individual battle strength.

Therefore, preplanning and dealing with this Witch Demon who was destined to rise to power earlier, Grim would come to the Outlander so that he wouldn't have to go both ways and not even have a 'partner' to help him out.

Strength, influence, connections, resources... these things were all essential growth elements for a top-tier Grand Sorcerer, one without the other!

Once back on the old road of weighing interests, Congenas immediately had all doubts, even selfish ones.

Grim needed a strong enough partner to act as a foreign aid, and it Connors was no different. Once it stepped into the 5th level and became a divine Great Witch Demon, it would naturally be qualified to put up its own banner inside the Witch Demon Grand Alliance and recruit some of the less-than-desirable Witch Demons as armies.

It must be known that in most of the caster organizations, there was always discrimination and rejection of Wraiths who defied the cycle of life and broke the boundary between life and death. Even many legitimate casters hated the Witch Demon and wanted to get rid of it once they found it.

As a result, the lower-ranked members of the Witch Demon Alliance could only hide like rats in the gutter, unable to hold themselves out as spell casters, it was difficult for them to acquire the necessary resources and knowledge.

But now Kangonnas had also made a name for himself, and with his great strength this was the only way to survive that unpleasant and difficult period of time. But even so, it still had trouble finding suitable trading partners in terms of many high level knowledge and rare resources.

After all, the Wraiths' usual eerie image was too deeply rooted in people's hearts, making not many caster organizations willing to deal with them.

And accordingly, if Kangenas had multiple powerful Legendary Fire Witches as partners, it might be able to open up the Wraiths' side of the road. This way, both knowledge and resources would be much easier to acquire.

With resources and strength, it would no longer be a dream to pull up a force of one's own in the Grand Alliance of Witches and Demons.

As for the matter of the Graveyard of Death... Hmph, it pulled in a powerful future sorcerer on behalf of the Witch Demon Grand Alliance, what's the point of compromising a minor witch demon!

As soon as he thought about it, Connors' attitude immediately changed dramatically, and he immediately became much more intimately acquainted with Grim.

A man of love, a concubine of love!

Both sides were lone trespassers in their respective communities, with very few partners. Now that they had a common will, they had almost instantly formed an offensive and defensive alliance, becoming 'good partners' with stable interests.

With this relationship, the two sides were also much more open and honest.

Kangenas made up its mind to set up a magic laboratory of its own near the Great Rift in Space in the short term, so that it could study Grim's advancement status nearby. Accordingly, it would also trade the secrets it had collected about the Endless Void to Grim, so that he could become familiar with the Outworld as soon as possible.

It was fair and reasonable for both sides to get what they needed!

After placating the Demigod Wraith Kangonas, only then did Grim take a covert glance around him.

All these days, he had an odd feeling that he was being watched.

However, no matter how hard Grim tried, he couldn't locate the mysterious fellow who had been hiding in the shadows and spying on him.

It wasn't those scroll scholars from the Prophet's Gauntlet, because those guys had transformed into giant eagles and clouds, and although they were very cleverly hidden, they still couldn't escape Grim's spiritual perception.

It couldn't be the strong men sent by the Sorcerer's Association either, because as far as Grim knew, the Sorcerer's Association was now in more trouble than the central part of the country. The ones running out of the Murky Abyss Valley there were Calamity Lords that roamed the Multiverse, and these guys were stronger than the Abyssal Demons in every way.

At a time like this, if the other party was still in the mood to stir up trouble in the central part of the country, Grim wouldn't mind taking a stroll to the east to see the scenery of the Murky Valley.

Although Grim had never confirmed the existence of that mysterious figure in any way, through the rule level, he had sensed the danger warning sent to him by the Bit Consciousness.

Having just repelled the Abyss attack, his relationship with the Bit Consciousness was just right, and it was understandable that he enjoyed such a little preferential treatment. It was a pity that Grim didn't have any research in foresight and divination, so he couldn't get more and more detailed information from the Bit Consciousness.

As for Alice, she had been invited to the Spirit Realm some time ago by Star Spirit Tulas and had yet to return. So Grim could only silently observe and carefully compare, trying to find out the location of that watcher with the help of the chip.

Unfortunately, the other party also seemed to be a strong person with special means. He could only deduce the existence of the other party by all means, but he was unable to confirm it.

This caused Grim to also have a vaguely ominous premonition!

...................

Grim stood quietly in his place.

These days, his only job on a daily basis was to wait quietly and then let the flames pouring out of the Heart of Rule slowly radiate and transform his body.

Right now, he only had three pieces of magical equipment on him.

The Fire God Pearl was stuffed into the Heart of Rule by it, where it transformed into a ball of scorching fire, from which a steady stream of extremely pure flame energy gushed out. These energies were imbued with extremely dense flame rules, like a scalding and tossing magma that scorched the Heart of Rule to a crisp, scorched flesh and blood.

But under the push of Grim's powerful life force, new flesh and blood continued to be reborn from within the charred and withered flesh and blood, replacing those parts that had been damaged. However, these newborn flesh and blood were apparently unable to withstand the burning of the rule flames, so they were once again scorched and blackened.

It was in this repeated cycle of scorching, rebirth, scorching again, and rebirth again... that some strange golden flesh and blood particles were quenched out. Their appearance seemed no different from ordinary flesh and blood, yet they had the power of rules that were almost completely compatible with the Indestructible Flame.

And not only would these golden flesh grains not be scorched by the rule flames, they instead became stronger and more vibrant as they collided and interacted with the rule flames.

Grim's heart was now the size of a house, while an hour of agonizing torment could only quench a single golden grain of flesh the size of a soybean. If you wanted to use this golden grain of flesh to completely replace the former Heart of Rule, you couldn't do it without fifteen years of water grinding.

Changing the Rule Heart was actually creating a demonic heart for the Fire God Pearl to carry the rule power of the 5th level flame. This process was long and painful, and it involved the use of some exceptionally rare sorcerer resources to improve the progress.

The Fire God Pearl was the source of power for the current Grim, and its function was already irreplaceable by other items. It could be politely said that Grim's entire power system after advancing to the 5th level was built around the Vulcan Bead.

Even the Book of Filth and Darkness, which was also of the 5th rank, could only take second place, unable to compete with the Fire God Bead for core status!

Aside from these two Level 5 artifacts, the only thing in Grim's past equipment that could continue to grow with him was the Focus Crystal. As for the other sorcery weapons, due to the huge difference in level, Grim was no longer able to rely on them for battle.

Some of the original rank 4 wizards could still be barely driven, but every time they were used, it meant that the lifespan of the wizard would be drastically reduced. And those below 4th rank were unable to withstand the weight of life.

I'm afraid that the moment the energy of the Grim Flame poured into it, that was the moment it exploded into a sky full of fireworks. If the weapons themselves were destroyed, their effects would naturally be lost.

After all, with their materials and refinement techniques, they obviously couldn't withstand the force of the rules!

Therefore, from today onwards, Grim would be on the same arduous path as the other great sorcerers who had to painstakingly search for resources to tailor a high level sorcery for themselves....

At the moment when Grim calmed down again and fell into a closed-eyed meditation, in the area at the edge of the Great Space Rift, a pale old sorcerer wearing a peaked hat, wearing a grey witch robe, and leaning on a tall witch staff was silently examining him.

This old sorcerer's figure was already somewhat rickety, and was by no means taller than 1.7 meters, compared to Grim's huge body of a thousand meters, he was simply like a tiny ant at the feet of a giant rhinoceros in armor.

But his presence was clearly beyond everyone's vision and perception.

Although he was standing in a remote location, there were still many wizards who were responsible for vigilance that would pass by here. These witches' sight or spiritual perceptions swept past the old wizard, and the feedback they received was a lone piece of broken charred rock, nothing strange or odd at all.

Therefore, the old wizard was also flanked by people, and the wizards responsible for monitoring and vigilance had changed one crop after another, but none of them had noticed his presence.

And he had been there for more than ten days.

He had been there almost from the moment Grim had fought off the Abyssal Refining Demon and had stood silently, observing Grim's every move and every breath of soul that leaked out.

The more he looked at it, the more interested he became, and already he was curious and amazed at Grim!

To be honest, this was the first time he had ever seen such a strange rule wizard....