Age of Adepts

The eyes of everyone inside and outside the arena were instantly and firmly drawn to the dark green crystal that Declan held high in his hands.

Despite being hundreds of meters away, the obscure and bizarre rule fluctuations on the dark green crystal were impressive. Even the Ani Shaman who was unmoved in the face of 4 elemental crystals changed his face the moment he perceived the rule fluctuations.

He turned his head Ug, and a burning, extremely greedy gaze came out of his dark pupils, staring at the crystals with a deadly stare.

The Crystal of Rules!

This is definitely the Crystal of Rules!

A terrifying beast roared in the heart of the Ani Shaman, and he could hardly wait to reach out and take the crystal in his arms to savor the taste of the rules within. Although the highly poisonous system was incompatible with his origin attribute, it was the crystal of rules, no one would have too much.

However, just when he was having a hard time restraining himself, the legendary fire witch Grim stretched out his hand, and a golden flame instantly wrapped around the dark green crystal and flew into his hand.

At the same time, an equally dark green figure inside Grim's body emerged and jumped up on Grim's shoulder like a urchin who hadn't gotten any candy and desperately needed it.

"Give it to me, master...I want that thing...I want I want I want..."

It was that Plague Poison Spirit Remy who hadn't shown his face for a long time.

Ever since the Voodoo Secret Scroll had devoured the Wisdom Sacrament, it had steeply jumped from a 4th rank soul arm to a 5th rank. However, Remy's excessively weak soul force was apparently not enough to drive such a powerful body, so he could only fall into a long slumber.

Now suddenly perceiving this highly poisonous crystal that was perfectly compatible with its origin attribute, Remy naturally rejoiced and couldn't wait to devour it to strengthen his soul and poisonous rules.

Grim's request for it naturally wouldn't be refused, and Remy was originally an artifact on his soul armament. If the other side could become strong, it would be easier for him to drive the Book of Filth and Darkness in the future. There was no need to be like now, where every forceful drive required Remy to sleep for a long time to save up enough soul power for the next use.

Thus, after taking this highly poisonous rule crystal into his hands, Grim didn't hesitate to bring it to Remy's mouth.

Only then did Remy, who was originally only 1 meter in size, open his mouth to the maximum and swallowed it in one gulp, stroking his small protruding belly with a satisfied heart, turned around and disappeared into Grim's body again.

Seeing this scene in front of him, the Ani Shaman who was still wording how to make a deal with Grim was filled with incredulity and a stagnant look on his face. It took a full half a moment before this transformed into a full-blown loss and frustration, and there was no mood to even strike up a conversation.

How rare Rule Crystals were, this was something Grim might not have much experience with, but Anri, who had been active outside the Domain for years, knew it well.

As far as the division of witch power was concerned, the traditional witch system divided witch power from 1st to 9th level into nine levels, with each level corresponding to a relevant power standard.

In addition to this, there is an alternative system that divides the group of witches by the source of their power.

Shamans of the 1st to 3rd levels were mostly elemental in their power, and whether they were strengthening their bodies* or souls, the source of the sorcery power they could exert always came from elemental particles.

Such shamans were called elemental shamans!

By the 4th stage, the sorcerer has become a top combatant within the Bit World, and is qualified to contact the laws of the surface. At this stage, a Sorcerer has to work hard to transform his or her elemental power into the power of the corresponding laws, and then condense and improve their power source.

Their familiarity and proficiency with the laws of the plane becomes the benchmark of their basic strength.

Such a Shaman could usually be called a Law Shaman!

On the other hand, a 5th or 6th ranked sorcerer's sorcery power was based on the power of rules, and needed to condense and gather the power of laws into a rule power that was uniquely his own. Only with complete control of a certain rule power, a 4th rank sorcerer could become a god in one step, cross the bitter barrier, and be called a great sorcerer who was beyond life and death and mortal.

And a great sorcerer of the 5th or 6th rank would be known as a rule sorcerer!

As for the 6th stage and above, Anri had only heard general descriptions of the power of the 7th and 8th stage great sorcerers controlling no longer the power of the rules, but the power of the world at a higher level. What exactly was the attribute of this kind of power and where the source came from, he also did not know.

At the top of the sorcerer's hierarchy, those 9th stage great sorcerers, on the other hand, were in control of something strange called 'Force'. For the Force, Anri was even more vague and unknown.

If he wasn't the most core member of the Sorcerer's Association, he might not even know anything about this information!

After all, within the Wizengamot, these were among the top and most confidential informational contents.

Anri had been at the peak of the 4th rank position for 300 years, but so far he had been unable to raise his power of rule to the power of rule. This was the only reason why he had decided to leave the Wizard World and run away to the Extra-Territorial Star Sea to make his way.

The same was true for Gloria and several other Association superpowers, all of whom were facing great difficulties in transforming their Laws into Rules.

Thus, when Anli saw a crystal of rules being created from nothing before his eyes, the tremendous ups and downs of that psychological shock was a little too much for even his small heart to bear.

Rules... rules... why were the rules so difficult to comprehend?

One of the main reasons was that the power of rules was ethereal and untraceable. It is just a magical and grand power generated when the bit world operates according to some predetermined rule system. You can only slowly experience and comprehend the existence of the upper rules through the end of the rules you control.

This is like asking a doctor who has never dissected a human body to guess the shape and mechanism of the heart at the source of blood based on the pulse. The difficulty of this could be imagined!

Therefore, it had to be said that the guys who were able to cross the threshold to become a 5th stage sorcerer were all monsters of luck and knowledge whose sorcery theories were profound to a certain extreme.

If not, they wouldn't be able to achieve such an unbelievably amazing feat.

Watching Grim feed an extremely precious crystal of rule to some sort of 'pet', Anri's heart almost broke.

He barely managed to get a few more perfunctory words with Grim before he fled from the other side in a panic.

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And while they, the big boys, were reaping their spoils and enjoying a rare post-battle aftermath, a large number of Association Sorcerers and hordes of Sorcerer troops poured out from inside the Sorcerer Tower and began to carefully and carefully clean up the entire battlefield.

Grim was standing quietly at the edge of the great rift in the Murky Valley, and with him there, the calamitous creatures and alienated beasts were suppressed inside the rift, not daring to show their faces at all.

This gave the Sorcerer's Association a rare opportunity to retake the battlefield!

All the aberrant beasts that still survived were slaughtered one by one, and then **divided into the necessary witchcraft materials. With such a large amount of higher materials, the Association Sorcerers were able to biochemically produce stronger Sorcerer Beasts.

Those war witch towers that had been knocked down and destroyed were also cleared out, and a new war witch tower was quickly rebuilt from scratch on the ruins of the original site.

What's more, a large number of Association Wizards on giant owls or double-headed eagles flew above the rift and sowed down some sort of weird green plant.

As soon as they landed on the ground, these green plants were growing at a frenzied speed visible to the naked eye, their roots and whiskered legs like possessed daggers plunging into the hard, steel-like rock wall, their spreading green branches and leaves shaking happily in the mist, gulping down the evil, filthy scourge in the air.

Relying on their assistance, the valley mist gradually became thinner and thinner.

Apart from the interior of the valley, which was still cloudy and unaware of the situation below, the outside of the valley was already cloudy and clear, regaining its original appearance.

And with the Calamity Breath being purified, the Wizard World's Bit Law Chain was also growing and spreading wildly towards this place. The scent of the bits of law here was also growing stronger, and the bits of consciousness was transmitting joy and pleasure through the rule level to every living creature busy in the Murky Valley.

Of course, for those lower level witches, they just inexplicably felt more and more motivated the more they worked, and the busier they were, the more relaxed they felt, unable to comprehend the existence and source of this inexplicable power at all.

Those 4th level Sorcerers, on the other hand, closed their eyes one by one, silently comprehending the influx of threads of bit plane feedback.

This was a rare opportunity for them to have brief direct contact with the bit plane consciousness.

Under the nourishment of the wisps of bit surface feedback, the rules of the bit surface that had been obscure in the past would somehow come to life and become so clear and intuitive. And the power of the rules that couldn't be touched in the past would be as vague as a mirage, revealing only scales and claws.

Why every time they fought against the bit invasion, the high level sorcerers flocked to it, this kind of bit feedback and bit consciousness after victory, but a rare rules realization.

If it wasn't for this kind of large scale planetary war that could trigger a sense of crisis in the planetary consciousness, they might not have been able to obtain this level of planetary blessing.

From this perspective, the seven 4th rank who had followed Grim from the center to the Murky Bottom Valley also had something to give and something to gain. They had put in the effort and risked their lives to fight the Calamity creatures, and it was fitting that they were able to be so rewarded right now.

Those 4th Order that remained in the middle, while safe, were clearly less likely to have such a rare opportunity than they were.

Thus, 'crisis', 'crisis', 'danger' and 'opportunity' were forever co-existing!

Naturally, the Sorcerer's Association would not be stingy with Grim, the great contributor to this war.

Dozens of 2nd and 3rd level High Healers were floating at Grim's side, using a milky white divine power to remove the elemental toxins accumulated in his body.

And in front of those huge flesh defects, an even greater number of healers shot out a green light wave and then applied healing chemicals that stimulated flesh* body recovery, trying their best to repair all the damage.

With the sheer size of Grim's body and terrifying elemental resistance, any wound would probably require several kilograms of high healing potions to produce the slightest effect.

The fact that the Sorcerer's Association was able to rescue Grim at such great cost also showed their gesture and sincerity in wanting to renew their friendship with them!

For this, Grim naturally smiled readily.