Age of Adepts

Fire Elemental Plane, Altar of Molten Fire.

In the center of the valley, a dense vibrating portal slowly opened, and Grim returned once again.

Compared to the previous time, the area around the Lava Lake had become much more lively and noisy.

In addition to molten core giants, embers web spiders, and metal magic weapons, there were many more flame creatures of various shapes and forms, ranging from low-level fire elements, flame spirits, and fire spirits to mid- to high-level flame giants, molten fire giants, lava dogs, and lava giants....

It could be politely said that the entire area around the molten fire altar had become a museum of flame creatures, and it was already possible to see half of the native creatures of the fire elemental plane here.

Looking at the embers web tarantula mother Lakebeth who hurriedly arrived from the lava lake, Grim frowned slightly and said in a deep voice, "What's going on here, why are there so many lowly creatures?"

Hearing Grim's questioning, Lakebeth hurriedly lowered its body and explained in a strange and hoarse spirit language, "My lord, these are the laborers I have enslaved from the surrounding area and used them to speed up the construction of the Witch Tower." At this point, it also specifically lowered its voice and said in a trembling voice, "My lord, as you know, this molten fire altar is somewhat evil, and low-level creatures will inexplicably disappear after staying here for a long time. So, if we don't catch more people, the number of laborers will not be able to keep up..."

"Disappear?" Grim was slightly startled, and immediately recalled his first encounter with the altar of molten fire in a strange way, and believed everything Lakebeth said.

"You immediately deploy someone to build me an altar, I want to sacrifice something!"

"The altar? May I also ask your lordship to show that a flame altar of that size is needed?"

"Highest specifications... I need to communicate with the fire elemental's bitemporal consciousness this time!"

Sheesh....

Lakebeth immediately sucked in a breath of cold air.

You know, for flame lords like them, the objects of sacrifice are usually the flame monarchs around the territory. As for the bit consciousness that communicated with the fire elemental plane, without any high-standard offerings, don't expect the bit consciousness to respond to your request.

Suddenly taking on this great responsibility, even this veteran Flame Lord became agitated and hyperactive.

"Communicating with the bit consciousness... A flame altar of that size is not something that can be easily laid out. I'm afraid that in every region, only the Flame Lords have such a high-grade world altar." Lakebeth's large, furry spider face showed a difficult look.

"What do you mean, we can't build it?"

"It's not that it can't be built, but it will take a long time, and you'll need to go everywhere to find the necessary resources... I estimate that it will take ten years at the earliest to build it!"

It was Grim's turn to be taken aback.

Up until this moment, he hadn't realized the almost completely different times and values of the two worlds.

On the Fire Elemental plane, even those powerful Flame Lords, many of them were never known to hoard resources in advance. They could slowly increase their power by sitting at home, so their thirst for outside resources became less intense.

Not too thirsty for resources, not too thirsty for materials, not too thirsty for territory... In short, they don't move as lazily as they can, and spend the entire day muddling around in their lair, using the time to accumulate power a little bit.

This was already the way of life that the vast majority of flame creatures had etched into their souls!

There really was no pressure to survive, and there was no urge to evolve and no valley of yawning hope.

In the wizard world, scavenging resources and knowledge to the best of one's ability, hoarding all the magical materials one might need in the future... this was the most common attitude and habit of life for human witches.

There would never be an awkward situation where a 4th rank wizard couldn't even create a world altar.

Ten years...damn, ten years was a long time, who knew if these shards of the Divine Grid would attract some trouble if left in their hands. It was better to turn them into their true power as soon as possible.

How about rubbing down its world altar at Gromse?

However, bringing such a valuable offering to another Flame King's personal territory... Even if Grim didn't believe that the other party would be so small-minded, he couldn't make such a risky move of taking such a risky step on his own.

Seeing Grim's bad face, Lakebeth couldn't help but extend one of his furry forelegs to point at the lava lake in the distance with a strange expression on his face, "My lord, isn't that just a world altar? Why do we need to build one ourselves?"

Grim was startled and turned his body around, staring at the old and decrepit altar that was standing quietly in front of the lava lake.

For some reason, when his gaze fell on the altar, a certain silk string inside him seemed to have been suddenly touched, but trembled violently, making him feel a little surly and emotional.

"Lakebeth, inform Sok, withdraw all flame creatures and magic weapons from the molten fire altar...clear the area immediately!"

Hearing Grim's forbidding words of disobedience, Lakebeth hurriedly leaned over slightly and responded, "Yes, I'm on my way!"

This was, after all, a private territory under Grim's rule, and a single order would not have the slightest hint of questioning or disobeying dissenting voices. In just half a quarter of an hour, the Noda construction site that was boiling with people just now became silent, and there was no longer half an active figure around the entire Molten Fire Altar.

Grim's vast and matchless spiritual energy slowly roamed around the area around the molten fire altar, slowly but firmly sweeping over every piece of land and every inch of space here. From the sky above, to the earth below, even the bottom of the molten lava lake was thoroughly scanned.

Only after confirming that there was nothing out of the ordinary did Grim reach out and pull open a door of flame in the void. A moment later, the lighted billet that Grim had left behind in the Wizard World came out of it.

"You've already figured out what to do with this Divine Grid fragment?" The lighted billet inquired curiously.

"Think about it!" Grim and it just looked at each other, and their minds were instantly in sync. The experiences and changes in each other's past decades were also clear.

The Horton Witchcraft Academy had grown even larger than before....

The Ani Witch of the Coven has managed to advance to Level 5 and go out of the domain....

The central Nicolas wizard is lost underground in a battle with the underground world and lives and dies unknown....

The family's internal Worm Witch Billis has successfully advanced to Level 4, becoming the family's core fighting force....

There were multiple more people within the family who had advanced to level 3, and the power of the middle level was still growing steadily....

Family patriarch Gnome Cappy holds latest failed life extension ritual and is dying....

The goblin plane has proposed the construction of a magic titan and is applying for family resources....

For the Northlands, Alice's side of the ice woman, the berserk witch and that Lucia all promoted to Level 3....

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Grim took the fragment of the Flame Goddess from the Lighted Splitter and tossed a few more shreds of divinity to the other side, before instructing softly, "Give this to Mary! With these divine qualities, she'll be greatly benefited whether she increases her agility or strengthens her blood supernatural abilities... Also tell her that she can come and meet me after I build the witch tower here!"

The lighted bilocation smiled heedlessly, received the divinity into its body, and turned around to return back to the Wizard World through the Gate of Flame.

When the Light Transformation Billet left, Grim couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

It had only been a few decades since he left the Sorcerer's World, but in his heart it was as if he had already left an entire century. All the changes that had occurred there, even if they had to do with his own disciples and loved ones, were like listening to an unfamiliar story to him, with an overwhelming sense of alienation.

The quest for power had made him stride forward, but he had also unknowingly left so many of his companions behind. The memories of the past are still there, everything that happened is still vivid in his mind, but the emotions and humanity attached to the memories have been blurring and fading with the transformation of their own form....

An overly sensible, overly realistic mind has made him disdainful of indulging his mind with illusory, ephemeral love and affection, beyond exorcising the hypocrisy and self-deception of human nature!

Travelling through this world, exploring the endless bits, searching for the hidden secrets behind the world... This simple yet true idea gradually surfaced in his mind, becoming the one ideal he had been thinking about the most for some time now.

Before advancing to the 5th step, the pressure of survival forced Grim to keep moving forward. Everything he did was a struggle to survive, doing his best to run forward for himself and for his family....

After advancing to Level 5, his life dimension suddenly stretched to ten thousand years, and the regularization of his body and soul had caused some subtle changes in his mind and consciousness.

The pressure of survival wasn't so great anymore... Even with that Great Witch of Mesa inside, the God of Wisdom and Flame outside, and now another God of Hunting eyeing him, Grim was still living in style and taste.

If the other side pressed hard enough, that steel capital of Camp Esoda outside the domain could be abandoned. Grim had retreated to the fire elemental plane, and this place wouldn't allow out-of-boundary creatures to invade en masse. Those enemies who wanted to trouble Grim would have to sneak in themselves and search for him all over the Fire Elemental Plane like a needle in a haystack.

If it wasn't safe here either, Grim wouldn't even mind dropping everything to wander the extra-territorial Star Sea.

Anyway, with his ability to break into and go to all the various regions, it wouldn't be that easy for the other side to try to push him to his death!

And being alone and alone, there was nothing to worry about, so naturally, he would not stay and fight the enemy to the death just for a mere bit of territory. It was this relaxed mindset of advancing and retreating that had created Grim's current sense of freedom.

Now he was suddenly filled with curiosity about the world, and had an urge to trek through thousands of mountains and rivers to slowly comprehend and experience the mysteries and wonders of the world!