"Black Wind, let's go to the oak tree!" Abel said as he patted Black Wind's neck.
Black Wind heard Abel's order and suddenly sped up. He turned into a flash of lightning and rushed towards the oak tree.
Soon, Abel appeared beside the oak tree. He didn't know why the oak tree was looking for him. He put his hand on the oak tree's trunk and slowly merged with it.
The oak tree's huge leaves were like Abel's power of the will. He could sense everything around him through the leaves.
The space under the oak tree's leaves was still independent of this world, but he could feel the oak tree's request. It wanted him to merge with this world.
With a single thought, Abel's eyes began to shine. Following that, the oak tree's huge trunk and leaves began to shake violently. The world had begun to accept the oak tree.
Although the original oak tree grew very quickly, it had always been suppressed by this world. In this world, it created its own independent space. Only the shade under the tree was the place it could truly control. There, it could rely on the underground roots to do what it wanted.
But now, it was different. After the world accepted the oak tree, other than not being able to move around, the oak tree could control the extension of its roots to a place where its roots could reach. It was going to have a major development.
In the past, if it wanted to grow even a little bit, it had to expand its leaves and its independent space at the same time. That had greatly limited its growth.
Abel could feel the oak tree's excitement. After the oak tree had merged with this world, it could control more blue howling rabbits. Although he didn't know why, he was sure that the oak tree wanted to control more blue howling rabbits.
If the oak tree's independent space was like an iron ball before, it was sealed and strong. It could survive the suppression of this world, but now, it was like a balloon. It had expanded dozens of times.
Although the oak tree couldn't use its roots to control further places, as long as Abel could extend his power of the will, it would be able to control them.
Abel let go of the oak tree. He still couldn't figure out what this oak tree was. If this oak tree was in the Holy Continent, he would've been able to find the most powerful druid to ask for advice, given his relationship with the elves.
It was a shame that the oak tree was placed in Blood Moor. It was a secret that he couldn't share with others. Abel knew very well that the oak tree wouldn't be a threat to him no matter what. The oak tree's existence was very strange. It was almost like a contract beast since they all had the same soul chain.
However, there were some differences. The oak tree's intelligence was cultivated by Abel's power of the will. Every time Abel merged with the oak tree, he felt like the oak tree was his second body.
He just wanted the oak tree to grow bigger and bigger. The entire Blood Moor would become a paradise for the oak tree.
By the time he returned to the Rogue's Encampment, it was time to meditate. He walked into the intermediate mana gathering circle and sat on a cushion in the middle of the circle. He held 2 blue crystal cores in each of his hands.
As soon as he began to meditate, a familiar song emerged. It was the song of life. It was the song he heard after he killed Andar and saved countless lives.
It was like his soul was being cleansed by this extremely pure song. His wizard core began to shine with a holy light. The mana in the originally calm intermediate mana gathering circle seemed to have found a direction and began to gather towards Abel.
This intermediate mana gathering circle in the Rogue encampment had been set up for a long time, so most of the mana in the circle was stored in the form of a water ball. At this moment, a large amount of mana was gathered again, and a large amount of mana was sent towards Abel.
Abel was wrapped in a mana water ball. As his wizard core flashed, his newly promoted rank 7 wizard pattern was replenished at an unprecedented speed. The mana water ball also began to shrink.
He couldn't understand what was going on. It was like the laws of meditation had been broken. The song of life had changed the way wizards meditated since ancient times.
Abel's consciousness was now empty. He had thrown his body aside. His entire soul was immersed in the song of life. His Druil soul was also affected by the song of life.
As the Druil soul was immersed in the song of life, its power of the will began to grow rapidly. Originally, the power of the will of the will of the will of the Druil soul could only control some magic items like scrolls or magic staffs to cast spells. Although it had grown a little, it could only cast low-level spells at most.
Now, in just a short period of time, the power of the will of the will of the Druil soul had grown to the point where it could cast low-level spells. This had saved Abel a few years of hard work. The most important thing was that as long as he practiced hard, his power of the will would be able to break through the limitations of multitasking.
After the mana outside Abel's body was absorbed into his mind, it was surrounded by the song of life. Soon, the mana was transformed into pure mana that could be directly absorbed by his wizard core.
His wizard core madly absorbed the converted mana. Originally, it would take Abel at least a few hundred days to fill up his rank 7 wizard pattern, but now, a large amount of mana was being poured in.
Abel was talking about holding 2 blue crystal cores in each hand in this condensed mana environment. If he was in a magic tower in the Holy Continent without crystal cores, it would take at least 10 years to fill up his rank 7 wizard pattern.
A wizard's meditation was a grinding process. They would slowly convert mana into mana that they could accept and use it to fill up their wizard pattern. This process was very delicate. Even the slightest mistake could lead to a huge problem.
It was important to note that a Magus' crystal core was located in the brain. Some Magi had been too hasty and had not filled their mana properly, or their mana was not pure enough. The consequences of this were severe injuries and even death.
With the current speed of Wizard Abel's crystal core filling up, this situation could happen at any time. However, his situation was different. Every strand of mana was perfectly and accurately filling up the most suitable position. It was not his power of the will that was controlling them, but the world stone fragment between his eyes.
If Abel's Druil soul was a calculator that could accurately calculate and never make mistakes, then the world stone fragment was a calculator. Its processing power was countless times more powerful than a Druil soul, and it had more autonomy.
For example, Abel's soul was lost in the song of life. No matter how pure his mana was, it would go to waste if he didn't control it properly. Worse, his brain would be damaged by the mana rushing in.
Of course, Abel was not afraid of damage. As long as he didn't die immediately, he could recover with the full recovery potion.
Without Abel's command, the world stone fragment took over the control of the mana and allowed him to continue his meditation perfectly. It was also very precise even when the mana was pouring in at an extreme speed.
If Abel was awake, he couldn't guarantee that he could still meditate perfectly with so much mana pouring in. The only thing he could do was slow down the flow of mana and slowly control it to enter his wizard pattern. That way, he would lose a lot of pure mana.
As the song of life continued, the rank 7 wizard pattern was filled up. The bottleneck that should have happened had disappeared, and a surge of leveling up qi emerged from Abel's body.
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