A large amount of power of the will was drained, but the Master Alchemy pattern was still transforming. The original golden light was slowly becoming darker and darker, and the power of the will was the raw material for this transformation.
In fact, this transformation process depended on the amount of power of the will. Normally, this transformation process would forcibly transform 200 points of power of the will. However, if the power of the will exceeded 200 points, it would forcibly absorb more power of the will, and the transformation process would go deeper.
If the power of the will was less than 200 points, the transformation process would fail, and the Master Alchemy pattern would collapse.
Abel had not read much about having more than 200 points of power of the will in the experience books. Indeed, there were not many elite alchemists with 200 points of power of the will. Most elite alchemists would use potions to replenish their power of the will to make up for their lack of power of the will.
Abel was very confident in his power of the will, so he did not think about replenishing his power of the will. Therefore, the transformation process did not stop after consuming 200 points of power of the will.
When his power of the will exceeded 300 points, the transformation process stopped. This was because 300 points of power of the will was not his real power of the will. It was obtained through other methods, and the Master Alchemy pattern would not accept this kind of power of the will.
By this point, the Master Alchemy pattern had completely transformed into a dark gold color, and the world suppression force had naturally disappeared. Instead, a strange energy wrapped around Abel.
Abel's power of the will was slowly recovering under this strange energy. His power of the will had become even stronger, and it seemed like his power of the will had changed.
Before, his power of the will could move some gas, smoke, or even some extremely light objects. Now, his power of the will had changed a little. He could forcefully move objects that were not too heavy.
This was a qualitative change in his power of the will. Unfortunately, although the quality had changed, the quantity had decreased a lot.
Originally, he had 300 points of power of the will, but now he only had 200 points of power of the will left. This was not a small loss. His main profession, Wizard, relied on the range of his power of the will to cast spells. When his power of the will reached 300 points, he could cast spells up to 300 meters away.
Now that his power of the will had dropped to 200 points, he could only cast spells up to 200 meters away.
Abel couldn't help but feel annoyed. If he knew this would happen, he would never have tried to become a Master Alchemist.
Although becoming a Master Alchemist was helpful to him, it was not his main profession. Now that he had become a Master Alchemist, his power as a Wizard was affected. This was something he did not want to happen.
However, just as he was feeling vexed, he discovered that due to the qualitative change of his mental strength, his strengthened mental strength involuntarily entered a state of meditation.
This was not a mana environment, so meditation would directly fail..... Abel's main soul had automatically entered his main body, so he could not do anything....... Druil Druil's sub-soul, his sub-soul, of the will of the will.........
Due to the timely supply of mana, the meditation process was not interrupted. Traces of mana were absorbed into the wizard core and slowly turned into magic power.
The meditation process lasted for an hour. Fortunately, there was an isolation circle outside the seclusion room. It was because of the isolation circle that the elves outside didn't know that there was a mana environment here.
"Bang!" After Abel finished his meditation, he suddenly realized that his power of the Will had increased by one point. It was now at 201 points. He couldn't help but feel happy. Although the power of the Will could be increased through meditation, it shouldn't be this big of an increase.
This could only mean one thing. The loss of 100 points of the will was not permanent. He could recover it bit by bit through meditation.
For other Magi, it might take a few months to complete a hundred meditation sessions, but for him, it only took five days.
Abel let out a long breath of relief. He let go of the frustration in his heart. He looked at the Master Alchemist pattern in his body, and he realized he was a Master Alchemist.
He was not a Master Alchemist by honor. He was a true Master Alchemist. No elf, human, or dwarf had ever reached this level in the past 1000 years in the Holy Continent.
As Abel's heart tightened and relaxed, he was filled with excitement. Suddenly, a promotion qi appeared beside him.
The promotion qi directly pushed him into the wizard promotion state. The strong promotion qi almost made him lose himself in the process. Abel thought about the situation when he became an official wizard. He was not sure if he would be suppressed by the power of the world.
Even the promotion of a Master Alchemist was suppressed in this world. He needed a home ground.
Needless to say, his home ground was Rogge's Camp in the Dark World. He was the god there.
Although he could not use his main soul, the Druil soul did a great job again. It took out a Town Portal Scroll from the Kong Kong spirit portal bag and opened a portal. Afterward, the Druil soul used its power of the will to forcefully push its body into the portal.
As soon as he entered the Dark World, he found himself in Rogge's Camp. The surrounding mana was almost cheering as it rushed towards him.
By that point, the promotion qi had completely taken control of his main soul. The promotion had begun. The rank 11 wizard pattern was as simple as 1 + 1 for him, who had just completed the Master Alchemist pattern.
The process of becoming an intermediate wizard was so simple that it was beyond his imagination. It was like the entire world was helping him in the Rogge's Camp. His body and soul were constantly being nourished by the Rogge's Camp. The process of becoming an intermediate wizard was over in just 10 minutes.
When Abel opened his eyes, he couldn't believe it. He had been trying so hard for 2 months to level up, and he had succeeded.
It seemed like it was not a bad idea to learn more about other professions. The bottleneck of becoming a wizard was driven by the promotion of a Master Alchemist.
He just didn't think that other than him, no one else would use the promotion of a Master Alchemist to promote an intermediate wizard. There were many intermediate wizards in the Holy Continent, but not a single Master Alchemist.
Now was not the time to be happy. He remembered that he had entered the Dark World from the retreat room of the Alchemist Union. If he stayed there for too long, something might happen.
He took out another Town Portal Scroll and tore it open. Afterward, he returned to the retreat room through the portal.
Fortunately, this seclusion room opened from the inside. As long as the person inside didn't open it, the people outside could only wait. Moreover, with the help of isolation arrays, defensive arrays, and many other arrays, even if the people outside wanted to force their way in, they would have to spend a lot of time.
Abel did not spend too much time in the Dark World. With 20 times the time difference, the time he spent in the Dark World was only a few minutes in the Holy Continent.
He checked his body. He had just become an intermediate wizard, so his rank 11 wizard scent was very obvious. Since he had just become a master alchemist, the scent of the master alchemist pattern in his body was constantly leaking out.
He adjusted his transformation necklace with his power of the will and locked his rank 11 wizard scent. He did not care about his Master Alchemist scent.
Abel opened the door of the retreat room. As soon as the door was opened, all the magic circles outside the door stopped. The retreat room that was isolated by the isolation circle suddenly appeared in front of the two masters who were waiting outside.
The city spirit of Angstrom City in the Grand Ducal Palace also stopped the energy supply and sent a message to the investigation department, "The exclusive retreat room for Master Alchemists has been used. The retreat room is now open!"
When Abel stepped out of the retreat room, a strange scent rushed out.
"Master Bennett, you've succeeded?" Although Master Peter had lost his alchemy pattern, his power of the will did not disappear. He could clearly sense the scent of a Master Alchemist, so he asked with a shaky voice.
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