"This way, I'll be immune to physical attacks up to rank 10, and all kinds of magic resistance up to rank 11. My mobility will also be greatly enhanced. And the shadow puppets will help … "
Just one trip to the Shadow Plane, and he had gained so much.
Lin Sheng thought about going to the Shadow Plane for a second time after resting and recovering his magic power.
"Sure enough, a simple magic cannon isn't the path I should take. What suits me best is to use magic to strengthen myself, and then go up to fight. This path of magic warriors is the strongest perfect model. "
Just as Lin Sheng was about to return to rest.
On the other side of the continent, in a dark underground cavern temple.
Hundreds of mysterious people in black robes and white skull masks were waiting quietly.
They were waiting for the ferocious statue in the temple to bestow a new oracle.
"The divine child has already brought the oracle through the shadows, and is about to descend. We just need to wait," the masked man standing at the front said in a low voice.
"But the divine child left a message before, shouldn't it be time already?" Another female masked man asked in a low voice, puzzled.
"Did something happen along the way?" Someone said worriedly.
"Impossible!" The leader of the masked men flatly denied. "The divine child is a Shadow Wyvern, and he has been blessed by the True God. He also has the divine weapon of the Lake of Life. He can break through to the Legend rank at any time. With this kind of foundation, he can already sweep away some ordinary large forces. Even if he meets a real Legend, he can still fight. There definitely won't be any accidents. "
At this moment, the statue in front of everyone suddenly flashed with a black electric arc, and then a message spread out.
"Err … The divine child replied that he can't come … He said that the divine weapon broke halfway and can't be used in the ceremony. He has to return to repair it."
"…"
"…"
The group of masked men in black robes looked at each other, speechless. They had no idea what was going on.
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White Stone Forest.
Aurora Selster stood proudly on the high platform, officially receiving her rank 8 apprentice nameplate.
Yes, she, Aurora, had finally completed all the foundation repairs today, and officially became a standard rank 8 apprentice.
Like her, there were six people standing in a row around her.
One of them was Cinderella, who she did not get along with.
But it didn't matter. On such a joyous day, even if he was an old enemy, she felt much more pleasing to the eye.
I just didn't have a good foundation before. Now that I've completed it, it's time for me to soar, Aurora thought happily.
Soon, amidst the applause, she slowly walked down the stage with a group of people.
As her companions congratulated her, Aurora's smile became a lot more sincere.
She was not a fool. It was just that she had been pampered outside and had developed a bad temper.
This time, when she was released by her family to live and study alone, it was also part of the plan to train her temper.
After coming to the White Boulder Forest, she had suffered too many blows from her peers around her. She was no longer as arrogant and domineering as she was in the beginning. His temperament had also calmed down a lot.
She politely thanked her companions for their congratulations.
In the past, she would never have done such a thing.
But here, especially when she found out that several of her classmates seemed ordinary, but in fact, they all had powerful backgrounds that surpassed hers.
The pride in her heart was gradually thwarted. She was much more mature now.
After joking around with her companions for a while, a female apprentice suddenly asked jokingly.
"By the way, Aurora, I heard that Mage Malfaria submitted another advancement application. Did you know? Your family is on good terms with Mage Malfaria's family. If you have any problems with spells in the future, you can find a genius mage to learn from. How fortunate! "
"Another advancement?? So fast?! "
Aurora's smile froze slightly, and her heart skipped a beat.
"What? Aren't you on good terms with Mage Malfaria? Don't you know? "Cinderella suddenly sneered coldly.
"Of course I know." Not to be outdone, Aurora put on an expression that said she already knew it.
"Although I'm no longer under Mage Malfaria's tutelage, we still have some contact sometimes. I just don't want to talk about it too much. Otherwise, people would think that I'm trying to curry favor with him. "
"Hehe." Cinderella did not doubt it, but the sour feeling in her heart was gradually disappearing.
Originally, the gap between her and Lin Sheng was not that big. Therefore, she still felt sour when she saw Lin Sheng's rapid improvement as they were of the same age.
But when the gap between them reached a limit, she no longer had the thought of comparing herself with him.
All she could do was sigh.
"What's wrong? Stunned? "Seeing that she had fallen silent, Aurora immediately began to mock her. "Without the help of his uncle, Malfaria definitely could not have improved so quickly. What do you mean by that expression? "
Cinderella raised her head and looked at Aurora seriously.
"Even the Son of Nature was stuck between level-three and level-four for an entire year. Do you think that Malfaria's uncle can compare to the Son of Nature's teacher, that incomparably powerful Legend?"
She paused.
"Or do you think that level-three to level-four can be improved with resources and experience points? Give me an example of a second generation. "
Looking at Aurora, the expression on her face could not be maintained.
Cinderella looked away and looked into the distance outside the window.
"So, let's not lie to ourselves."
The expression on Aurora's face gradually became solemn.
Level-Four Mage …
The last time she saw Malfaria, he was only level-two. But now …
She used to think that her talent was unparalleled, and that she was the true protagonist of the entire world.
She used to think that with her talent, becoming Malfaria's disciple would definitely make that little brat extremely happy.
A formal Mage under his tutelage would receive great rewards in any Mage organization.
She used to think that surpassing Malfaria would be an easy task.
Just like how she went from a normal person to a level-nine apprentice in just two years.
For those with talent, their spellcasting level would definitely be raised very quickly.
She could catch up to a mere level-two or level-three Mage in the blink of an eye.
Until she spent a year to officially become a level-eight apprentice. And the speed at which her magic power increased became slower and slower. The amount of magic power she needed to accumulate also increased.
The materials and books she needed to learn could even form a small mountain when they were piled up.
As for Malfaria?
It was said that when he was a level-one Mage, he had already mastered 25 different languages.
Just the Heavenly Language alone was enough for him to understand three different regions.
Therefore, Cinderella's words of "don't lie to yourself" were like a cannonball that fiercely bombarded Aurora's heart.
The two looked at each other in silence. Actually, they had both seen the reality clearly.
Malfaria had never been as mediocre as them from the start. A top-notch genius like that was not someone ordinary people could compare to.
The only people who could compare to him were people like the Son of Nature or the Legendary Daughter.
"It's good that you're optimistic." Cinderella suddenly smiled. "Let's go to the Blackstone Library in the afternoon?" She stretched out her hand to Aurora.
The latter froze for a moment, then threw away the confusion and last trace of unwillingness in her heart. Right now, she no longer needed to worry about these things.
Apart from wasting time, it was meaningless.
She thought for a moment and also stretched out her hand, taking Cinderella's hand.
"Okay."
Aurora nodded firmly in the end.
No matter how exciting and brilliant Malfaria's life was.
They still had to continue their ordinary hard work.
So what if they had ordinary talent? As long as they persevered and kept moving forward.
Sooner or later, they would have their own light.
No matter how weak that light was, it was still light.
Maybe one day many years later, they would still be able to see Malfaria's name in a speech or in a biography.
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