Sorcerer: I want to be an Academic Prodigy

Chapter 447: Chapter 446: Ivan’s Ambition

“It’s impossible for misfortune to continue without interruption,” he reasoned, deducing correctly eight or nine times out of ten that entering other worlds would likely result in inexplicable targeting, a point worth noting.

Unfortunately, the Sacrificial Heart had only captured some scattered memory fragments, making it difficult to see clearly.

As for whether the old turtle in front of him had escaped from the Star Realm Gate, the memory fragments did not involve this point, making it uncertain, but the only certainty was that the old turtle indeed came from the Star Realm River.

“Regardless, it’s a clear recognition of the gap between ourselves and Level 4 creatures.”

“The Black Beard Lord will only be stronger than the old turtle, so if you want to proceed as originally planned, you must be prepared for a foolproof strategy, preferably luring it to the Danaila World.”

Ivan wasn’t confronting the old turtle out of stubbornness or deceit, but rather for his own purposes.

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The Meditation Method “Black Magic Sacrifice” was initially prepared for the promotion to Level 4, and the previous advancement to Level 3 was merely a trial and prelude.

When he advanced to a Level 3 Sorcerer, he used the dust python captured from the Nine-Color Pit as the sacrificial offering.

For the advancement to Level 4 Sorcerer, he set his sights on the Black Beard Lord.

Due to the early cultivation of the “Black Beard Chapter,” he had always had a deep connection with the Black Beard Lord, a connection that was fated to be inseverable in this lifetime.

In some aspects, he was still restrained by it, even directly affecting the success rate of his promotion to Level 4.

Either be prey or be the hunter.

He preferred to take the initiative and act as a hunter, and this was also the original idea behind the Black Magic Sacrifice Cocoon Formation. Using the Black Beard Lord as a sacrifice had a great advantage: their auras were interconnected, which would greatly facilitate a smooth promotion.

Before directly facing the Black Beard Lord, having an opportunity to compare the power disparity between them, he certainly wouldn’t miss this perfect chance.

The results showed that although the Fake Lord and the Lord seemed only a hair’s breadth apart, the difference in strength was vast, even though the opponent was hanging by a thread.

“Poor and broke, I need to plan and build properly to live up to the name ‘Hunting Space.'”

Ivan’s gaze swept around, and the Hunting Space in front of him might become an important aid in the future. Since the space had just recovered and was destitute, it hadn’t really come into play during the recent battle.

The Hunting Space was incomplete, lacking a key element—Shadow Blood Guards.

With this thought, he began to take the next step. First, he had to release the sealing force on the exterior of the space; chaos had already settled, and the original sealing force would now hinder the space’s development.

Under his control, the sealing force began to dissipate bit by bit, soon to vanish completely.

Suddenly, Ivan’s expression stiffened.

Unbeknownst to him, a graceful figure had appeared not far from his side, looking so noble and majestic, bearing some resemblance to the goddess statues within the Komor Empire’s temple.

The figure was looking at him with a smile that was not quite a smile, appearing rather terrifying.

“To repair the Silver Moon Blade so quickly was beyond my expectations,” she said.

“Respected Dark Night Mother Goddess, human sorcerer Ivan Marichardon extends to you the highest respects.”

Hearing her voice, Ivan immediately responded, hurrying to greet her respectfully.

From Hotter’s previous words, it wasn’t hard to deduce that this Dark Night Mother Goddess was at least a Level 6 powerhouse, her strength surpassing the entire sorcerer world, and in the face of such an existence, one must absolutely not neglect the proper courtesies.

“Aren’t you the temple’s Saint Heir?”

“Divine one, without your divine decree, how dare I presumptuously claim the title of temple’s Saint Heir.”

“You know your place. Remember, don’t die easily, lest you cause trouble for Jenny.”

“Yes, yes, I will definitely strive to live on.”

Hearing the warning from the Dark Night Mother Goddess, Ivan kept agreeing.

Without any warning, the Dark Night Mother Goddess vanished and where she had stood, there lay a glossy black object.

Clearly, this was not the true body of the Dark Night Mother Goddess, but merely a sliver of power manifested from the sealing force; the abilities of the Supreme Power were evident, seemingly omnipresent.

Ivan wiped the nonexistent sweat from his forehead, the pressure from the Dark Night Mother Goddess was simply too overwhelming.

“A seed?”

“So the Shadow Blood Guards are cultivated this way, no wonder they are a pair with the Dark Moon Blade.”

He took a step forward and discovered a peculiar seed floating there. Upon sensing the seed, related information immediately surfaced.

Once planted, the seed would grow into a ‘Shadow Blood Tree.’

In fact, the Shadow Blood Tree was essentially the Shadow Blood Guards, an unconventional type of tree guardian.

Without any doubt, Ivan imprinted his own power onto the seed and hurled it toward the center of the island, watching as the seed sank effortlessly into the rocky interior.

In less than half a minute, a sapling noiselessly sprouted, stretching taller by the second, quickly becoming a hundred-meter-tall giant tree.

This tree existed between semi-illusory and semi-real, bearing branches but no leaves, with its trunk and branches half black and half blood red, clearly distinguished. The growth rate of the giant tree slowed once it reached a hundred meters.

“Indeed, it’s the remnants of a Level 4 creature, confirming the saying, ‘A lean camel is bigger than a horse.’ Otherwise, the Shadow Blood Tree wouldn’t have grown this stage so easily.”

Ivan could sense that the Shadow Blood Tree was still growing, and within its trunk, a consciousness was brewing.

Once that consciousness took shape, the first Shadow Blood Guard would be born, which would then truly reveal the mysteries of the Hunting Space and provide insight into the entirety of the Silver Moon Blade.

At that moment, the giant tree shook slightly, rustling as if it were amiably greeting him.

“Grow well, I’ll wait for you to mature.”

Ivan smiled upon seeing this, and the giant tree responded by swaying.

After staying in the Hunting Space for a while, he left for the outside of the Silver Moon Blade. The swamp ant that had been waiting eagerly approached him as soon as he emerged.

“Sorcerer Ivan, you finally came out. How did it go, did you punish that thief, did you beat him miserably?”

“A narrow victory with one move, it’s been dealt with properly.”

“I knew it, just an old turtle, it must have been a piece of cake for you, Sorcerer Ivan,” the swamp ant unconsciously dismissed his modest words, admiringly said.

“Stop boasting. Once I’ve rested well, we’ll leave this cage and explore other parts of the Great Sky River,” Ivan, more exhausted than before, instantaneously leapt onto the back of the swamp ant and sat cross-legged.

The swamp ant involuntarily closed its mouth. Bored, its gaze fell on the Silver Moon Blade not far away.

At this time, the Silver Moon Blade had shrunk to the height of a person and was floating horizontally in mid-air like a flat boat, looking more sparkling and agile than before.

The swamp ant blinked, noticing the Silver Moon Blade seemed to have moved by itself, subtly shifting away a short distance.

Something was not right!

Clearly, this wasn’t manipulated by Sorcerer Ivan; he wouldn’t engage in such a pointless act.

After a while, the swamp ant became even more convinced of its suspicion.

The blade indeed seemed to have developed some instinctual consciousness and was quite shy, apparently aware enough to avert its own gaze.

“What’s going on?”

“It moved; it’s rather strange.”

“The Silver Moon Blade has indeed undergone some changes; it could probably be used as an airship.”

“It can fly?”

“It’s suitable for brief flights, don’t forget that it is essentially a blade and not something else.”

Only when Ivan’s voice rang out again did the swamp ant stop engaging in that pointless game.

It hastily bombarded him with questions and finally felt relieved when it heard the last phrase, realizing it didn’t have to worry about being out of a job.