Transcendent Dawn

ꨡ[6Ba~oNz0: Chapter 800: Level Six Chapter 800: Chapter 800: Level Six Ritchie stepped back a few paces and blurted out, “You…

You’re Phil, the tutor?!”

The Fire Lover Phil!

Fifty years ago, the Magic Inheritress who suffered a crushing defeat when challenging the Mercenary Emperor!

“You…

are you really the tutor?

Why did you disappear without a trace?

Ilya and Tacro have been looking for you…”

Ritchie murmured to himself.

“Ilya…”

Phil’s Soul Fire flickered uncertainly once again, and after a long while, he let out a bitter laugh, “After that defeat…

I had died!”

“But you came back to life!

I want to learn that magic, the spell of resurrection!” Ritchie half-knelt on the ground, not forgetting his ultimate goal, “Please help me, Tutor!”

Phil’s skull turned, emitting a cackling laugh, “The departed do not die, they shall rise again!

The Mercenary Emperor would never have thought that the failure he bestowed on me, instead made me realize the power completely opposite to that of flames— the power of death and ice!

But…

this magic is very dangerous, and very incomplete…

To come back to life, I had no choice but to transform my life form, turning into this grotesque ‘Lich’!”

“I have lost my sense of smell, taste, touch…

trapped in this body, enduring torture day and night!” said Phil, “Even…

I dare not appear before my beloved; knowing all this, do you still wish to learn?”

“Yes, because I want to resurrect the one I love!”

Ritchie said loudly, “And…

Tutor, you have been trying to improve it, haven’t you?

Those ghouls, they are your masterpieces!”

“Clever little fellow, I think I need an assistant.”

Phil smiled.

He had an unspoken thought.

His revival had been purely by luck, coupled with a timely ‘Lich Transformation’.

As of now, especially in recent times, summoning souls had become particularly difficult, nearly impossible to accomplish.

Yet he said nothing, for he wanted to watch Ritchie strive, toil, and ultimately despair.

It must be said that after transforming his life form, his character, his spirit, had seen great changes, an unavoidable consequence.

…

Imperial Capital.

Su Lu boarded a flying horse carriage and arrived at the Floating City.

This Floating City was located in the sky, seldom descending to resupply.

Unless you were a mage casting a ‘Flight Spell’ or riding a magical item, it was typically inaccessible.

This restricted the possibility for most people to ascend there.

Even the usually proud residents of the Imperial Capital could only bow their heads when faced with the Floating City looming above them, quietly envious.

The carriage flew through the sky and stopped on a plaza at the edge of the Floating City.

At once, an anti-magic restriction emerged.

“The Floating City is a node more complete than the Mage Tower, capable of supporting the fifth and sixth levels of the Magic Net, and…

it also has the ability to restrict spellcasters…”

Su Lu smiled to himself.

The restriction meant that without the Floating City master’s permission, casting spells within the Floating City was prohibited to prevent the multitude of mages gathered from causing trouble.

Of course, with the power of ‘anti-magic’, comes privileges.

The master of the Floating City, namely Ilya, could grant her people the right to access the Magic Net.

Su Lu, dressed in the most ordinary of mage robes, walked through the Floating City.

The city had been planned since its establishment, with residential, commercial, and experimental zones…

all divided quite rationally, with a tall tower at the very center.

The passersby were mostly mages or magic apprentices, or at the very least, associated with mages.

The shops on both sides mainly sold various magical materials.

“Indeed, it is a city of magicians!”

Su Lu could imagine that living here for long must sever ties with the mundane world.

“Ilya…

you have fulfilled the great responsibility of promoting magic, but to become a Divine, you will inevitably face trials!”

He sighed, as a torrent of information flooded in.

…

The core of the Floating City.

Within the Meditation Room.

With the establishment of the sixth layer of the Magic Net, Ilya had entered a transformative phase, reborn anew.

Unlike the ordinary Mythical Occupational Person’s progression, her ascent this time came from the establishment of the Magic Net, which in turn nurtured her, the master of the Magic Net, into the realm of a Level Six Mage.

No Ritual was needed, and the accumulation was incredibly profound.

It could be said that there was almost no possibility of failure.

Similarly, ascending to a Level Seven Divine would be the same, as long as she could create the seventh layer of the Magic Net!

At this moment, one could see countless tiny Runes, injected into Ilya’s body through the Magic Net, completely remaking her flesh and blood to form a brand new runic body.

Behind this body, layers upon layers of the Magic Net emerged.

Jets of pitch-black pipelines protruded directly from the Magic Net, piercing into the back of her body, then disappearing from sight.

This was not the Mythical Body, but the effects were similar—the key was it allowed for even more convenient control over the power of the Magic Net!

“Finally…

Level Six.”

Ilya opened her eyes and murmured to herself.

She deeply felt that she had not made a mistake with this step.

Abolishing the Emperor, establishing a brand new Magic Empire, gathering the faith of people from the entire continent, she had directly advanced the Magic Net to its sixth layer.

And with the Magic Net’s nourishment, she had effortlessly broken through the barrier of being a Level Six Mage.

“Level Seven…

now involves the Divine, the most critical step…

The first four layers of the Magic Net rely on the Mage Tower, the Magic Net’s fifth and sixth layers on the Floating City.

The seventh layer of the Magic Net has the potential for ascension to rule, directly independent of external things…”

“If I can build the seventh layer of the Magic Net, I will certainly ascend to a Divine!”

In Ilya’s heart, a firm determination surfaced.

Immediately, all the peculiarities on her body vanished, and she changed into a magnificent magician’s robe, stepping out of the Meditation Room.

“Level Six now…

congratulations!”

Tacro, naturally still a Level Five Mage, seeing this scene, asked, “What sort of realm is this?”

“Believe me, Tacro…

words are too pale to describe it, but the most crucial points are an increasing closeness to the magic elements and the Magic Net, as well as the extension of lifespan!

At this moment, without relying on anything else, this body alone could live for about a thousand years…”

Besides, magicians have various means to extend their lifespans, overall, far stronger than the hard-pressed warriors.

Tacro was well aware that Ilya at this moment was not just an ordinary Level Six, but with core access to the Magic Net, her strength was comparable to the peak of Level Six!@@novelbin@@

He remained silent for a while, but finally spoke up, “The thirteenth Acute Angle Monument, I advise against seeking it…”

“Why?”

Ilya glanced at him, naturally carrying a great deal of pressure.

“I have received a revelation of fate, the thirteenth Acute Angle Monument harbors unmatched madness and darkness…” Tacro explained.

“I am already a Level Six Mage.”

Ilya countered, but after pondering, she nodded, “Nevertheless, since it’s your prophecy, I will give it careful consideration.”