A Wizard's Secret Chapter 902 - Three Thousand Years!

Chapter 902: Three Thousand Years!

Previously, only six supre existences such as the Thirty-six Emperors remained in the Void Zone. However, since the entire Void Zone had been shaken three thousand years ago, so changes appeared to have taken place.

So larger civilizations had risen rapidly, so talented figures had also beco ultimate existences, and even mobilized the origin of the natural order, easing the process. In particular, the fourth-grade ultimate Emperor existence, which had not been born for a long ti, had begun to rise. It was as if the Void Zone had returned to its forr age of glory and prosperity.

anwhile, so of the rare ultimate fourth-grade Emperor existences had appeared one after another, and without notice, beca the avatars of the origin of the natural order and existences like the Thirty-six Emperors.

Within the span of three thousand years alone, the fourth-grade Emperor ultimate existences had risen significantly, and the supre existences such as the Thirty-six Emperors had risen dramatically from the remaining six to thirty-six.

The Thirty-six Emperors were just about the toleration extent of the Void Zone. Even in ancient tis during the golden age of the Void Zone, only the Thirty-six Emperors existed! The common life forms were naturally in the dark about what had happened but the Thirty-six Emperors knew well that this was a war far more devastating than the one against the Vestigial Tribe in the ancient tis as it concerned the life and death of the entire Void Zone!

“Everyone, we’ve searched for over three thousand years but still, we’ve yet to discover rlin that the great will of the Void Zone had us look for.”

“It can’t be helped. The great will of the Void Zone has been so wary and cautious of rlin. He must be soone of extraordinary feat. Don’t forget, he single-handedly killed three Emperor existences.”

“We can only be patient and continue the search. Us Thirty-six Emperors may be powerful but the Void Zone is far too vast. No one can say that they’ve looked through every single dinsion.”

On an isolated dinsion sowhere in the Void Zone, several Emperor-level contenders were currently inspecting every inch of their surroundings with furrowed brows but discovered no signs of rlin.

rlin was the culprit who had cause the turmoil in the Void Zone more than three thousand years ago, and posed a threat bigger than even the Vestigial Tribe. Therefore, in just three thousand years, although the Void Zone may have appeared glorious, in reality, it had fallen into a crisis, which was the reason why the Void Zone had allowed the birth of so many powerful contenders.

The fellow Emperor-level contenders shook their heads powerlessly as they flew off into different directions and continuing their search.

...

“Bang.”

On an open space, two teenagers of about fourteen to fifteen years of age, with long blond hair and a pair of purplish eyes, were the rulers of this huge dinsion, the Purple-eyed Tribe!

Only now, between the two teenagers who were fighting against each other, the slighter one was beaten to the ground with a single fist as the teenagers behind jeered.

“Haha, Stedman’s so dumb. It’s been a month, and he still hasn’t mastered Storm Fist.”

“Stedman may be the clan elder’s son but he’s the most useless one of them all. He’s not qualified to enter the interclan tournant. He’d only embarrass us.”

The group of teenagers sneered and mocked the scrawny teenager who had clenched their fists, and resentnt fueled their hearts.

However, he was born less gifted, and it seed that he was slower than others. Things that others would spend days to learn would take him months, and even then, he may not be able to master it. It would take him a long ti to ponder a more complicated fist technique.

“C’mon, let’s go. Don’t bother with him.”

The teenagers then left on their high horses. Although Stedman was born a noble, the clan elder had many other sons and could care less about him, the dull one which resulted in them riding atop his head.

After a mont, Stedman got up from the ground, brushed away the dirt, and took his leave, arriving at a relatively small residence.

The residence was only a part located in the most isolated area of the huge manor in front. He looked at the manor filled with luxuriously decorated rooms; those were the residences of his brothers. As the clan elder’s son, this was one of their privileges. Unfortunately, Stedman was born dull, and had long since lost his father’s favor, and had to live in the most secluded room in the manor.

It was a good thing that Stedman had always been introverted and preferred solitude. It was good enough that he had a little, isolated house to stay in.

“Creak.”

Stedman opened the door, and wiped away the remaining tears on his face. Even though he was not gifted and slower than others, he was a very prideful person. He had spent nightti practicing Storm Fist as well but despite spending two or three tis the hours than others, he still failed to catch up with others’ progress.

Until now, he had yet to even master a simple Storm Fist, much less activate the powers of the Purple-eyed. Mastering the power of talent was his dream.

Throughout the entire continent, the Purple-eyed people held a very special power, and that was the Purple-eyed talent which was in the blood of all. Only the most powerful Purple-eyed people would be able to activate its powers and gain the mighty powers of the talent and rise above others.

Stedman had dread of the day where he would be able to master the power of talent and beco one of the strong and powerful so that no one would ever make fun of him again.

“I’ll succeed because I have a secret!”

Determination colored Stedman’s face as he clenched his fists tightly. Indeed, he had a secret. Just a few days ago, sothing that could change his destiny had happened.

“Lord rlin, are you there?”

Stedman appeared nervous but there seed to be no one in the room, and he was not sure who he was talking to.

“Stedman, you may co in.”

An unfamiliar voice sounded but no one else apart from Stedman was able to hear it because the sound had co from his mind.

Stedman was brimming with excitent. He was able to enter the Illusory Subspace;

this was the fortuitous event he had encountered a few days ago. In his mind, a person who called himself rlin had a peculiar subspace, and had allowed him to enter at will.

“Whoosh.”

Stedman concentrated his focus. Then, his consciousness drifted into a subspace, and despite it being a subspace, it was an incredibly real, authentic world with blue skies, white clouds, mountains, rivers, forests, and so on.

On an open space, stood a building with a peculiar architectural design. Stedman knew that this was where the mysterious Lord rlin was living in, called the “castle.” In short, there had never been such a strange building on the continent.

This was the Illusory Subspace. Stedman loved this subspace, and the best thing about it was that there was endless ti here for him to practice Storm Fist technique as long as he wanted.

For instance, an hour outside could have ant a full day in the Illusory Subspace, and this was why Stedman was so confident.

With the Illusory Subspace, he believed that even though he may not be able to catch up with others by just multiplying his efforts but if he could have more than ten or even twenty tis more ti than others, he would certainly be able to make up for the gap in his talent.

Stedman entered the castle and saw two n dressed in eccentric. He knew that one was Lord rlin, and the other was Lord Titus. Both of them were very mysterious and powerful people.

Even though he had never seen them in action but how could they be any less than spectacular to be able to be in this peculiar subspace. As such, Stedman greatly respected both of them.

“Lord rlin, Lord Titus!”

Without even turning back, rlin, clad in black robes, simply nodded. “You’re here, Stedman. Did you get beaten up again?”

Stedman, sowhat embarrassed, replied, “Nothing escapes Lord rlin. However, that’s personal. I’ll resolve it myself!”

“Good. Hurry up and go practice then. The sa rules apply. An hour outside is a day inside. With your Mind Power, you’ll only be able to withstand twenty-four tis of the ti difference!”

After having said that, rlin disregarded him. Stedman, on the other hand, had given a respectful bow, and headed into the castle. He knew that there was a special training room in the castle to help him practice his fist technique.

Since learning of the Illusory Subspace, and encountering rlin and Titus, Stedman had entered the Illusory Subspace every day to practice his fist technique. Each day, his practices would last all day long.

In the Illusory World, a day was only an hour outside.

Ti flew by quickly. As a tired, sweaty Stedman sat down to rest, he looked at the ti. An entire day had passed, and he was exhausted. He knew that this was his limit.

With his current Mind Power, he was only able to last a day in the Illusory Subspace before he had to leave and rest for a night before he could return.

Stedman was taking deep, heavy breaths when he could not help but sigh. “Lord rlin ntioned that my Mind Power is weak. If it were stronger, I’d be able to withstand a longer ti flow rate so an hour outside would then beco several days or longer inside the Illusory Subspace. By that ti, I’d have even more ti than others to practice my fist technique.”

Stedman only cared about ti. As for exhaustion, he had never felt tired. Every day, he trained hard, hoping that he would soday beco strong and would no longer be looked down upon.

“It’s ti I bid farewell to Lord rlin.”

Stedman left the room, and returned to the living room in the castle. There, he saw rlin and Titus still seated in the hall, and respectfully said, “Lord rlin, Lord Titus, I shall be taking my leave now.”

“Rember to practice the Mind training drill, I taught you when you go back. It’ll help you improve your Mind Power and stay inside here longer in the future.”

The black-robed rlin said evenly as Stedman gave a determined nod. He knew that the Mind training drill was very precious, perhaps even more so than the fist technique passed down in the clan as it could allow him to spend more ti in the Illusory Subspace.

“Go now.”

rlin waved a hand, and Stedman’s consciousness slowly exited the Illusory Subspace, leaving behind only the black-robed rlin and Titus who had been silent all this ti.

After a long mont, Titus spoke languidly, “It’s been three thousand years, rlin. The Illusory World has just about been restored, hasn’t it?”