Many pieces of knowledge in necromancy are passed down in the sa ntor-disciple form as Malcolm’s.
Primarily because necromancy spells are highly dangerous, and the wizard organizations in the wizard plane do not wish for such knowledge to be widely spread, as it could easily lead to uncontrollable events.
The Boundary Land, in this aspect, is much more lenient, treating necromancy knowledge no differently than any other.
However, there are restrictions and requirents for studying and experinting with necromancy, such as the fundantal rule of not harming others.
In fact, not many people in the Boundary Land are willing to voluntarily study necromancy, as it involves constant dealings with corpses, the undead, and skeletons.
After Herag finished learning these basic concepts, he took out a piece of parchnt and made a book list for himself.
The list was very long, containing seven to eight hundred books.
These books included classic works Herag had co across from various sources lately, covering all kinds of knowledge and theories, and many were records of experints.
Herag had prepared these books to read later when he entered the fifth layer of the Sixth Ring Tower.
He planned to stay there for ten years.
To be precise, it’s ten years in the fifth layer and only one year in the outside world.
There is a very special area in the fifth layer of the Sixth Ring Tower, where the flow of ti can be controlled.
Staying there for ten years would an only a year passes in the outside world.
Many wizards from the Sixth Ring Tower’s headquarters apply to enter there for intense practice when seeking a breakthrough, to save so ti.
Given that wizards themselves have long lifespans, the ti accelerated away ans little to them.
If one could make progress during that ti, it would certainly be worthwhile.
However, entering the ti river basin of the fifth layer isn’t easy, and not everyone is qualified.
Controlling the ti flow is energy-intensive, and the cost, if converted into magic stones, would be too high for an ordinary wizard.
Perhaps only the rich and powerful factions in the Boundary Land can afford the price.
But access to the fifth layer is not about money; wealth alone won’t get you in.
Only mbers of the Sixth Ring Tower headquarters have the qualification to enter, and they must have made significant contributions to the Boundary Land and the Sixth Ring Tower.
Generally, Sixth Ring Tower headquarters mbers must accumulate considerable contribution points, reputation, and connections before they even have a chance of getting approved.
Herag wasn’t aware of this until recently, when chatting casually with Acorn, ntioning his ongoing efforts in ditation practice to reach his spiritual power limit.
Unexpectedly, Acorn told him about this matter and asked if he wanted to apply.
Although entering for a year would require spending fifty thousand contribution points, and even then, one might not necessarily gain entry.
But Herag had no problem; possessing the Sixth Ring dal ant approval was guaranteed upon application.
After a brief consideration, Herag decided to apply.
Currently, although he could use his contribution points to exchange for many spells, witchcraft artifacts, and other resources, none compared to the significance of improving his level.
If he could reach the limit of his spiritual power, he could be promoted to a Level 3 Wizard sooner.
Herag presently felt that the accumulation rate of his spiritual power was too slow.
Upon submitting his application, he unsurprisingly got approved.
The thod to reach the fifth layer surprised Herag a bit, as it also involved riding a Storm Deer.
After fixing the ti through his Wizard’s Mark, a Storm Deer arrived punctually outside his ho, waiting for him to get on.
After gathering his belongings, Herag boarded the carriage.
This ti, the Storm Deer did not run on the ground; a gentle breeze lifted it, and it trod on air, flying directly into the sky.
Herag saw a dazzling sun in the sky, knowing it was just a small celestial body created through ritual, serving as a sun.
The Storm Deer flew higher and higher; standing by the window, Herag looked down, seeing endless forests.
It seed this area was bigger than he imagined, with this forest as vast as an ocean, its end unseen.
He could faintly make out nurous houses scattered throughout the forest, and from the sky, their number was actually quite large.
When the Storm Deer reached high altitude, it trod on a large mass of clouds.
Looking ahead, Herag discovered an enormous Golden Gate standing on the clouds.
The Golden Gate was originally closed, but as the Storm Deer stepped onto the clouds, it slowly opened, revealing a void inside.
Once the gate was fully open, the Storm Deer rushed through without hesitation.
After a brief mont of darkness, light returned to Herag’s eyes.
Quickly looking out the window, he saw the sea below.
The Storm Deer stood mid-air, not pausing, continued ascending, stepping onto another cloud where the sa Golden Gate appeared.
Upon crossing the giant gate again, Herag found that the Storm Deer finally trod on solid ground.
Looking up, he saw a sky full of stars.
The Storm Deer halted here, glanced at Herag, seemingly signaling for him to disembark.
"Arrived already?"
Herag pondered, feeling it shouldn’t be the third layer yet, wondering how he had arrived.
After stepping off the carriage, he discovered the place was not large, perhaps even small.
It resembled a small island, with a wooden cabin and a spacious square; nothing else was present.
Surrounded by a sky full of stars, even below.
Walking to the island’s edge and looking down, Herag saw a bottomless starry sky below.
Herag had a sowhat confused feeling as if he had arrived at the top of the Sixth Ring Tower, as the exterior of the tower resembled this scene.
Glancing at the Storm Deer, he saw it heading towards a door that appeared behind it, disappearing soon after along with the giant door.
Herag had to stay here for ten years, with no special circumstances allowing early exit.
This was because, according to Herag’s requirents, the energy needed for the witch array had been allocated, enough to maintain its ten-year operation.
Leaving early would lead to energy wastage.
Naturally, Herag had no intention to leave early; he would make good use of his fifty-thousand contribution points.
Upon entering the wooden house, he found it spacious inside, with all necessary facilities, as well as nurous entertainnt anities.
Not only that, in a chest by the bed, Herag found sothing peculiar.
"Succubus summoning token, able to summon a succubus to serve you." He had just picked up the red letter when a stream of information flowed into his mind.
He initially thought it was so kind of letter, unexpectedly discovering it was a tool for summoning a succubus, seemingly with unlimited uses, and not a one-ti consignnt.
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