Chapter 712: Chapter 663: The True Throne of the Witch King_2
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Endless Spirit Workshop.
As one of Ivan’s two major incarnations, Locke also felt a strong resonance — a connection originating from deep within life, soul, and spirit, allowing him to realize what was happening.
“Haha! After nearly thirty years in seclusion, the boss is finally advancing again.”
“With this, the position of Master of Workshop Realm remains uncertain. Heh, Tosh, Powell, Wu Lei, you won’t be celebrating for long.”
Locke said nothing outwardly and waited silently, awaiting the good news from his boss.
At the sa ti, many direct mbers of the Black Star Legion felt similar sensations, including Yun Fen, Sai Wolf, Ban Bu, and Dokali, though their feelings were not as intense as Locke’s.
They only knew that a major event beneficial to the Black Star Legion was unfolding, most likely connected to their Legion’s lord.
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Danaila, Surface, Mondola Continent, Truth City.
The day was drenched in continuous drizzle, threads of rain weaving into a hazy net that enshrouded the entire inner city, imparting a unique sense of oppression upon the tropolis.
Suddenly, a majestic aura erged from the center of the city.
It surged skyward.
It swallowed rivers and mountains.
It crowned this vast, ancient city.
In an instant, the fine drizzle was scattered away, breaking the oppressive weight over Truth City. The entire sky transford, becoming clear and bright.
More changes followed in the heavens.
Auspicious clouds appeared atop the firmant, shifting into radiant hues, dazzling as if vibrant banners proclaiming triumph. Faint sounds of wind and thunder echoed, resembling the resonant cadence of drums and music.
Amidst these ons, a rainbow bridge spanning across the horizon revealed itself, upon which stood a resplendent throne.
At that mont, any being witnessing this grand scene felt awe and longing in their hearts, silently pondering that perhaps another throne authority had arisen, akin to the Azure Throne of decades past.
Sure enough, a commanding figure appeared on the throne, overlooking the world like a deity.
“I am Ivan Marichardon, blessed by the Mother of All Things. Today, I ascend the throne and henceforth stand as the True Sorcerer Throne of Danaila. From now on, I vow to protect Danaila with my very being.”
A solemn voice echoed from the throne in the heavens, resounding across broad lands, deep seas, and the mysterious underworld, inspiring reverence in all.
Everyone understood that starting today, Danaila had gained another Guardian.
Such a glorious spectacle could not help but stir cheer and celebration, as even the heavens themselves joined in jubilation.
“All sorcerers, let us congratulate Sorcerer Ivan Marichardon of the True Sorcerer Throne!”
“Congratulations to His Grace, Sorcerer Ivan Marichardon of the True Sorcerer Throne!”
“Congratulations to His Grace, Sorcerer Ivan Marichardon of the True Sorcerer Throne!”
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Within this boundless realm, the most jubilant naturally resided within the Truth City of the sorcerer world. The first-ever Throne Wizard in history had been born, opening up a glorious path for sorcerers.
No amount of dancing, singing, or celebration could be considered excessive for the sorcerers.
From all corners of the sorcerer world — from the Outer Truth City and Sky Flow Valley to East Capital East Blade City and Mongna Ant Land Cottage — any place graced by this lord’s presence, those who knew or had heard of him felt nothing but imnse pride.
“This is the birthplace of the True Sorcerer Throne’s rise.”
At this mont, the birth of the throne touched everyone’s hearts. Creatures with direct or indirect enmity toward the True Sorcerer Throne inevitably showed troubled expressions.
“How could this happen?! How unfair this world is!”
“Shut up and listen! From now on, we must forget the na ‘Thunder Clan.’ Forget the hatred buried in our hearts. From today, we officially rena ourselves the ‘Mang Clan.'”
In the past, sorcerers did not completely eradicate the remnants of the Thunder Clan. Those few survivors had quietly held onto their hatred.
On this day, watching a sorcerer ascend the throne with power overwhelming all creation, the diminished Thunder Clan was struck hard, feeling their vengeance to be hopeless. They resolved to abandon everything from the past.
The Thunder Clan ceased to exist, and the frail Mang Clan embarked on a new path.
Apart from the Thunder Clan, three major alien races had once besieged the sorcerer world. Facing this grand figure gazing over existence, the Black Scale Clan and Feather Clan higher-ups were rendered speechless at that mont, bitterly swallowing their anguish as if their mouths carried the bitterness of deep-sea gall.
In the past, after suffering defeat, they had regretted their reckless actions, but that regret paled in comparison to the ferocity of their current remorse.
Now, they were utterly dood. With the advent of the True Sorcerer Throne, sorcerers had beco the supre race. So long as sorcerers did not relinquish their intent for revenge, the possibility of their extinction remained—and it wasn’t small.
Ah!
Why had they attacked the sorcerer world in the first place!
Now, it was too late for regret.
“Sorcerers, erged by destiny, a race favored by grand will. Haha, so it finally has the right to take the stage, does it?”
“He probably doesn’t know that having the qualifications to ascend ans no longer being bound, allowing us to strike directly.”
“Such an ambitious race—surely they’ll be eager to expand their power. What a precarious circumstance this is.”
The sorcerer world was surrounded by nurous neighbors. So were intimidated by the sorcerers’ burgeoning might; however, others disdained their rise and prepared to confront them, lest certain individuals grow overly arrogant.
This could not be allowed; it would disrupt order.
“Lady Lilabet, Lord Blai Bu, I must return to Truth City. Please grant permission.”
“Go ahead, go ahead. I’ve never restricted your freedom. Go wherever you wish, but rember to convey my congratulations to the True Sorcerer Throne. Tell them the Sea Mother eagerly anticipates our next eting.”
The selection process for the Holy Daughter of the divine sanctuary had concluded, albeit without a definitive outco. Jenny and her companions had remained in observation rather than departing.
All three witnessed the appearance of the True Sorcerer Throne.
Once the resonance of heaven and earth had faded, Jenny quickly expressed her intention to leave, as she naturally wouldn’t want to miss such an important mont.
Upon hearing her words, the Sea Mother casually responded.
“Heading there is fine. I only have one condition: Do not give him your Dragon Spine Mountain Hamr. If he asks you for it, tell him to retrieve it himself from the Dragon Ancient Ruins. He might find sothing worthwhile there.”
Noticing Jenny’s nervous gaze, the Dark Night Mother Goddess emphasized once more.
“Ivan Sorcerer would not do such a thing.” Jenny secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
“All the better if he wouldn’t.”
“I’ll inform Ivan Sorcerer, suggesting he visit the Dragon Ancient Ruins. After all, he’s never set foot there before. Should he leave with nothing gained, I’ll entice him to visit Lady Lilabet, wagering for an interdiate Original Force Treasure. Haha!”
“Go quickly, you opportunistic traitor, feeding both camps!”
“Also, don’t forget—your roots lie underground. Return when it’s ti.”
Finally, amid jestful reprimands, Jenny hurriedly departed, heading toward the surface.
Leaving behind two goddesses with mixed emotions.
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At the heart of this unfolding narrative, the protagonist of the throne ascension stepped forth from the Golden Rock Tower after the heavenly resonance ceased and faced the gathered sorcerers of Truth City.
“Greetings, True Sorcerer Throne! We extend our highest reverence to you!”
Upon seeing the True Sorcerer Throne in person, every sorcerer present — whether Void King Wizard, Arcane Wizard, Level 3, or Level 2 Sorcerer — bowed with fervor, enthusiastically hailing the na of the True Sorcerer Throne, their expressions vibrant with excitent.
Ivan gazed down at the countless figures below, his heart filled with uncontrollable emotions.
Starting today, he personally beca the First Sorcerer, standing at the absolute pinnacle of the sorcerer world. The banner of sorcerers piercing the firmant would now be carried forward by him.
“Fellow sorcerers, I am but a forerunner, not the last to reach this point. I await you upon the throne.”
Faced with such an aweso responsibility, Ivan showed no hesitation but was instead filled with unyielding passion. He firmly believed he could lead sorcerers down the right path, paving the way for the sorcerer’s journey against all odds.
This was the unwavering conviction of the first True King Wizard.
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