Wizard Calendar 4623, March 15.
96th Floor of the Lor Wizard Tower, in a dium-sized Cultivation Room.
Levan sat cross-legged upon a platform made of Magic Crystal, surrounded by surges of Fire Elents so dense they seed endless, crashing against the edges of the Fire Elental Defense Barrier of the Cultivation Room.
After a mont, all the waves of Fire Elents were absorbed into his body, and the Magic Crystal Platform beneath him visibly descended at a rapid pace.
Simultaneously, a translucent red halo erupted from within him, extending continuously, finally forming a Domain with a diater of ten ters.
A subtle aura of life tamorphosis began to spread outward as the Domain took shape.
"After more than four thousand six hundred years, I’ve finally reached the sa level as my ntor again." Levan opened his eyes, gazing at the crystalline Domain enveloping him, filled with emotion.
Last ti he matched his ntor’s level was at the Third Ring, and shortly thereafter, his ntor broke through to the Fourth Ring and beca the Speaker.
Though he knew very well that his ntor could break through to the Sixth Ring at any ti, and the difference in their combat strength was equally vast.
Just being able to match his ntor in level again was already deeply satisfying to him.
"Not just ntor, even junior Van has not been quite right these years, always mumbling about space compression, with no focus on constructing his Domain."
Levan thought of his junior, pondering to himself, "If he would focus on cultivation, he would probably be at the Fifth Ring by now too, right?"
"These geniuses always set their sights too far ahead, unlike , who has always taken one step at a ti."
If possible, he also wanted to think ahead like his ntor and junior.
But he knew himself well, understanding that his talent was what it was.
Successfully achieving the Fifth Ring was reliant on the full support of his grandfather and ntor, and whether he could beco Sixth Ring in the future was still questionable.
Looking far ahead seed completely futile.
"Knock, knock, knock—"
At that mont, a sudden knocking sounded.
"Whew—creak—"
Levan imdiately retracted his Domain, leapt up, and personally opened the laboratory door.
Detecting an anomaly and coming here at this mont, other than his ntor, no one else would; naturally, he dared not neglect.
Sure enough, as soon as the door opened, Lor’s smiling face filled his vision.
"ntor." Levan bowed respectfully.
"Mm, nice, very nice!"
Lor looked up and down at Levan, nodded appreciatively, and said, "Breaking through to the Fifth Ring is indeed a grand occasion. I’ll call your grandfather, Kateya, and the ntors to a banquet to celebrate later."
"Once the banquet is over, I’ll nominate you for the Speaker position. I trust those fellows will give and your grandfather so face."
Looking at the robust life aura radiating from Levan, his resolute visage brought to mind the foolish little bean sprout from their first eting.
Not only was the commission for being a reserve too low, but when he mounted the door, he willingly compensated all his rewards just to ensure others weren’t troubled.
Unbeknownst to them, little bean sprout now held the qualifications for the highest seat in the Wizard Alliance.
"No." Levan hurriedly waved his hand, saying, "ntor, I truly do not deserve to be the Speaker right now, please don’t nominate ."
"Hmm?" Lor’s brows furrowed slightly, his expression turning increasingly puzzled.
This guy, possibly old ailnts resurfacing?
Even shunning the Speaker role?
"ntor, to be honest, aside from leading the corps to slaughter so Third Ring demons back then, I’ve made no true contributions to the Wizard Alliance." Levan said with a wry smile, "Taking the Speaker seat, I’d feel unworthy."
He was acutely aware that with his ntor’s sway among the Speakers, even without grandfather’s assistance, promoting him to the Speaker’s position would be easy.
Yet, he felt undeserving of becoming the Speaker, at least not now.
If ntor hadn’t instructed his junior to take him back during the Silver Wolf invasion, he might have felt justified in taking the Speaker seat.
Of course, he knew ntor had done it for his own good, and he wouldn’t bla him for it.
But he truly did not want the Speaker seat; otherwise, he couldn’t get past his own conscience.
"If you said this just after becoming my student, I’d have given you a good thrashing." Lor glared at Levan.
Levan pursed his lips, remained silent, and looked defiant.
"But now..." Lor’s face cleared, smiled, and said, "As long as you can convince your grandfather, I’ll ’temporarily’ not nominate you."
Had Levan been scared by his attitude and shown fear, he wouldn’t have minded the kid’s opinion.
Since the young one has grown, forming his ideas, he wouldn’t force it.
"Thank you, ntor." Levan couldn’t help but smile, imdiately pulling out his Continent Communication Device and initiating urgent communication to his grandfather.
The next second, the connection established, a light screen appeared alongside Levan and Lor, with Yasen’s expression showing so tension.
"Speaker Lor." When Yasen saw Lor, the tension on his face vanished, and he nodded with a smile before glaring at Levan in a not-so-friendly gesture, "Speak, what’s the matter?"
Is ergent communication used so casually?
He just thought the guy was in trouble.
With Lor here, he believed even if he was in trouble, Levan would be fine.
"Grandfather, I’ve ascended to the Fifth Ring." Levan imdiately shared the joyous news, as a translucent reddish Domain appeared around him.
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