Wizard: Start with Biological Transformation to Grind Experience Chapter 193 - 007: Arrival!

Avery looked at the badge on Lynch’s chest. "Congratulations, you’ve advanced to High-level Apprentice."

Lynch replied, "Just lucky."

She continued, "You don’t think this is sothing to brag about, do you?"

Lynch said, "No, no."

Avery angrily said, "Don’t think that just because everything is going smoothly for you now, without the resources provided by the Wizard Family, you would never have advanced to a Wizard. Do you believe that?"

Lynch responded, "I understand, I understand."

Avery’s chest heaved noticeably, her expression almost as if she could explode at any ti.

The surrounding apprentices clearly sensed the tense atmosphere, their gazes shifting back and forth between Lynch and Avery.

"Ahem!"

Just as things seed like they wouldn’t end well, Griss lightly coughed, stepped forward, and said, "Hello, Miss Avery."

Normally polite, Avery was uncharacteristically rude this ti, saying, "Who are you?"

Griss looked awkward.

"Avery!"

At that mont, a mature female voice rang out, and a figure dressed in a maid’s uniform approached, leaning close to Avery’s ear and whispering sothing unintelligible.

Avery furrowed her brows, her nearly erupting anger gradually cooling down.

She finally glared fiercely at Lynch before returning to her previous composure.

Then, she turned her gaze back to Griss. "Apologies. The group of idiots from the Haim Family just pissed off, and I montarily lost control of my emotions."

Shifting the bla...

Griss glanced at Lynch awkwardly.

Then he smiled and said, "Completely understandable, everyone despises those maniacs."

Avery continued gracefully, "You’re from the Murphy Family, I believe? I’m good friends with your sister Xie Feier. Why haven’t we seen her here today?"

Griss replied, "My sister recently advanced to beco a Wizard."

The Red Crystal in the Blood Moon Battlefield isn’t necessary for all apprentices. And not every apprentice is interested in the conflict between chaos and order. So apprentices from Wizard Families who found it unappealing quickly advanced to Wizard status early on.

"I see."

Avery nodded. "Once things are settled here, I’ll make ti to visit her."

Griss said, "We’d be honored to have you."

After a pause, he continued, "Miss, perhaps we should discuss preparations for this Blood Moon Battle. The fighting will begin soon, and there are significantly more supporters of chaos this ti compared to the last. I think we need to make so plans."

"Shall we outline so strategies first? What do you think?"

Avery nodded. "That was exactly my thought."

Pausing for a mont, she turned to the people behind her. "Gather everyone here. Get your people to co over as well."

"Pass down the orders to everyone in the White Witch Camp."

...

For several days in this fractured plaza, Wizards arrived sporadically with apprentices from all directions.

So wore white cloaks, others black cloaks. On the surface, the White Wizards had a noticeable nurical advantage over the Black Wizards, primarily because the current order of the Ancient Ruins was dominated by the White Witch Council. Most of the participants belonged to the White Wizard Organization.

However, this was rely appearances. The true choice between chaos or order rested solely in the will of each apprentice participating. No one could influence or dictate this decision.

The choice made by apprentices upon entering the battlefield was the decisive one. At that mont, their cloaks would change color based on their faction and bear an imprint that was irreversible.

So apprentices outwardly obeyed the arrangents of their organizations or families but made entirely opposite choices once inside the battlefield. Such situations were common in every Blood Moon War.

Ultimately, the dominant side could only be determined at the very last mont.

...

Seven days passed.

By the seventh day, the elents in the plaza beca suddenly active. One by one, figures radiating terrifying energy began to gather.

Wizards!

Relating to the thousand-year future rules of this land, almost every Wizard in the region ca to witness the grand event firsthand and to learn the final outco, allowing them to make proper cultivation decisions afterward.

The first to arrive were Grey Wizards and Wandering Wizards, unbound by organizational constraints. They were desperate to learn the results as changes in the rules affected them the most directly.

Next ca the Wizards from Wizard Families.

The debate within Wizard Families over choosing order or chaos had raged for a long ti. Leading up to this event, nearly all Wizard Families in the Ancient Ruins had sent their representatives.

Following them, the high-level mbers of the major Wizard Families arrived. Their purpose was twofold: maintaining order and navigating the direct repercussions of the rule changes.

Overall,

On the eve of this monuntal event that would determine the Ancient Ruins’ future for the next millennium, the entire land awakened. Wizards and apprentices alike had gathered early on, awaiting the decision of fate.

By the seventh day, spatial fissures suddenly appeared across the sky, with figures erging from them.

Most of them wore no uniform attire, dressed casually, with appearances that ranged from peculiar to bizarre. Yet, they shared one unifying characteristic—

Power!

Their overwhelming aura radiated from their beings effortlessly, hovering in mid-air as if they were deities. Their re presence invoked in everyone a nearly irresistible urge to kneel in worship.

This was suppression!

The natural pressure exerted by High-level Life to Low-level Life!

"The Dawn Sage from Dawn Academy..."

"The Star Dust Mage from Starshine Castle..."

"The Death Servant from the Black Tower..."

When these legendary Second Tier Lives appeared before them, everyone present—be it Wizards or apprentices—shared one singular feeling—

Insignificance!

Like ants gazing at a mountain or humans observing the majesty of nature.

A deep, penetrating feeling of insignificance, as if their very souls were infinitely small in comparison.

"Second Tier Lives..."

In this mont, Lynch felt the sa. Although he had seen the two Judges from the Tower during the competitive tournant previously, they had restrained their aura. Their exterior had revealed nothing unusual.

Yet now, with these Second Tier Lives liberating their spiritual power unabashedly, Lynch finally grasped the terror of their existence.

Just then, ripples surfaced in the fabric of space. The void twisted and distorted, and those terrifying beings in the sky suddenly spread out, bowing their heads humbly.

As the distortion stabilized, several figures erged from the void.

A middle-aged man exuding scholarly refinent: "The Shadow Tower’s Erodion the Sage."

An old man with a cloak covered in star-patterned inscriptions: "Starshine Castle’s Master of Star Dust, Antonio."

An elder cloaked in radiant white light: "Dawn Wizard, Aizer."

A little girl dressed in a gothic black Lolita dress, as exquisite as a doll yet resembling a tiny princess: "Dark Princess, Margaret."

The four supre entities of the Ancient Ruins.

The highest rulers of this land had assembled on this plaza at this mont.