Chapter 159: Chapter 131: Morning Star, Moon, Dark Sun
"First of all, regarding myself, you can consider
as a basic intelligence that has originated from an artifact."
The Transforr began to explain:
"Additionally, I need to gain soul energy by killing creatures to recharge, which is also why that persona had been running a robbery gang in Lizard Alley."
Ron nodded, which was in line with his speculation.
"Because regular hibernation is necessary, and maintaining a rcenary team also requires significant funding."
The Transforr continued: "Therefore, my savings are not much, totaling only ten complete magic stones. Now, they are all yours."
An unexpected fortune of ten magic stones! It was enough to make him overjoyed.
The Transforr pointed to the storage chest Ron had brought back earlier:
"Besides the magic stones, there’s a special item you can use."
Curiously, Ron opened the storage box capable of fully isolating the magical energy fluctuations of objects, inside which lay a piece of deep silver-gray tal about the size of a palm.
"What is this?"
Ron carefully picked up the tal block, feeling the mysterious energy contained within.
"Soul Steel." The chanical voice of the Transforr carried a hint of awe:
"An extrely rare extraordinary material, weapons forged with it possess remarkable malleability, able to freely change shape according to the holder’s needs."
Ron’s eyes widened: "How valuable is it?"
"Difficult to asure." The Transforr replied:
"In the Dwarf City-States Alliance, this piece of Soul Steel could buy a city. Even using magic stones as a unit of asurent, it’s hard to accurately price."
Ron carefully placed the Soul Steel back into the storage box, already contemplating how to utilize this precious material.
"Furthermore, regarding the Sands of Ti." The Transforr continued:
"They are indeed the key material to activating the Ti Guardian Pocket Watch. But real Sands of Ti are extrely rare and can only form in areas where the flow of ti is abnormal."
"And the small bottle I gave you was collected over many years. It’s enough for preliminary experints, but to fully activate the pocket watch, more will likely be needed."
Ron carefully returned the Soul Steel to the storage box, his thoughts turning to the issue of the Sands of Ti.
He gazed at the small bottle of golden sand grains that shimred with a strange light, his mind flooded with countless questions.
"I have many questions about the Sands of Ti. First, how do they actually form?"
The Transforr seed to anticipate this question:
"This question involves so information you might have heard."
"Did you recently hear about the ’Bloodline Altar’?"
Ron’s eyebrow raised, not expecting the Transforr to bring this up:
"I have heard of it. It’s said to be a mysterious place situated in an exotic realm crevice around here."
"It’s not just a mysterious place."
The Transforr’s chanical voice deepened:
"The Bloodline Altar is actually a ti projection of so ancient world, a fragnt of history that has been solidified. And the Sands of Ti are ti traces ford in such a special environnt."
Ron’s eyes lit up: "Are you saying these Sands of Ti were obtained from the Bloodline Altar?"
"Precisely, each ti the Crystal Tower and Black Mist School open the Bloodline Altar, the previous persona would secretly send subordinates to try to collect the ti fragnts scattered during the opening process."
Its chanical voice carried a hint of helplessness:
"But it is by no ans an easy task. Each operation consus considerable manpower, and the harvest is extrely limited. The small bottle of Sands of Ti in your hand is the entire accumulation over the past decades."
Ron thoughtfully observed the golden sand grains in the bottle.
Under the light, they presented a flowing texture, as if each grain encapsulated countless minute ti fragnts.
"What exactly is the situation with this Bloodline Altar? Can you describe it in detail?"
The Transforr expressed regret:
"Regrettably, I know little about the specifics of the altar. As a rare antique, I am confined to a small area around Lizard Alley, unable to personally visit that exotic realm crevice."
"I can only rely on descriptions from the subordinates who occasionally escaped back, and..."
The Transforr paused: "And that horrifying aura that spreads here each ti the altar is opened."
"Horrifying aura?" Ron keenly picked up on the term.
The Transforr’s form seed to tremble slightly:
"It is an overwhelming pressure that can make all living beings tremble. Even at a great distance, it still makes
instinctively fearful... That is the aura belonging to a Dark Sun Level Wizard."
A trace of doubt flashed in Ron’s eyes: "Dark Sun Level? I’ve never heard of such a classification."
"That is the tier division beyond Official Wizard."
The Transforr explained: "According to the increasing order of power, they are Morning Star Level, Moon Level, Dark Sun Level, and further up is the domain of the legendary Great Wizard, which is beyond my understanding."
Ron silently absorbed this information, his understanding of the Extraordinary World deepening once more.
"The strongest in the Black Mist School is only the Deputy Dean, who is said to have reached the Moon Level."
The Transforr continued to add: "And every ti the Crystal Tower sends a Dark Sun Level Wizard to personally lead an expedition to the Bloodline Altar."
"Just how destructive is a Dark Sun Level?" Ron couldn’t help but ask.
"Judging purely by destructive power, a Dark Sun Level Wizard using Super Magic Techniques could easily evaporate the sea within a near-thousand-mile radius, or directly sink a dium-sized landmass."
The Transforr’s voice carried a hint of awe:
"If that Dark Sun Level Wizard from the Crystal Tower truly exerted all their power, this region containing the Human Kingdom and many alien race territories would likely turn to ashes in an instant."
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