Time flies.

Abyss Calendar Year Twelve.

After Wadon passed away, the era advanced forward by a full five years.

The Era of Frost Winter finally ended, and the warm weather made the earth bloom fully.

The whole land has ushered in a new era.

Various technologies left by Wadon have transitioned from military use to civilian use, and various enthusiastic applied sciences began in the Wizard Academy.

"Hurry up, get that communication tower set up."

A gray-robed wizard shouted from below.

Magic Stations, magical vehicles on the roads, Wizard Towers providing wireless communication — the whole world started completing the coverage of information dissemination.

Wizards' crystal ball communication has gradually replaced the primitive carrier pigeon method, thoroughly covering places everywhere.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

"Who's knocking? Is it young Tal from downstairs? Coming to me to learn witchcraft again?"

In a street alley, a silver-robed wizard, accompanied by several gray-robed wizards, knocked on the door, presenting his identification: "Black Shield City Third Guard Unit, registering population, please cooperate."

"Oh, oh, I've heard about you." The woman inside the room was quite cooperative.

The wizards entered, seeing a gold badge in the living room, a symbol of Gold Level professionals, and immediately showed respect: "You are?"

"Oh, that badge belongs to my old man, the vice-president of Qimik Academy."

"So it's him!"

Everyone solemnly revered, and the leading silver-robed wizard said, "I used to be his student; I didn't expect him to live so humbly."

The wizards marveled, observing the living room closely.

"My old man's money has all gone into researching various projects." The woman was somewhat dissatisfied, "Isn't this a registration?"

The magic badges identifying origins began to appear.

These are all parts of the information Wadon left behind, and the complete social mechanisms started to operate, infrastructure began spreading across the entire land.

The world transformed into a true wizard realm.

And their king, Proeus, stood at the pinnacle of the Golden Tier power, his formidable thunder magic remained profoundly mysterious.

As the strongest on the earth, his terrifying Thunder Power gave a feeling of an overwhelming and deep atmosphere pressure, close enough to be paralyzed by arcs of electricity in the air.

"I have a feeling, now five years have passed, Proeus has completely reached the summit."

"He alone might challenge all the Golden Rank professionals of the Abyss; the power of thunder, is the power of Ancient Gods, utterly ignoring weak numbers."

"Ah, Thunder Sprite, indeed the strongest race! If it wasn't for the low fertility rate and survival rate of the young, left by the first mother, Elis, none of us would have mattered by now."

"This is the innate racial value difference! A wild insect that cultivates to Gold Level versus a thunder sprite at Gold Level, how could they be the same?"

"The food chain still determines everything at the same level."

Many people sighed.

The racial value was immense, a disparity left by the Creator Gods.

You might be born as a pig, kept in a pen to be eaten, or born as a human, at the top of the food chain, and your whole life is predestined.

Yet, the number of the Thunder Sprite race is indeed considered the least.

The lethality of the currents remains too frenzied, many young cannot control the rampaging currents and directly die.

The average survival rate of the pups is one in ten thousand.

Understandably.

Current rampage also acts as a filter for aptitude, and those who withstand this childhood period are basically super cultivation geniuses of the one-in-ten-thousand level.

The Thunder Sprite race now, striving so hard in reproduction, has a population of less than one thousand.

"I now, have thoroughly reached the peak."

Proeus's expression suddenly changed, "I have governed this land for five years, can't keep remaining silent, let's visit the Elf Land!"

He journeyed alone to the Elf Land.

The terrifying battle erupted in the Human Race Royal City.

"What is that??"

"Thunder, it's the Thunder Sprite!"

Countless people saw the sky blanketed with shining thunder.

Another day.

They saw beneath the Elf Ancient Tree, the Elf Forest had a similar scene, with surging firelight covering the sky, and the entire forest was ablaze.

The Elf World began announcing its submission.

Human Race Grand Mage Anthony, Jungle Guardian Sereden, the two oldest existences were surprisingly defeated.

Someone sighed, "Thunder Sprite, indeed the strongest race of the era."

Someone said, "Alas, heroes of the Battle of the Abyss, the strongest bloodline of that era, the strongest human mage, the strongest elf tree mage, actually lost to a Thunderbolt Mage!"

No one doubted the wisdom and strength of the two.

In terms of wisdom, combat talent, they are within the same level, with little difference.

But the racial value disparity was too enormous.

Elis's Thunder Sprite is simply the ultimate product of the Creation Era.

A human mage, a tree mage, one electric shock and you know who the real master is...

Furthermore, ordinary electricity is still fine.

They say drag the electric grid, spray electric wires, also flying in the sky, airborne strikes, welding with electricity, all kinds of shamelessness.

To win against such cheat-like individuals, Li Qing's combat strategies could be referred to.

Strong mobility?

Just trap him in a small cage and shoot him, after all, he's a high-offense glass cannon mage; otherwise, once flying freely, electrocuting you from the sky, no one can bear it.

Thus, the world unified, ushering the entire land into a new era.

"Continue operations as usual."

Proeus did not trouble the Elf Land, everything was already functioning, there was no point in extermination, and it might lead to ancient deities emerging.

Abyss Calendar Year Thirteen.

"Recover the Twelve Holy Swords, forge the Abyssal Royal City."

After the world unified, Proeus commanded the entire land.

The enormous holy swords scattered across the lands were lifted after countless strong individuals united, with twelve swords embedded in the Abyss serving as supporting pillars, establishing a palace.

"The Elf Race and the Human Race should also enter here and govern the two worlds together, forming a new federation!"

As Proeus established the Royal City, he began his speech:

"All of our power should be concentrated on breaking through to Legend, rather than engaging in internal conflict!"

"Look!"

"Almost periodically, the mysterious Aurora strikes the Crystal Wall, shaking the entire world, and this terrifying crisis could arise at any moment."

"She might have even entered our world, possibly scheming in secret."

"Atabia, Herodotus, Elis, Wadon... they each played their roles throughout history, exploring paths rightly or wrongly within the civilizational scale we can explore and contemplate."

"Their once wondrous and brilliant imaginations, brimming with curiosity and the desire for knowledge, have shaped who we are today."

"In this stellar Wizard Era, we should seek the truth, explore beyond the world, and pay homage to all the explorers in history."

The fame of the king of this era has reached its zenith.

Yet, as the era progressed, people had not discovered a way to break through to Legend, but one Wizard Academy after another conducted joint research, and professors and scholars finally developed a truly mature second bloodline potion.

"With this potion, we can integrate a second bloodline!"

"The potential of weaker races is insufficient, but it can now be compensated!"

"The racial balance has begun, postnatally compensating for the flaws!"

Countless people seemed to see the hope of defeating Proeus at the same rank.

In their view, many people's talents were not inferior, and the reason they couldn't defeat Proeus was merely because he was born well, having the terrifying bloodline of the Thunder Fairy.

And gradually, the world discovered a pattern regarding the bloodline potion.

The more robust the structure of an extraordinary species, the lower the success rate of integrating the bloodline potion.

The weaker the structure of an extraordinary species, the higher the success rate of integrating the bloodline potion.

The Thunder Fairy tribe had the lowest probability of integrating a second bloodline.

With the new mature second bloodline potion, their ambitions swelled once more.

"The era is at its peak, now there are over ten thousand strong individuals at the Gold level, combining the Abyss and the Elf world; even at his strongest, Proeus is merely a Golden Rank peer."

Such rumors spread, and the voices grew louder and louder.

This talk gradually circulated, clearly propelled by various individuals with ulterior motives.

The upper limit for strong individuals remained so high.

Now, with the era's progression, everyone had reached the same realm, and the inborn racial value disparity could be barely compensated, igniting the ambition among the younger generation inevitably.

"Proeus throughout his life achieved nothing; he has merely sat at the Royal Court for his six-year reign without any advancement!"

"You must know, during the seven years of Wadon's reign, the world changed drastically, and various technologies developed massively, while he accomplished nothing in his six years!"

In taverns, this was being spread.

Even knights and Skeleton Mages, during their idle times, drank and chatted in taverns, and the talk spread wider the more they discussed.

Pushed by ambitious individuals, many began harboring thoughts about the Emperor, and even the people generally thought: he is just strong in combat power.

Since your reign as Emperor is no different from having none, why not replace you, maybe the era could advance more swiftly.

At this moment, the Paladin tribe finally stirred: "We are challenging Proeus."

This was one of the strongest tribes across the Abyssal Land.

Their defense is extraordinarily strong, and their combat power is terrifying, with the only clear drawback being that these snail-like individuals move extremely slowly.

But precisely because they are slow, they could never become true strong individuals.

After all, Tukashi was powerful in his time due to his enormous size, and his swung sword could directly cover an entire room, leaving no room to escape.

And the Paladin tribe today, with such small frames, obviously cannot accomplish this; others can simply escape their attack range, and they can't pursue them.

When the second bloodline potion appeared, they knew their opportunity had come to alter their racial destiny.

"The second bloodline is enough to change our predicament."

"No matter what bloodline potion we integrate, as long as it lets us move, we will be the strongest!"

After numerous attempts, the top warrior of the Paladins, Svallo, successfully integrated the bloodline of the Demon Dragon.

His form has changed.

He is no longer a mollusk hiding in a coffin; he has transformed into a towering dragon-man carrying a crystal coffin, wielding a Crystal Holy Sword.

"The destined battle between the ancient ancestor Tukashi and Elis back in those days, I will extend it!"

Svallo's gaze was crimson, his fighting spirit vigorous.

"As long as we defeat the towering mountain of Proeus in this era, this land shall become the nation of the Paladins!"

Svallo, high-spirited and vigorous, announced directly to the world that they would challenge the current Abyss Emperor, the supreme ruler of both worlds.

Instantly, the world was in turmoil.

Undersea, in the Abyssal Divine Hall, Proeus's eyes were heavy as he gazed at this azure, transparent ocean, unmoving.

"Legendary..."

Proeus had stopped cultivating as early as half a year ago, merely gazing upon his realm every day.

Some said this Abyss Monarch had reached his limit and found no new path, only enjoying the scenery daily.

Some said he used a terrifying Divine Net to observe the various cities throughout the Abyss, eavesdropping on the entire land.

"Challenge?"

Proeus suddenly muttered to himself, "These rebellious voices are released by me... An era needs changes; only through challenges and turmoil can the future path be realized."

He isn't a wise man, nor does he excel at research.

He knows his strength lies in combat.

He is a cultivation genius, a general of the Empire.

This general of his is not a figure like Herodotus, who only talks and researches various cross-era achievements.

"Fight, fight, fight, that's my only way to help the era."

Proeus stood up, his gaze looking far off:

"My combat power brings pressure to the entire era; if one can defeat me, then even stronger individuals will surely emerge in the era."

From beginning to end.

He has been chasing after Wadon's feats.

The competitiveness in his heart makes him wish to propel an even stronger era.

He seemed to hear a voice: My mission in this era is to step into the legendary realm.

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