Headquarters of the Nature Alliance.
Leilin, who had already ended the war and returned from the battlefield, was leisurely drinking coffee.
Suddenly, he felt a stir in his mind and received the images relayed by the Chip.
"Weilin really is the Child of Destiny of this Extreme Dark Domain. But this Longbadon... he's genuinely exceeded my expectations..."
Leilin stroked his chin, watching the impassioned Longbadon deliver his speech.
"Rallying an army in the name of revolution, gathering rogue wizards who chafe under the rule of the established factions, and teaching common apprentices advanced Meditation Methods? He really is something!"
Even Leilin had to nod in grudging admiration at Longbadon's approach.
The wizarding world had never been a fair place. Those who possessed great power stood far above everyone else, and no one had ever managed to overthrow their rule.
If one wanted to bring chaos to the wizarding world, one had to start from within — sowing discord among them.
And now it seemed that Longbadon was doing a fine job! Moreover, he was genuinely bringing about a kind of transformation!
"Perhaps, on the South Coast, there was once a similar wizard revolution, after which the power of the factions gradually declined and a more progressive academy-based faction rose to prominence..." Leilin suddenly found himself drawing this parallel.
However, pioneers of revolution rarely met good ends. They would inevitably be counterattacked by the conservative forces and ultimately crushed to dust.
So Leilin had no intention whatsoever of pushing something like a Wizard Academy system in the Extreme Dark Domain. Instead, he quietly maintained a facade of assimilation.
"It seems that Weilin and Longbadon are like two sides of the same coin — both are Children of Destiny for this era! The only difference is that one is a hero and the other a villain!"
Leilin picked up his coffee and took another sip.
Sometimes, a villain is simply a failed hero! Therefore, if Longbadon's revolution succeeded, he would become an immortal model in the future wizarding world, recorded in the annals of wizard history and widely celebrated.
But once Longbadon was defeated by Weilin, then he would become the great villain! A traitor to humanity! Nailed to the pillar of shame for all eternity.
"The final battle! It will inevitably come down to a showdown between these two! And before that, the power of destiny will rapidly inflate their strength — even if it means forcing their growth beyond all natural limits!"
Leilin understood full well the path of these Children of Destiny.
When they were on the rise, it was truly absurd — they would stumble upon ancient inheritances just walking down the street, run into phantom masters transmitting their power in any random dangerous location, and advance thousands of miles in a single day, making countless geniuses so ashamed they'd want to kill themselves!
"Longbadon seems to have inherited some kind of bloodline, and Weilin is even more extraordinary — not only did he discover the path of Enhanced Warriors that suited him best, but he also subdued the Subterranean Frost Spider Emperor, a creature equivalent in strength to a Second-rank Wizard!"
With his vast experience, Leilin could naturally infer their approximate strength from these images, and such outrageous luck even made him a little envious.
At the same time, he felt a chill of retrospective fear.
"If I had stayed there back then, wouldn't I have been played by fate too, turned into one of those phantom masters who transmit their power?"
Leilin's expression darkened. No — it should be said that Weilin had already extracted some benefit from him.
Although it had been the Warlock's emotional influence at the time, that didn't rule out manipulation by the power of destiny!
After all, the workings of destiny didn't generate things out of thin air — they required catalysts! And then amplified the relevant probability to infinity.
For instance, back then Leilin could have chosen to use a potion instead of taking on a disciple to pass the time, but in the end he had still chosen to teach Weilin the Knight's cultivation technique.
And among all the people in Burt Town, he had ultimately chosen Weilin — what kind of odds and luck did that require?
"Since you want to play? Then let's play to the fullest!"
Leilin raised his cup and made a silent challenge toward the sky.
*Ding! According to real-time monitoring by the Semi-Intelligent Entity, Target Ailin is exhibiting mild emotional irritability — a preliminary symptom of spiritual dissociation! Immediate action is recommended!*
Right at that moment, the Chip's alert sounded, projecting images of Ailin's frantic state before Leilin's eyes.
"It looks like trouble. Although Holy Light Candleflame didn't show any side effects at the apprentice level, it couldn't hold up after advancing to official Wizard!"
Leilin's expression immediately turned grim.
This was precisely why he hadn't cultivated Holy Light Candleflame on his own. Already possessing the Eye of Comoin was one factor, but the fear of these side effects was equally important.
The soul contained far too many mysteries. Even with the Chip's computational power breaking through the heavens, it couldn't decode all the secrets within the soul.
"Chip! Based on the latest data collected from Ailin, perform a secondary modification on Holy Light Candleflame! Simultaneously, monitor the other experimental subjects!"
Leilin immediately issued his command.
Shortly after, the images of the other two bearers were also projected before his eyes.
What he had created back then was far more than just the ring. These artificial "phantom masters" had been quietly sent out through various channels over the past dozen years, all under the guise of coincidence.
Through the images, he could see a young female apprentice and a burly man also practicing Holy Light Candleflame, cold sweat continuously sliding down both their faces.
"The power of destiny!"
Suddenly, both of them opened their eyes and gazed toward the Central Domain.