The grand gathering held at the Phosphorescent Marshes was a resounding success and a far-reaching event.
For the arrangements on this front, Leilin hadn't done much personally, instead delegating everything entirely to Alpha and the others.
At most, he would appear at key moments to receive distinguished guests, accept congratulatory gifts, and display his Solar-level power for all to see.
Throughout the entire process, the time Leilin actually spent in the public eye wasn't all that long, leaving many high-ranking Wizards wringing their hands in regret.
But Alpha and the rest were old hands at this, and they still managed to make the gathering lively and vibrant, holding multiple auctions and private exchange sessions in succession.
It had to be said that because the Central Continent was so vast and Wizards from different regions had always found it inconvenient to travel, being able to use this gathering to exchange knowledge and trade with like-minded peers was truly a pleasant surprise for them.
In fact, even centuries later, there were still Wizards who couldn't stop reminiscing about that particular gathering.
Of course, for the高层 of the major factions, their feelings were quite another matter.
Though Leilin's screen time had been brief, the sixth-level Solar power he displayed—those manifested soul flames—were absolutely impossible to fake.
This could only mean one thing: the long-prophesied Bloodline Throne, the strongest among the Wizards, had appeared!
The Wizards' feelings about the rise of the Wizard faction were deeply mixed, and there was no shortage of discontent among them.
Unfortunately, before they could form any alliances or conspiracies, Leilin made a move none of them had anticipated.
"Well then, Thrones—care to have a go?"
Leilin wore an ornate Wizard's robe, and as today's protagonist, he seemed to have not the slightest sense of decorum befitting a Throne, launching a challenge to every Throne present.
"Oh my… Lord Leilin, are you serious?" The Flame Throne covered her lips with a laugh, though a serious glint flickered through her eyes.
"I'd like to confirm your intentions first!" The Sky Throne's numerous wings rustled, and the entire sky seemed to be blanketed by a layer of white snow.
"Lord Leilin! Your actions are truly unexpected!" This was the Earth Throne—a Wizard with an honest, plain face, yet he ruled the most dangerous stretch of territory on the entire Central Continent, and rumor had it that the number of Wizards who had perished at his hands was uncountable.
"I'm absolutely serious!"
Leilin nodded gravely. The plight of the bloodline Wizards would not be eased simply because a sixth-level Throne had appeared.
On the contrary, his very emergence might unite the other Wizard Thrones against the Wizard Alliance.
Therefore, the only option was a show of force! Before they could take any substantive measures, he had to beat them into submission! So that from then on, whenever they so much as thought of the Bloodline Throne's name, they would tremble in the shadows, not daring to harbor even the slightest disloyalty!
"In that case, let's enter the Astral Plane!"
The Sky Throne rose to his feet, and the void around him rippled faintly. Battles between Morning Star Wizards could already devastate the surface—let alone Solar Thrones.
"No need!" But to everyone's surprise, Leilin himself rejected the suggestion.
"Hee hee… it seems either Leilin doesn't care about everything here, or he's confident he can defeat us in an instant without damaging the surroundings…"
Melinda giggled at this, wisps of flame materializing around her and coalescing into a grand palace.
She was clearly very serious.
"That's exactly what I meant! Fighting you lot doesn't require entering the Astral Plane at all!" Leilin nodded earnestly, but this utterly nonchalant attitude immediately drove the other Thrones into a fury.
"Arrogant!" The Earth Throne surged to his feet, and the ground shook violently.
"Not bad! To make the earth respond to this degree, your comprehension of the laws of earth must be very close to five percent!"
Leilin tapped his right foot, and all the tremors vanished instantly, as if they had never existed.
"Together!"
Several Thrones exchanged glances, each seeing gravity in the others' eyes.
Flame, Sky, Earth—multiple sixth-level Solar Thrones struck simultaneously, presenting the onlookers with a scene that felt like the end of the world.
"Is that all? How disappointing…"
But when the barrage of attacks landed on Leilin, they were like a spring breeze and gentle rain—they couldn't so much as stir the hem of his robe.
A streak of light shot out from behind Leilin, taking the form of a horrifying phantom of a Tagilian Winged Serpent. The terrifying law of devouring spread outward in an instant.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Every single Throne collapsed to the ground like dead dogs. Only Melinda remained, her eyes filled with disbelief: "Seventh-level!!!"