In the endless sea of Primordial Force.
The azure Primordial Force surged in tides, and tremendous power roared forth — this represented the entire
Thanks to his original identity as a Wizard and the already-assimilated aura of his soul, the Primordial Force of the Wizard World did not reject Leilin. On the contrary, it yielded to him smoothly, enriching his power.
"Powerful, pure… As expected of the Wizard World — this level of Primordial Force, I fear only the World Force of the
Having experienced ascension to demigod status and travels through other worlds, Leilin quickly identified the distinctions.
"If I could fully master this power, reaching the eighth-level limit or even becoming a ninth-level Wizard would be no mere fantasy…"
A look of longing appeared in Leilin's eyes, but sadly it could only remain a dream.
Within his perception, at the center of the roaring sea of World Force, a powerful will slumbered, with fragmented rules leaking outward. Compared to it, Leilin was nothing — the difference between an ant and an elephant.
Absorbing a little scattered World Force was fine, but attempting to supplant it was simply courting death!
The fact that even beings like the Mother of the Earth's Core and other Law-level existences had been unable to do anything about it since ancient times spoke volumes.
"Even the Primordial Force of Bathol Hell — I could only command it through my authority, like using my own limbs, but it wasn't truly mine and could still be taken away. The hag countess was the best example…"
Leilin sighed. In his view, the position of a Hell Lord was like an ancient official post — you had power only while you held it, could command your subordinates, but once you stepped down or were overthrown, you lost all control over the Primordial Force.
That was why he had left
But now things were different. Although the amount of World Force he absorbed was small, after conversion, this force truly became Leilin's own power, never to be taken away.
[Beep! Host is absorbing the Wizard World's Primordial Force. Data is increasing…]
Seeing the Chip's notification, a hint of a smile appeared on Leilin's face. "Seventh-level Warlock is only the beginning. What matters is ascending to a higher rank, with greater potential for further advancement…"
With this thought, Leilin completely released control over his body, allowing vast quantities of Primordial Force to seep in. Through the Law of Devouring, this was transformed into power that was entirely his own, while his mind and true spirit delved into comprehension of Laws.
The exposure of a world's Laws was, for Leilin, a considerable source of experience.
Moreover, after his true spirit had transformed into a Rule True Spirit, his understanding of Laws had reached an entirely new level.
Initially, he focused on Devouring and
It had to be said, the World of Gods was a paradise for Rule Wizards!
The world structure, where Faith power assisted Law comprehension, was an enormous blessing for all Rule Wizards! As long as one had believers praying and had begun to tread into related domains and divine offices, comprehension of Laws advanced with incredible speed — as if the World of Gods were forcibly implanting knowledge!
However, while this approach was rapid, it came with the drawback of an unstable foundation. So Leilin spent additional time consolidating his gains.
"My path will inevitably tend toward Destruction — filled with darkness and evil. The foundation for bearing the power of
In this favorable environment, Leilin immediately took out his previous insights into his path and worked through them, discovering a few minor issues, which he corrected in time.
Time passed imperceptibly.
Until a voice sounded, pulling Leilin out of his trance: [Beep! The agreed-upon time has arrived!]
The Chip faithfully reminded him, and the gate from before materialized once more.
"Sigh… I really want to stay here forever, until my comprehension of Laws is complete and my body reaches saturation with Primordial Force…"
Leilin sighed and walked out.
In truth, this was pure fantasy. The Primordial Force of the Wizard World was far too precious, and absorbing too much would provoke the wrath of the World
If not for the Mother of the Earth's Core's subtle favoritism and preferential treatment, he probably wouldn't have received such treatment.
Sometimes, fairness itself was a privilege — especially for a newcomer like him. Understanding this, Leilin harbored no complaints whatsoever. Before leaving, he specifically went to meet with the Mother of the Earth's Core's avatar to express his gratitude.
"Chip! Pull up my current data!"
On his way back, Leilin commanded silently.
[Leilin Farell — Warlock, Seventh Level. Bloodline: Targaryen Winged Serpent (Seventh Level). Strength: 223.51. Agility: 180.67. Constitution: 306.37. Spirit: 579.86. Soul State: Rule True Spirit. Law Comprehension: Devouring (100%), Slaughter (58%). World Force Saturation: 27.99%.]
"Hmm, it looks like after three more absorption sessions, my current World Force will reach saturation…"
Looking at the increased data across all stats, a look of satisfaction appeared on Leilin's face. Considering that Rule Wizards typically needed thousands or even tens of thousands of years to advance, his progress was nothing short of astonishing.
"However, the data calculations in the Wizard World are different from those in the World of Gods. Because of the different world rules, they can't be converted…"
The World of Gods had its own unique rules — each additional attribute point provided a partial boost across all stats. The Wizard World, by contrast, simply stacked them. This was the difference between two worlds, and Leilin had no intention of forcing one framework onto the other.
"Still… even by conservative estimates, my current strength is in no way inferior to that of minor divine powers. In fact, I may even surpass them — though of course, the cheating advantage of a Divine Kingdom doesn't count…"
Leilin had a very clear understanding of his own strength.
"Next, I should spend some time with Furi, Xiling, and the others. And there's the first subterranean layer…"
Leilin shook his head, feeling a bit like he was rushing from one engagement to another. Especially now, after having fathered numerous descendants, every place had an entire extended family waiting. Even counting only the direct line, the numbers were considerable — quite a hassle.
But it was precisely through the continuous branching out of these descendants that the bloodline power of the Targaryen Winged Serpent could keep growing — a bitter joy, if you will.
Leilin had a detailed plan for his upcoming schedule.
First would be comforting his vast harem, meeting with his children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren, seeing if any among them showed talent worth cultivating. After that, he would make a trip to the Dream World.
The mystery of the Nightmare Energy Devourers, the enhancement of Dream Power, and most importantly, the experience of Dream Power's decline — all of these could only be obtained there.
This would be of immense significance for Leilin's path.
To advance from the eighth-level limit to the ninth level, one had to use one's own path to bear the power of Space-Time! As the cornerstone for refining that power, the choice of what would bear it was critically important. Choose poorly, and the path forward would be severed.
This harsh condition had doomed countless ancient Wizards. Leilin even suspected that the Mother of the Earth's Core was in her current state precisely because of this, unable to advance any further.
As for switching one's path after it had been set — Leilin had never even heard of such a thing.
"The Dream World is currently in a low period with minimal danger — the perfect time for exploration. Only after I've fully explored it and digested what I've gained will it be time to fulfill the Mother of Myriad Snakes' agreement!"
Although the Mother of Myriad Snakes had sent word as early as when Leilin ascended to the seventh level, he had no intention of fulfilling the agreement immediately.
What a joke! The contract had a deadline of one thousand years! How much time had passed since then?
Furthermore, although the Mother of Myriad Snakes claimed to have forgiven everything with a smile, Leilin never believed that for a moment. The grudge from splitting the Mother of Myriad Snakes' throne and forcibly seizing a portion of her Bloodline Origin — even he himself couldn't let go of something like that so easily.
When it came to helping her contend for the Shadow World, there would be far too many dangers and opportunities for treachery.
Even if the Mother of Myriad Snakes put everything aside and cooperated with Leilin in perfect sincerity, Leilin didn't believe his current strength made him invincible.
Therefore, exploring the Dream World had to come before fulfilling the Serpent Mother's agreement!
By then, even if Leilin gained nothing from the Dream World, his understanding of seventh-level Warlock power would have inevitably reached a profound depth. Combined with the strength boost from multiple rounds of World Force absorption and the attribute enhancements, he would surely rank among the top of seventh-level Rule Wizards.
Only then, when dealing with the Mother of Myriad Snakes, would he have more confidence and leverage.
In any era, and regardless of the other party, comparable or near-equal strength was the prerequisite for equal dealings!
Leilin had always believed in this — in the past, the present, and the future!
With the speed of a seventh-level Wizard who could merge with Laws, travel within the Wizard World was nearly instantaneous.
In the blink of an eye, Leilin returned to the surface — to the core of the Ouroboros Ring, the grand base of all Targaryen Winged Serpent bloodline descendants: Targaryen Castle.
"Father!" "Father!"
There, a large group of high-level Warlocks was already waiting. Leading them were two young, handsome Warlocks whose features bore a seventy to eighty percent resemblance to Leilin.
Of course, Leilin himself currently had the appearance of a young man, with only his eyes carrying the weight of history, making him look slightly more mature. The three of them standing together looked like three brothers.
"Xirui! Daniel! Rise!"
Leilin wore a gentle smile as he looked at his two sons, and behind them, their mothers, his wives, and a whole crowd of other clan members.