Transcendent Dawn

Rich took a few steps back and blurted out: "You...you are Phil's mentor?!"

Pyrophile Phil!

Fifty years ago, the magic inheritor who challenged the mercenary emperor suffered a fiasco!

"You...are you really a mentor? Why was your whereabouts unknown at the time? Ilya and Taklaw have been looking for you..."

Richie murmured.

"Elia..."

Phil's soul fire flickered again, and after a long time, he let out a wry smile: "After that failure... I'm already dead!"

"But, you came back to life! I want to learn this kind of magic, the spell of resurrection from the dead!" Rich knelt on the ground, not forgetting his biggest goal: "Please help me, mentor!"

"Undead magic!"

Phil's skull turned around and let out a rattling laugh: "The dead will never die, they will rise again! The Mercenary Emperor would never have thought that the failure he bestowed on me would instead make me understand the power that is completely opposite to the flame—— The power of death and ice! But... this kind of magic is very dangerous and very imperfect... In order to survive, I had to change my life form and become this ugly 'lich'!"

"I lost my sense of smell, taste, touch...trapped in this body, tormented day and night!" Phil said: "Even...don't dare to appear in front of the one I love, even so, do you want to learn? "

"I want to, because I want to resurrect the one I love!"

Rich said loudly: "And... Teacher, you have been trying to improve it, haven't you? Those ghouls are your masterpiece!"

"Smart little guy, I think I need an assistant."

Phil smiled.

He still didn't say a word.

It was a fluke that he was able to survive back then, coupled with the timely 'Lich Transformation'.

Now, especially recently, summoning spirits has become extremely difficult, almost impossible.

But he didn't say anything, he just wanted to see Rich's gesture of dedication, hard work, and finally despair.

It has to be said that after transforming his life form, there were big problems with his character and spirit, which were inevitable sequelae.

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imperial capital.

Sulu took a flying carriage and came to the floating city.

This floating city is located in the sky, and it is rare to land supplementary supplies. Usually, if you want to enter, unless you are a magician who casts the 'flying technique', or rides a magic item.

This limits the possibility for most people to climb up.

Even the always proud residents of the imperial capital can only lower their heads in secret envy when facing the floating city above their heads.

The carriage flew across the sky and stopped at a square on the edge of the floating city.

Immediately, a restriction emerged.

"The Floating Void City is a more complete node than the Mage Tower,

It is enough to support the fifth and sixth layers of magic nets, and... also has the ability to restrict spellcasters..."

Sulu smiled secretly.

This kind of restriction is to prohibit the casting of spells in the floating city without the permission of the owner of the floating city, in order to prevent so many magicians from causing trouble together.

Of course, with the ability of 'forbidden magic', there is authority.

The Lord of the Floating Void City, that is, Ilya, can give his own people the right to touch the magic net.

Sulu wore the most common magician's robe and walked in the floating city.

There was a plan at the beginning of its establishment, the residential area, the commercial area, the experimental area... The division was very reasonable, and the center was a tall tower.

Most of the pedestrians around are magicians, or magic apprentices, or even people related to magicians.

The shops on both sides also mostly sell various magic materials.

"It really is a city of magicians!"

Sulu could imagine that living here for a long time would inevitably cut him off from the world.

"Ilia...you have completed the important task of promoting magic, but in order to become a god, you must also be tested!"

He sighed, and countless messages flooded in.

...

The core of the floating city.

Meditation room.

With the establishment of the sixth magic net, Ilya has also entered a stage of rebirth.

Different from the promotion of ordinary mythology professionals, her promotion this time is because of the establishment of the magic net, which feeds her, the master of the magic net, into the realm of a sixth-level magister.

There is no need for a ceremony, and the savings are very deep.

It can be said that there is almost no possibility of failure.

In the same way, the same is true for promotion to the seventh-level god, as long as she can cast the seventh-level magic net!

At this moment, countless small runes can be seen pouring into Ilya's body through the magic net, completely rebuilding her flesh and blood, forming a brand new body with magic lines.

Behind this body, there are layers of magic nets emerging.

One after another, pitch-black pipes protruded directly from the magic net, pierced into the back of the body, and then disappeared.

This is not a mythical body, but the effect is similar, the key is that the power of the magic net can be mobilized more conveniently!

"Finally...level six."

Ilya opened her eyes and muttered to herself.

She felt deeply that she had done nothing wrong with this step.

Abolish the emperor, establish a brand new magic empire, collect the beliefs of the people of the entire continent, and directly push the magic net to the sixth floor.

And she also relied on the backfeeding of the magic net to break through the bottleneck of the sixth-level magister like a broken bamboo.

"Level seven... has already involved the gods, and is the most critical step... the first four layers of magic nets rely on the mage tower, the fifth and sixth layers of magic nets rely on the floating city, and the seventh layer of magic nets has rules for promotion. Capital that is directly separated from foreign objects..."

"If I can build the seventh layer of the magic net, I will definitely be promoted to a god!"

In Yilia's heart, an obsession emerged.   Immediately, all the abnormalities on her body disappeared, and she put on an incomparably gorgeous magician robe, and walked out of the meditation room. "Level 6... Congratulations!"   Taklaw is naturally a level 5 magister. Seeing this scene, he asked, "This is... what kind of state?"    "Trust me, Taklaw... language The description is already too pale, the most important points are getting closer to the magic element and the magic net, as well as the extension of life span! At this time, I don’t rely on other things, and this body alone can live for about a thousand years..."  Except In addition, magicians have various means to prolong their lifespan. Generally speaking, they are much better than forced warriors.  Taklaw is very clear that at this time, Ilya is not only an ordinary level 6, but also has the core authority of the magic net, and her combat power is comparable to the peak of level 6!  He was silent, and finally said: "The thirteenth obelisk, I don't recommend looking for..."   "Why?"  Ilia glanced at him, naturally with great pressure.   "I have obtained a revelation of fate, the thirteenth obelisk, which contains unparalleled madness and darkness..." Taklaw explained.  "I'm already a sixth-level magister."  Ilya retorted, but after thinking for a while, she nodded: "However, since it is your prophecy, I will consider it carefully."