Sorcerer: I want to be an Academic Prodigy-Chapter 692 - 654: Throne of the Azure Wilderness_2

The King of the Long Sky and the others were all deeply shocked.

"Born of destiny, there must be a mission."

After a prolonged silence, the King of the Long Sky sighed heavily.

"If that’s the case, then the mission of us sorcerers must lie with the devil race of the Abyss Plane. The great will truly holds us in high regard," lamented the King of Ten Thousand Woods.

The Abyss Plane is also a major plane, one that is exceedingly aggressive and notorious—more so than the Elf Plane.

In terms of ferocity, the Abyss Plane ranks among the top in the galaxy.

The historical battle that occurred in Danaila ten thousand years ago was spearheaded by the Abyss Plane, and that war reduced Danaila to devastation, with sufferings so profound that it has yet to recover.

And the devil race is the main force of the Abyss Plane.

On the contrary, sorcerers, despite their developmental progress up to now, are still far from being among the apex races of Danaila, and their power pales in comparison to the devil race’s robust might.

How could the Void King Wizards present not feel pressure from this?

"No matter what, knowing this is better than being completely in the dark. At least we can begin preparations now, awaiting the day that the great will demands us to fulfill our mission."

"Right, as long as we unite as one, there’s a chance we can stand equal to the devil race one day."

They were not ordinary figures, and after their momentary disquiet, they quickly regained their composure.

Besides, this matter did not require immediate action. By the time they undertook any real movements, it might be thousands of years into the future—by then, the sorcerer world would certainly no longer resemble its present state.

"The shame from ten thousand years ago must not be forgotten. That enmity must be avenged."

"Perhaps measures have already been put into place, and we’re simply unaware."

"It’s normal for our race, without even a throne, to be excluded from such grand operations."

After putting their concerns behind them, the Void King Wizards began analyzing the information inherent to this revelation. Without doubt, the great will of Danaila has always sought an opportunity for retribution.

For grudge to answer grudge, for enmity to answer enmity—such is the natural order.

They foresaw that once large-scale actions are initiated, sorcerers would not escape conscription—this was something that warranted attention.

Undeniably, given the notorious reputation of the Abyss Plane, Danaila likely wouldn’t act against it lightly, which, ironically, turned out to be an advantage for the sorcerers.

"For us, the utmost priority lies only in one thing: to give rise to a True King Wizard. Only then will we ascend to a higher tier," remarked the King of Ten Thousand Woods with a deep sense of aspiration.

The others exchanged glances and subtly nodded their heads.

At that moment, a peculiar wave of energy suddenly emerged, sweeping across the Truth Hall and touching every Void King Wizard present, leaving them visibly shaken.

"What’s this?"

"Come, let’s go see."

Recognizing that something monumental was transpiring, the group teleported away from the Truth Hall and arrived at the edge of the Supreme Council’s city walls.

Far in the distance, the firmament was awash with a mesmerizing nine-colored radiance, like an endless cascade of celestial ribbons. Simultaneously, the air was filled with the sound of thunder and wind—yet the sound was not sharp but harmonious, akin to the symphony of heaven and earth.

The King of the Long Sky recognized it instantly, but he refrained from uttering a word, swiftly holding his tongue.

The anomaly in the heavens persisted, as the resplendent nine-colored radiance rapidly converged—one part forming a rainbow bridge, while another part coalesced into a throne positioned atop the bridge.

Both the rainbow bridge and the nine-colored throne emanated an awe-inspiring divine majesty, evoking reverence in all who beheld them.

Suddenly, a tall figure materialized on the throne. Seated there, he announced:

"I am Meg Clement Elsop. Today, I am honored to ascend the throne. From this moment onward, I am the Azure Throne of Danaila. May we strive together."

The words from the horizon, though soft, echoed clearly in the ears of everyone.

It became evident that someone had successfully ascended a throne today, prompting heaven and earth to celebrate, and announcing it across the entire plane so that all its inhabitants could join in the rejoicing.

Meg?

Ivan was certain—this was the Old Tree Man Meg he knew, with a name that matched perfectly.

Since departing from the third underground layer of the inheritance grounds, he hadn’t received any news of Meg. Unexpectedly, after decades, Meg appeared in such an earth-shaking manner, becoming a throne-level power in one fell swoop.

Ivan was both astonished and deeply happy for his old friend.

After the throne proclamation ended, the celestial phenomenon quickly dissipated—the rainbow bridge vanished, the throne disappeared, and the Azure Throne was nowhere to be seen, leaving the world in a state of awe.

"Does every throne ascension have to be this grandiose?" asked the Ice Queen to the group.

"No, as far as I know, it’s up to the throne-level figure’s personal choice. They can opt for a grand display or a quiet ascension," answered the King of the Long Sky, evidently more informed than the others.

Hearing their exchange, Ivan finally snapped out of his astonished state.

"I have something to say. As a sorcerer, I’ve resolved to seek an opportunity at all costs in the near future—to contend for the role of True King Wizard."

Before the others could respond, the King of the Long Sky announced resolutely.

His words fell into the ears of the other Void Kings like a series of resounding explosions, though his tone was quiet.

"Are you serious? Within how many years?"

"Three years of preparation should suffice."

"Good! We’ve finally awaited this day. Should you need our assistance in any matter, don’t hesitate to ask. As for the safety of the sorcerer world, leave it to us—we’ll protect it."

His pronouncement was not abrupt, as with the passing of the King of Green Thunder, the King of the Long Sky had become the most profound among the Void Kings.

However, the King of the Long Sky had always been focused on expanding his power, so it was clear that he had made all necessary preparations now.

"Thank you for your efforts."

"Haha, there’s no need for formality among family. We’re waiting for you to lead us in elevating the sorcerers to the pinnacle of Danaila’s apex races."

Indeed, all six gathered here shared a rare purity of intent. Their pursuits were identical—to seek endless knowledge and truth. Under that premise, contention was minimal, and instead, they hoped for each other’s constant growth in power.

This way, they could progress together and unlock even greater knowledge and truth.

"Black Flame King, you should be nearing this crucial step as well, shouldn’t you?" inquired the King of the Long Sky, able to discern more due to his superior power.

"To be candid, I’ve already chosen the path of my throne. As for when I’ll truly take that critical step, it still requires some time—ten years, or perhaps twenty," Ivan reflected before answering.

Ten to twenty years?

This timeframe wasn’t lengthy; on the contrary, it was remarkably brief. Even extending it by another ten or twenty years, for beings pursuing throne power, it still seemed fleeting.

In other words, following the King of the Long Sky, the Black Flame King was swiftly approaching this pivotal moment—truly a fortunate event for the sorcerer world.

"Amazing, just amazing."

"The Black Flame King is truly unparalleled; it’s enough to make me eager for another starfield expedition."

"That won’t do. At crucial times, you absolutely can’t falter."

"Hahaha, I’m just entertaining the thought."

"Don’t even think about it. Squash that idea immediately, Dragon Flame King."

At that moment, joy overtook the Void King Wizards—a rare and celebratory occasion. Even the Ice Queen, typically reserved, couldn’t help but show a hint of emotion.

After weathering millennia of ups and downs, the sorcerer world had waited far too long for a True King Wizard.

With plans in motion, time began to pass as though on fast-forward.

During this period, Ivan made a special visit to see Locke.

Now, Locke had built an impressive reputation in the Endless Spirit Workshop; he had traversed many planes over the years, mostly small to medium-sized ones, seizing numerous unique intelligence pieces and rare resources.

In terms of personal power, he had been steadily ascending and was now on the verge of achieving Level 5 Ancient King.

As for influence, his Black Star Legion had grown in numbers, recruiting many skilled individuals among the spiritual bodies—its size was now beginning to take shape.

Most importantly for Ivan, through the Three Lives Create All Things Secret Technique, Locke had managed to extend the Black Star Legion’s reach into the Endless Spirit Workshop—and the Endless Spirit Workshop was no ordinary plane.

According to his analysis, the Endless Spirit Workshop likely held a unique, unmatched position within the broader world.