Wizard: I Can Refine Everything-Chapter 361 - 76: Reopening of the Secret Realm

Chapter 361 -76: Reopening of the Secret Realm

“That… esteemed Masters, have you all been… disturbed?” Richard asked, somewhat cautiously.

There was no helping it; standing above his Wizard Tower were all familiar faces.

These people were all Three Rings Wizards of the Black Tower, and the fact that they had all come here indicated that the commotion he had caused might have far exceeded his expectations.

In the sky, the gaze of many Three Rings Wizards were now all focused on Richard.

As those who had been through it themselves, they could naturally see that Richard was in the post-advancement nurturing phase.

But the last time Richard had met with them, he was still a Second Ring Wizard.

Now that Richard was in the nurturing phase, there was no doubt he had broken through to the rank of a Three Rings Wizard.

A Three Rings Wizard at the age of over four hundred…

Expressions of disbelief appeared on the faces of the many Three Rings Wizards.

They were all startled by their own thoughts.

It was nothing else; this age was simply too young.

Without the greatest of fortunes, even if a wizard was to meditate all day, achieving this would be impossible.

The group of wizards landed on the ground; they wouldn’t stand high and mighty before a fellow Three Rings Wizard.

Even if he could possibly be the weakest Three Rings Wizard in the history of the Wizard World.

After landing, Jolod quickly stepped over to Richard and asked with a voice filled with incredulity,

“Richard, you… you’ve become a Three Rings Wizard?”

Watching his teacher’s incredulous expression, Richard stiffly nodded his head. But in his heart, he cursed silently, “Damn, what day is it today that the higher-ups from the Academy have all come to the Tower of Truth.”

He was now somewhat regretting having advanced directly in the Tower of Truth.

Hearing Richard’s affirmative response, Jolod was first startled, then his face showed a very complicated smile.

He patted Richard’s shoulder, turned around, and called out to the other wizards, “This is Richard! My student Jolod! He is now a Three Rings Wizard!”

The other Three Rings Wizards each offered their congratulations; for a Master and his student to be ranked as Second and Three Rings respectively was indeed a notable achievement in the circle of wizards.

After celebrating, the Three Rings Wizards dispersed, leaving space for the master and his disciple.

Although they were extremely curious about how Richard had become a Three Rings Wizard in such a short period of time,

What wizard doesn’t have secrets?

Each of these Three Rings Wizards had their own unique encounters behind them.

And in the Wizard World, fortune that directly strengthens one’s power isn’t the worst kind, but it’s not the best kind of opportunity either.

Basic strength development is not a difficult task for a wizard.

Especially for someone like Richard, who could be called a little tycoon.

After being shocked, some Three Rings Wizards even felt a bit of regret.

Becoming a Three Rings Wizard too early is not necessarily a good thing for a wizard; a sudden surge in power can easily muddle one’s mind, leading a wizard to overestimate their own strength.

But for beings of the Third Level, whether wizards or natives, their power is not to be underestimated.

If one can’t recognize their true level, upon entering the Plane Battlefield, a wizard could easily perish.

Of course, these drawbacks do not overshadow the brilliance of the event that someone could become a Three Rings Wizard at over four hundred years old. Becoming a Three Rings Wizard at over four hundred meant that, theoretically, Richard had over nine thousand years to research how to become a Great Wizard.

This was an advantage that other wizards, who became Three Rings at two or three thousand years old, could not compare with.

As the Three Rings Wizards departed, only Jolod and Richard remained in front of the Wizard Tower.

Jolod turned and looked at Richard, his face wearing a proud smile.

He patted Richard’s shoulder and scolded with a laugh, “You little rascal, you even kept it from me, huh? I had no idea you were about to break through.”

Richard laughed and scratched his head, then suddenly felt a pain in the back of his skull.

Several strands of hair shot to the ground like arrows.

He was still in the nurturing phase; even with Second Ring limit spiritual power, he would still go through a brief phase of nurturing.

During this phase, Richard’s body was still in a weakly uncontrollable state.

Grimacing, Richard said, “It was an accident; I didn’t think I’d advance to Three Rings so quickly, so I didn’t mention it. But today, I couldn’t hold back and just broke through.”

Jolod shook his head with a laugh, but deep inside he let out a slight sigh.

He was beginning to understand less and less about his own student.

At this moment, he finally understood the meaning behind the saying that each wave is stronger than the last.

“Never mind, as long as you decide on your own.”

Jolod patted Richard’s arm; the smile on his face disappeared, replaced by a profound sadness.

“You have been busy researching these past few days and probably aren’t aware. That old fellow Vladimir died a couple of days ago.”

Although Jolod’s face was smiling as he spoke, that smile looked incredibly bitter.

Another old acquaintance of his had passed away.

Hearing this news, Richard was momentarily stunned.

He remembered the decaying Qi on Vladimir in the Red Sun World.

Indeed, it was time for Vladimir to pass.

A sudden sour feeling arose in Richard’s heart.

This was the first time he had experienced the death of a wizard with whom he had a deep connection.

Vladimir was undoubtedly an important figure to him. His very first order had been signed with Vladimir’s help.

For a new weapon, without Vladimir’s stubborn recommendation, the Clear Frost Corps would have never placed an order, let alone such a large one at once.

On the battlefield, although Richard had little communication with Vladimir, each time Vladimir had provided him with ample help.

Without a doubt, Vladimir had shown great favor to Richard. And Richard held deep respect for the old wizard.

Richard asked in a low voice, “When does the funeral start?”

“One week from now, get ready. Great Wizard Clear Frost and the Academy’s Dean were close friends, so many of our Academy’s distinguished wizards will be attending.”

Richard nodded, saying nothing more.

Jolod turned and walked away, and Wuni, who had been standing beside the two men, asked curiously, “Teacher, which master is Master Vladimir? You and the grandmaster both look so sad.”

Richard sighed and began to recount his experiences with Vladimir to Wuni.

Death was always so heavy that Richard, who had just been promoted and should have been filled with joy, was now weighed down by sorrow.

After finishing the story for Wuni, Richard silently returned to the Wizard Tower.

Ulysses flew in from the backyard and, seeing Richard’s expression, asked in surprise, “What’s the matter with you… How have you become a demigod? Shouldn’t you be a bit happier about it?”

“It’s nothing. Master Vladimir has passed away, and I’ll be attending his funeral in a few days,” Richard’s voice was low.

Ulysses paused, quickly retrieving the information associated with that name from his mind.

“Oh, that old wizard.”

Ulysses perched on Richard’s shoulder, speaking indifferently, “Richard, don’t dwell too much on death. You have a long life ahead of you, and you will see this kind of thing often in your days to come. I’ve personally witnessed the deaths of my parents, siblings, wife, and even my children. It is a path that every longevity species must walk. Let sorrow stay in the memories, and life needs to be more optimistic and active.”

Richard shook his head, as such words were easy to say, but living them out often required prolonged endurance. Who could face sorrow so calmly without being numbed by grief?

“Let’s not talk about that anymore,” Richard shook his head, “What were you doing just now? I made such a commotion with my promotion, and you didn’t even cover for me.”

“That…,” Ulysses said somewhat awkwardly, “You’ve been in the Nightmare World these past days, so you don’t know. Your Secret Realm has been completely assembled.”

“…Ah?”

Upon arriving in the Secret Realm, Richard was shocked by the drastically changed landscape.

After twenty years of assembly, the entire Secret Realm had transformed dramatically.

What was once merely one square kilometer had ballooned to dozens of square kilometers.

Various exotic plants and creatures freely proliferated across the Secret Realm.

Lakes, volcanoes, deserts, forests… over just a few dozen square kilometers, it had condensed more than a dozen different landscapes, making it feel like a condensed world.

The World Mushroom, after the assembly, had skyrocketed in height to nearly a kilometer, its immense cap looking from afar like a peak amidst the clouds.

Beneath that cap, Richard’s Divine Statue and Holy City had been scaled up dozens of times. Moreover, within the Holy City, Richard saw creatures he had never encountered before.

“What are those?”

Richard pointed to the Holy City, where beings resembling human forms were coming and going.

The World Mushroom’s solemn voice echoed in Richard’s ear.

“Master, these are Holy Tree Elves.”

“Holy Tree Elves?”

Richard was stunned for a moment. His impression of Holy Tree Elves was that they were all furry balls. But what he was seeing now could not be said to match his impression at all; they were completely different.

“Master, these are disguises. This is their new ability.”

As he spoke, a Holy Tree Elf approached Richard and shed its external disguise.

As it turned out, the humanoid shell of the Holy Tree Elf was merely an exterior made of mycelium.

Their actual bodies remained those furry, spherical forms.

“Mycelium disguise, not bad, quite an interesting ability,” Richard observed, as the Holy Tree Elf resumed its humanoid form, and he couldn’t help but express his praise.

This ability was both offensive and defensive. The essence of the mycelium disguise was mycelium manipulation. The properties of these mycelia could be changed according to the will of the Holy Tree Elves, meaning they could make their mycelium as soft as skin or as hard as steel.

In other words, the Holy Tree Elves were not only capable of crafting disguises but also of dealing with enemies.

With this ability, Richard no longer needed to worry about having these little creatures taken away by some careless predator.

Indeed, while it was a good ability, it was limited to allowing ordinary Holy Tree Elves to defend themselves against the likes of geese.

“Not bad at all, but the external appearance needs some work.”

Richard looked at the humanoid bodies the Holy Tree Elves had created, slightly dissatisfied.

The Holy Tree Elves were not very skilled at operating their new ability, so the bodies they created based on Richard’s Divine Statue were somewhat “horrifying.”

The creature was the size of a baby, with facial features twisted in odd angles, and skin colored like mushrooms in rainbow hues; it was enough to elicit an uncanny valley reaction from Richard.

Richard walked to the edge of the Holy City and gathered all the Holy Tree Elves.

“Don’t use me as a model for the shells just yet. I’ll provide you with a set of sculptures in some time, and you can make your humanoid shells then.”

The multitude of Holy Tree Elves responded in unison, “As you wish, great Creator God.”