Sorcerer’s Handbook

Compared to the naive silver sorcerers and the growing golden sorcerers, the sanctuary sorcerers of the Distant Sky Domain undoubtedly possess a broader perspective.

Whether it was the recent tremor affecting the Virtual Realm or the enormous golden Phantom before them, neither could be the work of a legendary sorcerer. In other words, they were witnessing a divine intervention that would alter the landscape of the Virtual Realm!

At this moment, new Phantoms began to appear one after another, but all the sanctuary sorcerers focused solely on the golden Phantom. Ash and his companions were no exception. As they attempted to fly towards the golden Phantom, despite the seemingly vast distance, they found themselves inside it in an instant.

However, contrary to the Phantom’s grand exterior, Ash and the others arrived in a hall of normal size. The interior was quite crude, with walls resembling concrete slabs, less refined than even a cave.

The experienced explorers quickly realized something was amiss-their spirits were unusable, spellforce was prohibited, and the Sanctuary could not be raised!

Attempts to leave the Virtual Realm were equally futile!

Ash and Vesser were relatively unfazed, especially Ash, who was almost accustomed to being sealed. Sonya and Deya, on the other hand, were encountering such a situation for the first time. The fear and helplessness of losing their powers gripped their hearts tightly, making it hard to breathe. Instinctively, they grabbed Ash’s hands on either side.

“Don’t worry, we’re together.”

Ash’s calm voice soothed their inner turmoil. “Besides, if this really is a death trap, then hundreds or even thousands of sanctuary sorcerers will perish with us. At least we’ll die spectacularly.”

Sonya exhaled deeply, “I refuse to die with you!”

Deya was so anxious her hair seemed to darken, “Can’t we just not die?”

Vesser glanced at them and stepped back to maintain a social distance, suddenly saying, “Look at your soul.”

Ash and the others examined their souls and discovered that a new spirit was forming. The spirit had only one wing, resembling a sorcerer but was pitch black, like an unformed lump of clay.

Information about this spirit quickly flooded into Ash and his companions’ minds: the ‘Primordial’ spirit!

This was a spirit of the Soul Sect!

Ash and the others were astounded-although the Soul Sect wasn’t one of the mysterious spellcasting sects like prophecy, Truth, or fate, very few sorcerers could practice the Soul Sect, as it was not a spellcasting humans could learn!

As mentioned before, each race has its unique spellcasting advantages: the Ogres with the Gluttony Sect and Truth Sect, the orcs with the Spatial Sect, the Bewitchers with the Mental Sect, and while Goblins rarely become sorcerers, once they do, their talents suddenly soar… the Soul Sect is the exclusive spellcasting talent of the Elves!

Moreover, it’s not that all Elves can learn the Soul Sect, but only Elves have a chance to awaken the Soul Sect!

Ash had traversed three Kingdoms, and the only sorcerer practicing the Soul Sect was the sanctuary sorcerer Qenna Senhaeser of the Gospel Kingdom!

Perhaps some might think that the Mental Sect and the Soul Sect are the same. However, the Mental Sect delves into thoughts, will, and emotions, while the Soul Sect focuses on the soul itself. To put it in perspective, the Mental Sect studies combat techniques, whereas the Soul Sect examines the body’s structure.

Now, with the sudden emergence of the Primordial spirit within their souls, what does this mean? Have their abilities in the Soul Sect suddenly reached the silver realm?

Yet, the Primordial spirit suddenly released a black mist, dyeing their souls black! At the same time, a message flowed into their minds-

“Welcome to the Dreaming Celestium. I am the thirteenth owner here, the Specter Seer. Although the Dreaming Celestium is now shattered, it still serves as a place of Inheritance.”

“Upon entering the Dreaming Celestium, you are considered participants in the Specter’s Ordeal. Within the Celestium, all spirits and spellforce are forbidden, except for the Primordial spirit generated from your souls.”

“Those who pass all the trials may inherit all my Hidden Treasures.”

“Good luck.”

Just as Ash and the others processed this information, the hall filled with swirling smoke, and a dozen fierce-looking Soul Hounds emerged. Clearly, the first challenge of the Specter’s Ordeal was to eliminate these hounds!

Sonya, feeling an instinctive understanding, quickly grasped the use of the Primordial spirit, despite it being her first encounter with the Soul Sect. She aimed at a hound and swung from afar, unleashing a brilliant blue soul blade!

Deya, her hair in disarray, clearly had her witch sisters joining the fray. They too understood the Primordial spirit’s use, their bodies suddenly draped in a light purple veil, speeding up as they charged into the pack of hounds!

Vesser, however, did not rush in. A green light shot from her fingertips, striking a hound that was about to reach her. The next moment, the hound turned to attack the other hounds!

The same spirit, yet three different effects! The sword Princess’s effect was sword energy vibrations, the witches’ effect was increased speed, and Vesser’s effect was domination over creatures!

This is the marvel of the Primordial spirit-it adapts entirely to the sorcerer’s intent. Whatever effect the sorcerer wishes to achieve, the Primordial spirit delivers, making it truly Universal!

However, this power is not without cost. As they eliminated half the hounds, Ash called them back. Both the sword Princess and the witches appeared translucent, with Vesser being the most severe, almost see-through!

The Primordial spirit does not consume spellforce; it consumes the sorcerer’s soul!

If a sorcerer indulges in the Primordial spirit’s overwhelming power, they risk depleting their soul entirely. At that point, a single bite from a hound would result in complete annihilation, leaving not a trace of the soul to return to the body!

Sonya and the others recognized the gravity of the situation, their expressions serious. “But we can’t use any other spirits now, so we must maximize our precision-“

“Actually, there’s no need to worry. You all moved so quickly that I forgot to mention…”

Ash revealed three items: the “Silver Collection: Sword Wing Emblem,” which increases attack speed and consecutive attack power; the “Golden Collection: Stun Hammer,” which briefly stuns enemies with each effective hit; and the “Colorful Collection: Sight of the Lord of Wind, Rain, and Snow,” which slows all enemies within view.

“…It seems these collections can still work here.”

Just as silver sorcerers know that the Golden Fish is a shortcut to smuggle into the Time Continent, golden sorcerers are aware that the Rainbow Tail can lead them to the Distant Sky Domain. Sanctuary sorcerers can simply look up to see the Ruby Mountain of the Distant Land, and naturally, legendary sorcerers know of an even higher shortcut-the Angel at the peak of Ruby Mountain!

Legend has it that atop Ruby Mountain resides an Angel, and finding it would allow a sorcerer to reach the fifth layer of the Virtual Realm, shedding their mortal coil to achieve Immortality as a Demigod.

However, what everyone knows, almost no one can accomplish. A legend remains a legend, as no one has ever reached the summit. 

This is because Ruby Mountain is infinitely vast; no matter how much a legendary sorcerer climbs, they can never reach the top. In fact, the more they climb, the further the summit seems to drift away.

There was once a legendary sorcerer who, through various Miracles, restored their soul energy and climbed Ruby Mountain continuously for an entire year, yet still could not reach the summit. When the Miracle’s time expired, they collapsed from exhaustion on the mountain.

Despite this, legendary sorcerers are almost unanimous in their belief about the summit: the Angel exists. More than one sorcerer has claimed to see a figure at the very top of Ruby Mountain.

And now, nearly every legendary sorcerer who logs into the Virtual Realm can see that six-winged silhouette atop Ruby Mountain.

It is definitely not an Angel, as even a Demigod Angel has at most Five Wings.

And Six Wings, there is only one kind of existence-

“I see, the Blank Concept was destroyed, so you brought out these secret inheritances to gather the collective will of the sorcerers. Each sorcerer who claims an inheritance can imprint their desires onto the Blank Concept, and ultimately, all these desires will coalesce into a new law…”

A melodious yet clear voice seemed to echo from every corner of Ruby Mountain. The legendary sorcerers listened intently, barely daring to breathe, unsure of whom the six-winged silhouette was addressing.

But the six-winged silhouette soon ended the conversation. It slightly lowered its head, and everyone felt as though it was gazing directly at them, the oppressive pressure nearly bending the spines of the legends.

“I am the remnant will of the Lord of Wishflux, temporarily using Ruby Mountain as a place of Inheritance. Sorcerers who wish to obtain the Inheritance, climb to the summit and seize your ‘heart’s desire.’”

“But my original self died in haste, unable to lay down a complete Inheritance, so there is no spirit treasury, no Spellcasting knowledge, and no deities within the Inheritance.”

“The only thing you can inherit, and only this-“

“Is my Celestium.”