Chapter 1136: Path of Divine Revelation Concludes (Part 2)

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Leon grinned: “I’ll see if I can figure it out, if I can advance the Holy Silver Battle Body even further, I’ll invite you to try it.”

Vera walked alongside, her voice as cool as ever: “Then you’d better first survive those old folks in your family.”

She also changed into a light blue dress today, her long hair pulled back into a neat bun.

The ornamental plants placed in the corner of the hall subtly leaned towards her as she passed.

Leon pouted, refraining from retorting, just heavily patting Duke on the shoulder: “Alright, I’m heading back to Silver Hand, I might be in seclusion for a long time.”

Duke smiled and agreed, watching him stride to the teleportation array leading to the West Coast.

As Leon left, he waved at Edmond, shouting loudly, making several young Wizards nearby laugh.

Morris was the quietest of them all, wrapped in a dusty gray robe, as though a figure carved from shadows, simply nodded lightly at a few people and turned towards another teleportation array.

He was the one who least needed farewells.

Vera watched his back and said softly: “Someone from Doomsday Bell has come to pick him up.”

Duke followed her gaze, sure enough, a figure in a black cloak stood beside the teleportation array, seemingly waiting there.

Morris walked over, the two exchanged a few words and vanished together in the teleportation light.

“I should return to the East Coast too.” Edmond adjusted his glasses, extended his hand to Duke, “White Cliff Academy is waiting for my report. I’ll leave first, I might be in seclusion for a while.”

Duke shook his hand: “Go back and have a good rest. You haven’t looked well.”

Edmond nodded, gave a slight smile, carried the old box brought back from the Path of Divine Revelation, heading towards the teleportation array to the East Coast. His figure was quickly swallowed by the light.

Vera parted ways with Duke at the corner of the corridor; she was headed to the Thorn Holy Tower’s liaison office in the Central Islands, some things needed to be taken back by the people from the Tower.

“I’ll leave in a few days,” she said, “You should go back and sleep well, don’t rush into training.”

Duke agreed, watching her walk down another corridor. Vera looked back at Duke just before disappearing around a corner, smiled, and waved goodbye.

Duke returned alone to the Seventh District dormitory, opened the door.

The room seemed as though it was brought from the old days unchanged, the bed, desk, and a half-cup of tea left from who knows when, all remained as they were before he left.

Duke closed the door, took off the robe he’d been wearing throughout the Path of Divine Revelation, tossed it casually onto a chair, and collapsed onto the bed.

The sky outside over the Central Islands slowly transitioned from silver-blue to deeper hues, he closed his eyes and heard himself exhale long and deeply—finally home.

He only lay for a moment before sitting up on the bed, went to the bathroom to wash his face with cold water, changed into clean clothes, and sat down at the desk.

Outside, it was already completely dark, with the night lights of the Central Islands glowing in a dense silver band.

He placed the Space Ring and the six Sealing Boxes on the desk, spread out a piece of parchment, and began writing slowly.

The Path of Divine Revelation was completed, but there’s no sign of ranking rewards.

Noah explained clearly at the banquet, final rankings would be calculated after everything on the fifth layer is concluded, distributed by the Wizard Council.

In other words, only what’s brought back can be assessed now.

He first wrote down six Divine Fragments, the biggest gain from this journey, none other.

Six Divine Fragments, representing fire, earth, wind, water, light, and darkness, each a core fragment of fallen gods’ rules, still incredibly divine within despite being scattered for countless years.

These aren’t consumables, but support for long-term training.

He would rely on these six fragments to refine the Sixth Element Rules for a long time.

Aiming simultaneously on six paths, relying solely on himself, it’s unknown how long it would take to endure, but these six fragments are six large steps forward.

He turned to a new line, writing Rule Fragments, light, earth.

These were obtained before entering the fourth layer, inferior in quality to the Divine Fragments, but already usable.

The Fire God’s Heart Fragment also belongs here, but separately written.

Next are large quantities of Philosopher’s Stone Ore intercepted from the second layer’s tribal mines.

He briefly marked just the rough quantities.

Most of these were directly given to the Light God Court, nourishing the World Tree’s growth.

The World Tree now stands twenty meters tall, its trunk protruding from the lake; in a few days, it might truly support the Light God Court—this investment was worthwhile.

Subsequently, a few items from the Osseron Kingdom: Star Blue Pendant, Dark Gold Short Staff, Void Gauze.

These three require testing when time allows, Void Gauze being the most special—his current capability is inadequate to fully comprehend it, so it’s sealed for now.

In one of Audric’s severed hands’ three Space Rings, useful materials, Magic Stone Cards, a few bottles of Magic Potion that Audric hadn’t used were categorized separately.

Additionally, there’s the Level 4 Six-Ring Disc Witchcraft Artifact, stored deep within the ring, awaiting someone to help unseal it later.

After sorting through the gains from the Path of Divine Revelation at his desk, Duke took a squarely cut piece of creamy white letter paper.

The paper was acquired from the Elf Attendant upon leaving Morning Star Manor, supposedly crafted from a certain Silver Leaf Tree sap, carrying a faint woody fragrance.

He felt the material was excellent, now perfect for use.

He wrote slowly, repeatedly considering the phrasing.

The recipient was Cecil Halloween from the Six-Ring Tower’s Magic and Alchemy Technology Department, Level 5 Mage, and Alchemist, who often repaired and identified high-level witchcraft artifacts for the tower’s headquarters.

Unlike Wilkinson, a Magic Potion Master inseparable from his cauldron, Cecil preferred artifact crafting and restriction analysis.

He’d seen an article by Cecil in Six-Ring Tower’s internal catalogs discussing reverse disassembly of Dragon Language Restriction, deeply impressed by its insights on cross-system Rune conflicts.

This time, the Level 4 Six-Ring Disc Witchcraft Artifact acquired from Audric, its restriction left him puzzled, thus naturally thought of Cecil.

He wrote: “Esteemed Master Cecil, I am Duke, a formal member of the Six-Ring Tower’s Seventh District, recently returned from the Path of Divine Revelation. During my trial, I acquired a high-level witchcraft artifact of unknown origin, comprised of six Secret Silver Discs connected by Dragon Language restrictions, beyond my current comprehension. Hearing of your expertise in artifact crafting and restrictions, I’m writing to request a consultation. If convenient, I wish to provide this artifact for your examination. Should you honor me with your involvement, compensation will be accorded per tower policies. Please find attached a description of the artifact’s appearance and restriction fluctuations. I apologize for any improprieties.”

After finishing, Duke read it twice, altered a few hasty words, and transcribed a new copy.

The second copy was more neatly written, with letter spacing seeming to measure by a ruler.

Once the letter dried, he folded it in thirds, placed it in a gray-white envelope.

Duke placed the envelope and a small package of gifts inside a transmission box engraved with the Six-Ring Tower’s emblem, sealed it, and summoned the puppet attendant stationed outside his dormitory, entrusting the wooden box, simply saying “Please ensure delivery to Magic and Alchemy Technology Department, Master Cecil Halloween.”

The puppet attendant nodded, the box closed silently in its grip.

Duke closed the door, returned to the desk, dimmed the lamp a bit.

Now, he awaited—awaited the fifth layer’s ranking calculation, awaited a reply to the letter.

Cecil, as a Level 5 Alchemy Master, wasn’t someone easily invited, nor could he be visited carelessly, only through formal correspondence hoping for approval to meet.