Chapter 904: Advanced priest in front of the Lord of Thunder?
Are you going to advance now?
The Lord of Thunder looked deeply at the youngest disciple. Gretel's shoulders were slightly drawn in, his neck was stiff, and his whole figure seemed to shrink into a ball as much as possible, and it seemed that he would jump up if he was touched.
Why are you so nervous?
Do I still feel that I have been criticized, I have lost face, and I am angry and blaming you?
The Lord of Thunder was half angry and half amused. He lowered his eyes slightly to cover these fleeting thoughts and said calmly:
"Oh, I need to advance. Then let's move here. There was a battle here just now, and the elements are a bit disordered."
Halfway through, the flying carpet had automatically risen and floated into the distance. It passed over one hilltop, two hilltops... and never stopped, as if the teacher was not satisfied with the elemental environment below.
Gretel had been sitting stiffly on the flying carpet, trying hard to expand his perception and choose a place where the elements were more balanced and stable, suitable for his advancement. However, Cerela whispered from the side:
"Don't you need to go to the Mage Tower?"
"Mage Tower? No need." Regarding Cerela, the Lord of Thunder's voice was a little softer and a little more patient:
"To advance from level eight to level nine, you need to face the world directly and resonate with the whole world to the maximum extent. At this time, when you stay in the mage tower, the first thing that resonates with you is the mage tower. What you absorb is also filtered and integrated by the mage tower.
elements, but restricted his path."
"Oh..." The silver dragon girl looked over at Gretel's face, feeling slightly pleased:
"I thought it was far away!"
"Far?"
The Lord of Thunder smiled. It was only a hundred or two hundred miles from here to the royal capital. He would take Gretel and fly at an accelerated speed. It wouldn't take long at all. If he was in a hurry, he took Gretel into his own demiplane and activated the teleportation spell.
It can be crossed in an instant.
If it's still not enough, if Gretel advances in his demiplane, will there be a lack of power to absorb? It's not like Cerela herself has not had the experience of unfolding her true body, swallowing elements for Gretel, and acting as a mage tower element pool.
…
"You don't have to help him this time." Thinking of this, the Lord of Thunder gave an additional instruction:
"It doesn't matter if the time is longer. It's best not to interfere with the resonance with the world. Don't worry, I'll watch. There won't be any problems."
Cerira nodded obediently. Gretel suddenly said:
"I think it's good here."
Um?
The flying carpet stopped. The Lord of Thunder glanced at Gretel in confusion, let go of perception, and turned slightly. In his feeling, the elements on the mountain below were not too abundant, nor were they too active... Of course
, in terms of balance, it’s just so-so.
However, if Grete thinks it’s good, then it’s good.
The flying carpet stopped, and Grete jumped down without the teacher's help. The Feather Falling Technique was activated, and he swayed to the ground and fell into an open space on the top of the mountain. Without thinking, he found a stone and sat on it...
There are twenty or thirty rocks, high and low, large and small, arranged around the open space to form a stone ring.
The Lord of Thunder has been paying attention to Gretel's movements. Seeing this circle of stone rings, he couldn't help but take a deep breath, and then exhaled deeply:
So was Grete’s choice of this place influenced by the Order of the God of Nature?
Is it the aura of the God of Nature that attracts him to this place?
After working on it for a long time, the person he wants to advance to is not a mage, but a priest?
A little funny for a moment, but also a little worried, the Lord of Thunder shook his head and moved the flying carpet back a little further. He landed on the ground and set out the tables, chairs and tea sets on his own, using only his mental strength. Pay attention from afar.
In the middle of the stone ring, soft but clear fluctuations have spread. Like seeds sprouting, like new shoots turning green, like the spring breeze blowing, the mountains and forests are covered with spring clothes one by one.
It was as if he was not the only one, but the entire forest was resonating and growing with him.
"Teacher...this..."
Archmage Baierbo couldn't help but speak. The Lord of Thunder shook his head gently:
"It's okay. Just wait and see."
He sorted out the research, published papers, and things that Grete had done during this period, and pondered it calmly. To be honest, Grete had stayed at Level 8 for quite a long time, which was enough. It’s been more than a year...
Of course, this is quite long, and is compared with Gretel himself. Generally speaking, most magicians stay at this level for seven to eight years, or more than ten years. There are also many people who stay here for their entire lives.
His own direct disciples are generally selected according to the criteria of "prospective to advance to legend". Even so, it is not unusual to wait for five or six years at the eighth to ninth level, depending on accumulation and opportunity.
Of course, the results that Grete achieved in more than a year would have taken several years for anyone else. After enough accumulation, when the time comes to advance, it would not be surprising if something happens.
Just watch!
The Lord of Thunder slowly poured himself half a cup of coffee. With a flick of his hand, he drew out a ball of milk and began to froth the milk. The milk rotated rapidly, creating dense bubbles little by little. Just when he was about to pour it into the coffee, A green leaf swayed and floated into the cup.
The Lord of Thunder stared at the new young leaf and remained silent for a long time. Beside him, Archmage Philby made a sound and laughed:
"It seems that Little Gretel has advanced smoothly!"
The moment Gretel sat down, he had already fallen into meditation, or in other words, into a dialogue with the world. The wind was rustling around him, and the tall oak, beech, and holly shook their dark green leaves, expressing to him welcome;
Below the trees, shrubs about half a man tall are about to wither or shrink in strength, and weeds preparing to survive the winter droop their grass spikes to express respect for the lake.
Birds spread their wings, squirrels jumped, wild mice hurriedly gathered up grains and dived into their holes, centipedes, snakes and insects crawled away in panic under the fallen leaves...
The whole mountain and forest, the whole world, are surrounding and echoing the child of nature.
Grete took a deep breath. He looked around and found a particularly wide and smooth lying cow stone. He lay down on it. He stretched out his limbs and closed his eyes comfortably:
No thoughts, no memories, no thoughts, no thoughts. No thinking about what elements, what nature, or the identity of the traveler, just follow your own intuition, unfold your perceptions, and integrate into the world.
Just like when I was in Aiolan, I fully mobilized the vegetation in the land of inheritance, but there was less anger;
Just like when fighting old Morgan, when fighting the two enemies just now, I blended into nature, listened to the sounds of nature, and lost a little bit of vigilance;
Just like a baby sleeping in its mother's arms, like a fish drifting and swaying with the water waves. Originally, he himself was also a part of the world!
...In the dark, deep, or rather ignorant perception, a little light lit up.
A little glimmer of light. It's like the morning light illuminating the night, and it's like a seed sprouting out. It's soft and tender, but it's tough and strong. It's sprouting, spitting out leaves, pushing through the soil, pushing through rocks...
…
When facing upward, it spreads its leaves to receive sunlight; when facing downward, it stretches its rhizome to absorb rain, dew and minerals. It circulates in the body to build a solid body, rising inch by inch and foot by foot.
Sunlight shines on the ground, bringing energy, temperature, and atmospheric circulation and ocean currents; and atmospheric circulation and ocean currents connect places thousands of miles away.
Just like this year without summer, a volcanic eruption thousands of miles away affected the Kingdom of Kent, the Old World, and at least the New World in the Northern Hemisphere...
When this thought arises, the whole world suddenly expands. From the flowing clouds at the top to the earth's crust below, it is pushed outwards and spreads out far away. In the sky, the clouds roll and relax, the sun rises and sets; underground, everything grows, and the ocean currents are deep.
The maps I have seen in the parliament, every inch of land I have traveled over the years, and the world maps that have been modified under the guidance of Golden Dragon Diamond, piece by piece, quietly emerge in the world of meditation.
reflect, connect
fracture!
Too far!
With my mental power, even with the improvement and blessing of the world's will, I can't cover such a far place!
Gretel promptly broke off the connection with the far distance. She contracted her mind and began to sink into the surrounding world. The shape of every rock, every spray of the stream, every weed, every big tree, the time spent
Many spring, summer, autumn and winter...
The forest is thick and swaying with the wind. The natural breath circulates silently. The oak trees that have shrunk their strength and begun to spend the winter quietly burst out a new green leaf.
Gretel, on the other hand, was immersed in the vast natural breath, letting them infiltrate his limbs and bones, and immersed himself in his own world of meditation.
From the oak stick, from the place of inheritance, and from the mountain forest where he stands now, the wisdom, experience, and perception of the predecessors are endless, resonating with him. In the end, they are mixed into a high and far-reaching thing, as big as a copper bell.
Lu’s question:
"What do you think this world is like? What should it be like?"
"It's like what I know now. Of course, my knowledge of this world is not complete and needs more exploration and research." In the dark, Grete replied in his heart:
"It should be a cyclic, balanced, and healthy world. It should be developed. Only development can solve more problems, and development depends on people's cognition and research..."
The mountains are vast and the world is silent. There is only more natural breath, silently, surrounding Grete. Looking from a distance, the entire mountains are covered with a faint layer of green.
"Good guy, which sect's brother is this, advanced here?"
Suddenly a loud voice sounded in mid-air. A huge goshawk spread its wings and circled back and forth in the sky, with a wingspan of at least two meters.
Suddenly, it converged its wings, rushed down like a shooting star, fell straight to the Lord of Thunder, and turned into an old man with a ruddy face:
"Is he your disciple? Little Gretel? Such a big movement?"
The Lord of Thunder turned his head silently, not wanting to answer a word.
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