This is a true god-level talent, surpassing any ability Bai Yi has encountered in the white epidemic. Only Luo Ning can be considered a close match for the current Helen.
Once Bai Yi becomes a legend, or when the swordsman no longer requires the blood of nature, his cultivation speed will accelerate significantly.
Bai Yi, still immersed in the mage arts, felt a tingle of arcane energy. In that moment of contemplation, the space around him shimmered. The newcomer was not Metheus but Yuan Tang Difeng, who had reached level 73.
Yuan Tang regarded Bai Yi with complex emotions, his magic gradually enveloping him. "I'll pick you up."
Bai Yi did not resist as the surrounding space shifted rapidly. He sensed that Yuan Tang's spatial skills were superior to his own. While Yuan Tang was not a specialized mage, he gravitated more towards spatial and dimensional magic.
Most mages, unlike Guan Xin—whom Bai Yi had defeated—tended to focus on single elements. Few ventured into specialized disciplines.
Typically, mages mastered multiple elemental magics or functional systems, leading to titles like fire mage, ice mage, or simply mage.
In essence, they were all mages studying magic lines to understand its fundamental nature.
Helen was categorized as a full-system mage rather than a natural mage because he found natural spells like water, fire, wind, and thunder manageable. He also practiced spells related to space, shadow, and other elements.
Essentially, he could learn whatever piqued his interest, earning him the title of master of the entire system.
Bai Yi noted with curiosity that he sensed traces of arcane energy within these high-level beings. However, as he was also studying spatial arcane skills, it didn't come as a complete surprise.
As the space gradually stabilized, a medicinal garden came into view. Metheus was tending to some seedlings with a smile.
He handed a magic shower to Yuan Tang and asked kindly, "What brings you here?"
Bai Yi cut to the chase. "I want to take Diane to Dongwu City, as I promised her."
Click~ Buzz~
A terrible wave of magic erupted nearby. Yuan Tang glanced over with an expressionless face, the broken shower in his hand spilling magic potions across the ground, indicating his unease.
The potions quickly seeped into the soil and were absorbed by the surrounding plants. Within moments, the plants grew at an astonishing rate, only to wither just as quickly.
Metheus frowned. "Be careful. Don't damage your grandfather's medicinal field. It's very valuable."
Magic surged from him to isolate the soil. Exceeding the nutritional standard could kill extraordinary plants, and these materials were precious.
Yuan Tang ignored Metheus, his gaze fixed on Bai Yi with a mix of contemplation and intensity. The atmosphere grew tense as he focused on the white epidemic for a moment, and silence enveloped them.
After about five minutes, Metheus, having evenly distributed the soil throughout the medicinal field, sighed in relief. His expression remained kind and gentle. "What were you saying?"
Bai Yi replied calmly, "The practice remains unchanged; I just want to move the secret world here. I'll supervise her training."
"Is there any difference? You can come here anytime, and it's safer," Metheus countered with a smile.
"If there's no difference, then why not?" Bai Yi's eyes turned scarlet, and the strong natural elements around him began to disintegrate.
Extraordinary plants seemed disturbed by a sudden gust of wind, leaning away from the white epidemic. Some plants that thrived in harsh conditions began to wither and die.
Only by facing legendary evils can one truly understand their horror. Bai Yi's long hair automatically reacted, exuding a grotesque and sinister aura.
Both Metheus and Yuan Tang felt a surge of crisis. Their magic robes glowed in response; a mage could never be unprepared.
A golden-ranked mage typically had no weaknesses, and the solidified magic on their bodies could instill dread in anyone considering an attack.
Bai Yi had not opened his dark side for a long time. His long hair gradually receded, and his eyes returned to normal.
Although his dark side remained evil, it was still easily suppressed by the holy soul. Coupled with the neutralizing influence of the righteous god, the corruption of Bai Yi's soul by the dark side had reduced to about 10%.
Metheus maintained his calm demeanor. "This force is quite fierce. You should exercise caution."
He turned, retrieving some black soil from an unknown dimension to refill the hole he had just excavated.
Then, he produced some vital crystals and buried them at the roots of the wilting plants to save them.
"I have no issues with young people, but moving the world is a challenge."
Bai Yi grinned. "I've developed several impressive weapons recently. One can deal single damage exceeding that of intercontinental missiles, and another is a large-scale lethal weapon with prohibitive power."
Metheus paused, a hint of helplessness in his voice. "I've said I have no issues with young people. You can discuss this matter amongst yourselves."
Bai Yi turned to Yuan Tang, smiling. "Then I'll trouble my brother."
Yuan Tang frowned, casting an unhappy glance at Metheus. The space fluctuations left a mark in the void before his companions vanished.
Bai Yi took his time, retrieving a few jars of wine from the demon dimension. "As a congressman, you can't spend all your time cultivating the land. Here's a gift for our meeting. Someone will deliver more soon."
Metheus sniffed the air, contemplating. "Hmm? Difeng has only existed for 1,500 years; where did this wine come from?"
"There are always ways. After all, I can offer the Federation three worlds; I can handle them myself." As Bai Yi spoke, the power of the demon dimension surged, and he followed the spatial traces to leave.
Metheus stood stunned, glancing at the legendary medicinal field he had cultivated, now reduced to a massive pit, and felt a twinge of helplessness.
"Young people," he muttered, shaking his head. The glow of magic flickered as he began to refill the giant pit with rich, dark soil.
In a small valley, Yuan Tang stood atop the highest peak, gazing at the faint aura of the undead in the deep valley below. "She is not for trading."
"But they always gain something." Bai Yi emerged from the void, sighing helplessly.
"I know; I just dislike it." After a moment's thought, Yuan Tang continued, "Wait a moment; let's talk."
"What do you want to discuss?"
"Don't worry; you're the most suitable person for this." The earth around Yuan Tang began to shift subtly. He paused before adding, "I'm referring to your talent."
Bai Yi took a seat at the stone table opposite Yuan Tang, smiling. "I thought you'd say you used to trouble me."
"That wasn't trouble; that was a matter of life and death. No one can approach the lady of the Difeng family with impure intentions."
Yuan Tang's eyes reflected memories as he poured a pot of wine for both of them, filling the mountain peak with a fragrant aroma.
There was a hint of wistfulness in his tone. "However, those deceived fools don't want the liar to face the consequences. I can't help that, can I?"
A touch of kindness flickered in Bai Yi's eyes. "Maybe she already knows."
Yuan Tang gazed at the sky, raising his glass and drinking deeply. "Well, she probably does."
The two drained their cups, shifting their conversation from Diane to ancient gods, new federal laws, and the development of arcane professions.
Their discussion felt aimless yet enlightening.
As the last of the wine was consumed, a smile appeared on Yuan Tang's face. He stood, and the fluctuations of magic around him intensified, shattering the stone table before him.
"The wine is gone. Let's go. I'll move the secret world to Towu City."
"Will you inform Diane first?"
"No need. It's not that I can't see you. I'm only changing my residence. Diane's maid will bring her things later. You can take them over."
"Understood."
Rumble.
As soon as the words left his mouth, the recently unleashed magic grew even more powerful, causing the entire valley to tremble violently.
Bai Yi felt a hint of helplessness. Did even a pleasant conversation require such force?
He remained silent, observing the ripples of space as if a tapestry were being pulled, sighing inwardly.
The power of a forbidden spell; the pinnacle of gold.
Indeed, they were all monsters—
Meanwhile, outside the distant Solar Federation.
"Your Excellency, our efforts have ended in failure. The reason remains elusive, but—"
A crystal ball floated in the void, held by an elderly man with a weathered face and dark engravings on his forehead.
Before the crystal ball was a thick, sticky darkness resembling black ink, creating an intense visual impact.
"Speak."
A calm voice resonated from the shadows, and the darkness began to compress and coalesce.
The old man's pupils vanished, leaving only the whites of his eyes. He extended his hands, channeling the power of fate into the crystal ball.
Slowly, an image formed within the crystal. A pair of scarlet eyes flickered on the left side, then faded into nothingness, while the right side remained void.
"It bears a resemblance, but I can't confirm it."
The old man lowered his head, his voice trembling slightly, as if fearful of something.
At that moment, the darkness solidified into a human form, revealing white skin as it took shape.
Suddenly, a divine power enveloped the space, causing the old man to tremble.
"I had a premonition—it's not surprising."
Charles's tone was tinged with emotion. A dark throne emerged behind him as he leaned back, appearing relaxed. "Are there any relatives in this area?"
"No, none."
"Well, that's acceptable. Go and rest."
"As you command, Your Excellency. What's next?"
Charles glanced at the old man, who was quickly succumbing to darkness, and smiled. "I can't tolerate betrayal. Even if you rely on God, it's still a challenge."
"You—"
Ding!
A crystal ball fell to the ground, rolling away, and the smile faded from Charles's face.
"White epidemic. Perhaps it's not just about you. It's running far and still attracting trouble."
Charles muttered to himself, absentmindedly gripping the armrest of his dark throne.
About half an hour later, a young human knelt on one knee, excitement palpable in his voice. "Your Excellency, we've completed our preparations. We now hold the northern region!"
"Good. Let's launch a decisive battle against the Sun Federation."
"Yes, Your Excellency." The young man hesitated, confusion crossing his features. "Didn't you say to unite the families from the other three regions?"
"There's no need. They will follow if they wish. You may leave."
"Yes, Your Excellency."
Once the young man departed, Charles fell into thought again, feeling a twinge of helplessness. "Don't rush to start; it's not the same as I predicted at the beginning."
"Well, I know the soul will be delivered to the crown, but I need more strength."
"It doesn't matter if you fail. What you want are rules and souls. There will be plenty of souls after the war, but perhaps not as many as you expect."
"No, no, no, I don't want to rely on the crown's power. An old friend seems to have gifted me something. We must always be courteous, right?"
"Respected Crown, how is the Scarlet Crown? My friends tend to be reckless, but Shia's magic is recovering. Can you recall what the abyss desires?"
"Yes, the sea race is a vast tribe. They can control half of Shia's rivers and mountains. Perhaps I can help the crowns acquire some of the rules left by the sea god; this may also be my friend's purpose."
"Me? I can't assist the crown on two continents simultaneously, but I'm satisfied with dismantling the small world. Shia will recover rapidly."
"If you feel progress is lacking, you can channel more divine power. I will use the divine power of the crown to expedite your arrival."
"Don't be upset; it's just a bit of divine power. With war approaching, aren't souls far more valuable than the divine power consumed by the crown?"
Charles extended his hand, and intense darkness appeared before him, forming a portal.
As he pushed it open, the scene before him shifted dramatically.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
A vast army from the divine kingdom surged forward, their chaotic footsteps echoing deafeningly.
The sun in the sky seemed to dim under the army's overwhelming momentum, shrouded by thick dark clouds.
In front of the endless soldiers stood a row of towering monsters, each over ten meters tall, their eyes filled with a fierce death, their unstable auras intimidating the soldiers behind them.
These monsters controlled the flow of this massive army.
As soon as Charles appeared, he gestured playfully. "Look at these impressive beings in front. They are the creations of some of my friends."
"I've named them Dark Bloom, though the technology is still maturing. As you know, I'm an assassin, not a mage or an alchemist. This is my current limit."
"If this war captures the crown's attention, I hope you will continue to support the divine power to enhance this transformation."
Linglingling.
In the Solar Federation, the sound of wind chimes resonated, interrupting Hurley's prayer.
At the same time, a respectful voice called from outside, "Your Excellency, there's been a disturbance at the border."
"Well, I'm taking a half-day off today. I'm going to draft a new plot. Expect to see significant updates in two days!"