The group followed the two demigod attendants, Sylvie and Aurora, leaving the land where teachings were given. Other wizards wanted to follow but didn't dare.
Here were ancient existences of the wizard world, not to mention demigod-level attendants.
Sylvie's eyes swept across.
Rustle.
Suddenly, a bionic flesh spaceship morphed out, flapping its wings, carrying everyone aboard.
The group realized just how convenient being a demigod was.
"Don't envy; a demigod is just the beginning, a general term, with several major realms within it."
Sylvie said, "However, it's not demigods that are convenient; it's I who is convenient... For wizards like you, you can only morph into your own kind, not as convenient as I am."
Sylvie is a mechanical princess, the ancestor of bionic beings.
And what are bionic beings?
Butlers, auxiliary police, maids, various mechanical professions.
