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Chapter 329:
Freya looked down at the crystal on the round table, somewhat surprised. Previously, Jann had shown some disdain for her identity as the Blood Eagle Clan Sorceress, yet after just a few exchanges, he unexpectedly presented her with this gift.
However, when she saw the expression on Old Wizard's face, she felt a slight stir in her heart. She put away the black crystal and spoke earnestly.
"Thank you for your generous assistance. If there is anything you need from me, please feel free to let me know."
Jann said nothing, merely waved his hand lightly.
"Alright, I have told you what you wanted to know. If there is nothing else, I will take my leave. There are indeed very important matters in my laboratory."
"Hehe, of course, let me see you off," Freya replied with a slight smile as she stood up. "Coincidentally, I have some insights regarding the experiment you and Lord Sindan were discussing earlier."
"Oh?" Jann glanced at her but still nodded gently. "Very well then."
The two of them stood up and left the balcony.
At this time, the ball had nearly begun; the originally soothing music gradually became lively. In the dance floor, more than a dozen pairs of men and women were dancing a social dance.
It seemed that even the air was filled with a joyful atmosphere.
Freya and Jann both wore smiles on their faces, their mouths moving as they conversed, yet strangely no sound emerged.
They appeared indifferent to the gazes directed at them from others.
In just a few minutes, the two of them vanished into the crowd of the ball.
Ten minutes later.
Outside the manor, a silver carriage was parked beside a path paved with white stones.
At the driver's seat sat a tall middle-aged man dressed in silver armor, his expression solemn as he remained seated. Beside him was a large sword, easily within reach.
Even without any movement, an invisible pressure emanating from him made it clear that others dared not approach.
At the end of the path, at the entrance of the empty manor, Freya and Jann slowly walked out.
Both of them wore smiles on their faces, especially Jann, whose eyes sparkled as if there was something he was eager to do.
Soon, they arrived in front of the silver carriage.
Upon seeing them approach, the middle-aged man jumped down from the carriage and walked over to Jann, respectfully bowing.
"Sir."
"Mm." Jann waved his hand at him and then turned to Freya with a smile. "I didn't expect Lady Freya to have such insights into the synthesis of Magical Plants. It truly opened my eyes."
"Hehe, I consider myself a half-wizard of Plant Energy and have a great interest in researching Magical Plants," Freya replied modestly. "Moreover, my ideas are based on the inspiration you provided me."
"No need for such humility; I already know that," Jann said, extending his hand and lightly flicking it towards Freya. A beam of green light immediately flew into her hand.
Before long, a strange cube resembling a magic square appeared on her fingertip.
"Feel free to contact me anytime; I can't wait to experiment with your methods."
"Sure." Glancing at the Secret Mark on her fingertip, Freya smiled and nodded. "Safe travels."
"Well then, goodbye." Jann smiled as he turned and boarded the carriage. "Next time, I will visit your manor."
"You're always welcome," Freya waved her hand.
Seeing Jann get on the carriage, the middle-aged man immediately took his seat at the driver's position and gently pulled the reins, causing the carriage to move forward slowly.
Freya stood in place, watching the carriage leave, her previously bright smile gradually fading.
She took out the crystal that contained knowledge of the Hell World. She toyed with it in her hand, a thoughtful expression appearing in her eyes.
After a long while, she put away the crystal and turned to walk back into the manor's ballroom.
...
Three days after the ball.
In the yard of Lakefront Manor, under a trellis woven with vines, Freya sat quietly in the shade of a tree, gazing at the black crystal in her hand.
Her fingers lightly tapped on the table beside her, producing a rhythmic thumping sound.
"I've pretty much understood everything about the Hell World from Starlight Tower. It seems I was indeed reckless last time; the Hell World is much stronger than what is rumored outside."
In the minds of most wizards who have not encountered the concept of the Hell World, it is at best on par with the Wizarding World. Perhaps it is even weaker to some extent.
After all, most creatures in the Hell World lack intelligence and act solely on instinct. While their powers may be peculiar, they are somewhat similar to those of powerful Demonized Creatures.
This is actually true. However, regarding intelligent beings in the Hell World, most wizards still have not delved deeply into understanding them.
According to Starlight Tower's explorations over the years in the Hell World, intelligent species are extremely rare, yet their power is immensely strong.
The weakest among them is equivalent to a Third-Rank Wizard.
The structure of these intelligent beings also differs from that of the Wizarding World; they do not gather in organizations or nations but rather unite as tribes and delineate their ruling territories.
This point is similar to the ancient times of the Wizarding World, where there are both strong and weak factions.
The collaboration with Starlight Tower is with a group called the Underworld Tribe, which belongs to the Humanoid Races. This intelligent race is considered to be at the lower end of the population in Hell World.
However, their strength is still very formidable compared to most Wizard Organizations.
The leader of the Underworld Tribe appeared once during their collaboration. Although his aura was different from that of the Wizarding World, after relevant comparisons, the wizards of Starlight Tower concluded that the leader of the Underworld Tribe likely possessed strength between a Fifth-Level Wizard and a Sixth-Level Wizard.
Such a level of power is something even some large Wizard Organizations would not dare to provoke lightly.
This can be considered a lower-tier force in Hell World, which indicates the terrifying nature of other hellish races.
"The guardian I encountered last time, called the Eye of the River Styx, is probably just a powerful Hell Creature and not an intelligent race. I just don't know what that shadow beside it, which can use crude 'spiritual' messages, really is. Its power seems strange, but thinking back now, it might only be at the level of a Second-Level Wizard."
Freya faintly sensed that the appearance of that guardian monster was related to that shadow.
"Could it be a member stationed by some nearby intelligent race? If so, that could be troublesome."
Her previous plan was still to re-enter Hell World and use the abundant Bloodline Power in the Underworld River to enhance the condensation of her Ancient Inheritance's Second Form, thereby quickly increasing her strength.
However, it seems this plan has also encountered obstacles.
"Nevertheless, intelligent races in Hell World do not completely dominate the entire realm; there must be places that are neglected. I can try to take advantage of such places," Freya murmured thoughtfully.
Although she is at the level of a Second-Level Wizard, her Ancient Inheritance brings her strength close to that of a Third-Rank Wizard. Moreover, due to her Ancient Inheritance, she does not have to wait until she advances to Dawn Wizard like other wizards to explore Hell World.
"However, before that, I should first test that hellish entrance. Although areas similar to World Rifts are rare, if discovered by others, it could still pose a problem."
With this thought in mind, Freya raised her head. The weather this afternoon was quite nice; the azure sky had not a single cloud, and a gentle breeze blew through the air, creating a refreshing feeling.
"Let's go take a look now to avoid any potential issues."
She paused for a moment, and her figure slowly vanished, suddenly a grayish-white cloud appeared in the air.
Three hours later.
In the dark Yule Forest.
A black boot abruptly appeared in the forest, stepping on a patch of crisp dry leaves, making a crunching sound.
Freya turned her head to look at the seemingly identical forest around her, then walked towards the direction of the Secret Mark she had left earlier.
After wandering through the forest for about twenty minutes, Freya emerged from the shadows of the trees into a clearing.
This clearing looked as if it had been plowed; the black soil was turned over, and there were no large trees around, not even a blade of grass.
Freya slowly walked to the center of the clearing, scanning the ground with her gaze, her brow slightly furrowed.
"Sure enough, in the Lost Garden, even my Secret Mark has disappeared. It seems that White is unlikely to appear."
The Lost Garden had a very strange nature; some areas within it were not thoroughly studied even by wizards.
All they knew was that in such regions, almost anything bizarre could happen, and anything could appear.
If one had to compare it to something similar, it would be akin to a world projection.
However, unlike a simple world projection, the projections in the Lost Garden were chaotic and mostly real rather than illusory.
This phenomenon was one of the aspects that puzzled wizards.
Moreover, there were certain requirements for the appearance of the Lost Garden; most often, it required a certain amount of blood or Death Qi and typically manifested at night.
"Then I'll come back to try again tonight."
After a pause, Freya took out a black seed from her waist and threw it to the ground, then turned around and casually walked to a nearby spot.
The black seed quickly burrowed into the soil, and before long, a tender green sprout emerged from the dark earth, with a crystal-like sphere at its center.
It emitted a faint spiritual wave, subtly masking the aura of the land.
As time passed, the bright sky gradually dimmed, the sunset slowly descended, and night once again fell upon the earth.
The already dark forest became even more pitch black.
Occasionally, strange hollow calls could be heard from far away.
Uncertain how much time had passed.
Crack.
The sound of dry branches snapping echoed in the silent forest as Freya, dressed in a white robe, reappeared in the clearing holding a fist-sized red crystal.
A faint smell of blood gradually spread with her arrival, causing a hazy white mist to appear in the clearing.
Standing in the center of the clearing, Freya sensed the aura around her. She glanced down at the red crystal in her hand, her eyes flashing with an inexplicable expression.
"So much blood Death Qi compressed into Bloodline crystallization; I hope it won't go to waste."
As she murmured softly to herself, she suddenly clenched her palm tightly.
With a snap, the red crystal was instantly crushed by her grip, and a large expanse of hazy red mist spread out from Freya's center.
The intensely rich scent of blood caused the surrounding trees to take on an abnormal red hue.
A wisp of twisted smoke seemed to be drawn by the scent of blood, crawling out from the black ground, as if faces were entwined among the trees.
Freya glanced at the smoke, paying it no mind, simply standing still and waiting quietly.
Gradually, the smoke resembling faces gathered more and more, faintly emitting intermittent wails, making the already eerie forest even more terrifying.
As time passed, some translucent white figures slowly appeared.
Their faces were mostly ghastly pale, with pitch-black eyes, floating aimlessly in mid-air, greedily inhaling the smoke that wrapped around the trees.
However, this bizarre phenomenon caused Freya to furrow her brows; she gently tapped her foot on the ground.
"This concentration of Death Qi has attracted these mindless Spirits. The Lost Garden still hasn't appeared; could it be that I've overlooked something?"
After pondering for a moment, she suddenly seemed to recall something. A green light flashed in her eyes as she extended her hand and lightly snapped her fingers.
Snap.
Dense white smoke quickly coalesced in front of her, a damp chill filling the air. The smoke gathered more and more, slowly rising into the sky under Freya's control.
Before long, a mass of lead-gray rain clouds was formed.
With Freya's Bloodline power now, controlling rainfall over an area was no longer a problem.
Soon, fine raindrops began to fall from the sky, moistening and dispersing the surrounding scent of blood as streams of red liquid seeped into the ground.
The land began to twist slowly as blood permeated it, wisps of white mist rising up.
Standing in place, Freya observed this scene with slightly narrowed eyes as a familiar chill crept up her back.
In front of her on the flat ground, a Black Well made of black bricks suddenly appeared before her eyes. Black liquid overflowed from the well's edge, looking somewhat disgusting.
"Well, this Hell's Mouth has actually recovered?"
Freya scanned her surroundings and noticed that although the Black Well had restored itself, the Hell Warden that had appeared alongside it was nowhere to be found, suggesting it was completely dead.
In contemplation, Freya approached the edge of the well and gently sniffed.
"Indeed, it is the water from the Underworld River. Then what if I do this?"
Suddenly, she extended her right hand and plunged it directly into the well. An invisible Force Field rippled from her hand.
The originally calm black liquid immediately began to boil, with large bubbles rising from the well's opening, and deep within the Black Well, a faintly horrific wailing sound emerged.
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