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This was probably the fastest and cheapest plane conquest in the entire Plane Colonization Era: three young mages, piloting a battered mana warship, managed to conquer an entire plane in just three months.
There was no helping it—the Bone Plane’s power level was just too low. The strongest undead creature here was merely a bone dragon, and that battered mana warship wiped it out with a single volley, erasing it from the Bone Plane for good.
Thanks to this miraculous conquest, the three young mages caught the attention of the Ivory Tower’s upper echelons, becoming core members of this powerful faction. After decades of hard work, they eventually joined the Ivory Tower Council and stepped into the true center of power.
Stories like this were common in the pioneering days of the Plane Colonization Era, but for Leon, what happened next was what really mattered. Leon remembered that after the Ivory Tower gained control of the Bone Plane, it truly became one of Northend’s Seven Great Factions, ruling the Dark Highlands for a thousand years and producing a Heavenly Rank mage named Bain.
Moreover, Bain possessed a legendary magical artifact—the infamous Death Tome…
Though the Ivory Tower never disclosed the reason for its rise, anyone with eyes could see that its sudden ascent—after being suppressed by the Caucasus Council for millennia—was closely tied to the discovery of the Bone Plane by those three young mages. It was an open secret at the time.
As the Ivory Tower rose, word of the Bone Plane’s riches spread throughout Northend. Countless people set their sights on this fertile black land. The mage legions stationed there by the Ivory Tower executed scores of trespassers daily, but the lure of instant wealth drew wave after wave of smugglers, who found ways to sneak into the Bone Plane. This frenzy lasted for thousands of years—until Northend’s magic dried up, powerful mages fell one after another, and the once-mighty Ivory Tower faded into history. Only then did the black land finally know peace…
But for now, none of that has happened yet…
Ten thousand years before those three young mages got the coordinates, Leon had already set foot on this fertile black land via the Plane Path left behind by Roger Merlin. This meant the Ivory Tower would never rule the Dark Highlands for a millennium, and Bain would never wield the legendary Death Tome…
However, for Leon, the early arrival of the Bone Plane brought a serious problem.
Conquering the plane would become exceptionally difficult…
Back then, those three young mages from the Ivory Tower managed to conquer the Bone Plane in just three months because they had a battered mana warship.
No matter how battered, it was still a mana warship.
With that battered mana warship, the three young mages swept through the Bone Plane, annihilating a bone dragon with a single volley. But Leon couldn’t do that. The Plane Colonization Era had only just begun, and while mana warships existed, they were nowhere near the world-shattering power they’d have in later years.
What’s more, these mana warships were only in the hands of a handful of dominant factions. Not only did they lack future destructive power, but even if they had it, Leon wouldn’t get his hands on one.
Right now, Leon could only rely on himself…
The only consolation was that Leon still had plenty of time…
If history played out as it should, it would be at least ten thousand years before those three young mages from the Ivory Tower stumbled upon the Bone Plane’s coordinates. Leon had ample time to grow stronger. When he was powerful enough to face a bone dragon head-on, conquering the Bone Plane would be a foregone conclusion.
Until he was strong enough, Leon could only keep a low profile…
The Bone Plane wasn’t off-limits, but once inside, Leon had to stay vigilant. This fertile black land was still quite dangerous for him.
If the number of skeleton warriors exceeded ten, Leon would struggle to handle them—let alone the slumbering bone demon, which was nearly at Magus level. With Leon’s current strength as a ninth-level mage, if he ran into it, his only option would be to flee.
So, even though the black land stretched as far as the eye could see, Leon could only venture near the Plane Path. Only there could he maximize his safety—and if anything went wrong, he could make a quick escape.
Right now, Leon was operating in that area. In the span of ten minutes, he’d taken out over twenty skeleton warriors, earning four pieces of Necrotic Essence.
“Tsk, tsk… This place is filthy rich.” Four pieces of Necrotic Essence—almost the equivalent of four exceptional magical artifacts—and all of it in just ten minutes…
Leon didn’t have much time left. The alchemy array powered by three Abyssal Magic Diamonds could keep the Plane Path open for about thirty minutes. Leon had already wasted ten minutes at the start, and another ten fighting skeleton warriors, leaving him with at most five minutes.
If he wanted any more loot, he’d have to wait for next time…
Leon regretfully pocketed the four pieces of Necrotic Essence. Just as he was about to recite the activation incantation, he suddenly noticed a brief flash of light a few hundred meters away.
"Huh?"
Leon’s heart skipped a beat. This was the Bone Plane—a world of black earth and gleaming white bones. Any flash of light here was far from ordinary…
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Leon stopped reciting the activation incantation and tossed out a Wizard’s Eye, skimming low over the black earth toward the spot where the light had flashed.
What Leon saw next left him stunned…
Through the Wizard’s Eye, Leon saw a dense crowd of skeleton warriors—at least several hundred—gathered around that flickering light. The eerie glow, the gleaming white bones… It was as sinister as it gets.
And at the center of these skeleton warriors was a Nether Iron Vein stretching several hundred meters, exposed on the surface like a slumbering black serpent. The thick death aura formed a hazy mist, obscuring the crimson moonlight and Leon’s sight—no wonder he hadn’t noticed the Nether Iron Vein until now, despite being only a few hundred meters away…
It wasn’t until just now, by sheer chance, that Leon noticed the flash of light.
This discovery left Leon nearly speechless.
A Nether Iron Vein stretching hundreds of meters, completely exposed on the surface—no one would believe it if Leon told them. Normally, Nether Iron Veins are found dozens of meters underground, scattered in small patches. Leon had never even heard of one this massive…
It was terrifying…
You have to understand—magical weapons forged from Nether Iron are naturally imbued with death and frost powers. On the market, even a single piece can fetch tens of thousands of gold coins. And Nether Iron Ore is often accompanied by rare magical gemstones, some worth even more than the ore itself—including Abyssal Magic Diamonds.
A Nether Iron Vein hundreds of meters long could easily equip an army of ten thousand.
After seeing everything through the Wizard’s Eye, Leon didn’t rush in. Instead, he pressed himself against a rock and hid carefully. With hundreds of skeleton warriors nearby, if he startled them, even ten pairs of legs wouldn’t be enough to escape—especially with a bone demon slumbering below, and that one was anything but friendly…
Charging in was out of the question. Hundreds of skeleton warriors plus a bone demon that could wake up at any moment—facing them head-on would require at least Magus-level strength. As a ninth-level mage, Leon would be signing his own death warrant.
Of course, it wasn’t completely hopeless…
Hiding behind the rock, Leon pondered for a moment before releasing another Wizard’s Eye. But this time, once it reached the Nether Iron Vein, he stopped guiding it and instead poured a surge of mana into it, making it behave oddly.
Even though it was no longer connected to Leon, the lingering mana kept it afloat for quite a while.
Of course, it didn’t serve much purpose like this. With the connection severed, Leon couldn’t see anything through the Wizard’s Eye. Now, floating above the Nether Iron Vein, it was just a decoration.
Its only function was to serve as a faint beacon.
And that was exactly what Leon needed.
After abandoning control of the Wizard’s Eye, Leon leaned against the rock and began a lengthy incantation. A ball of fire spun with the mana vortex and, with a boom, shot from Leon’s hand.
The fireball, trailing a long tail of flame, streaked across hundreds of meters and hovered above the Nether Iron Vein in the blink of an eye. Almost simultaneously, Leon uttered the final rune.
Then came a deafening explosion—a massive fireball detonated above the Nether Iron Vein, sending countless tongues of flame raining down…
In an instant, the whole area became a sea of fire.