Chapter 1225
But the construction of the Sanctuary Tower required far too many steps, the costs were immense, and at that time it was like crossing a river blindfolded—every decision was made one step at a time. Even a Saint-ranked alchemist couldn’t simply produce a full blueprint for the Sanctuary Tower.
For various reasons, the Sanctuary Tower was never fully completed, and the magic of the Northend World began to dry up before its construction could be finished. Work on the Sanctuary Tower had to come to a halt.
Yet even the incomplete Sanctuary Tower managed to protect the Northend World for tens of thousands of years, forcibly delaying its destruction. It wasn’t until the world’s magic was completely exhausted, and no green plant could be seen for ages, that the end finally arrived.
Only when the Sanctuary Tower’s radiance faded completely did the Northend World truly perish.
If the Sanctuary Tower had been completed, would the Northend World have escaped its apocalypse? Would the depletion of magic have been prevented?
If the Sanctuary Tower were built now, while the Northend World was still whole, would its magic never run dry? Would the decline never come?
Leon frowned in deep thought. The knowledge and wisdom he’d inherited were almost all passed down from the most terrifying mages of Northend World’s golden age.
So why did those mages ultimately choose to build the Sanctuary Tower? In their prime, some possessed natural demi-planes—why did they all value the Sanctuary Tower so highly?
Leon rubbed his forehead, steeling himself. He resolved to begin building the Sanctuary Tower early. With his current power, even if he couldn’t reach transcendence, surviving until the world’s magic began to fade would be effortless.
But when that time came, mages of his caliber would be the first affected—in other words, the first to die…
No one can stay indifferent when faced with inevitable death. It’s always wise to have a backup plan…
Especially now, having found a clue to one of the Sanctuary Tower’s core components—the one and only Redpush Core—giving up isn’t an option.
He had to travel to the Odin Kingdom to find the Redpush Core. With it, constructing the Sanctuary Tower would become a bit easier.
Even if he only had a vague idea of how to build it and no blueprint at all, the work had to begin.
With heavy thoughts, Leon returned to the edge of the Mist Rift. Laborde appeared in a flash of silver light, grinning cheekily.
“Hey, Archmage Leon, heading back already? I heard you’re the new Merlin Patriarch. Remember to leave a magical mark here as a coordinate—otherwise, next time you come in, you’ll have to get through the Mist Rift again. When you leave, just sense the Merlin Family’s coordinate at the edge of the Mist Rift and you can open a portal home.”
Leon smiled and nodded, then spat out a rune and left a mark on the outermost mage tower before plunging back into the Mist Rift.
Once Leon entered the Mist Rift, Laborde suddenly slapped his forehead.
“Oh, damn, I forgot Archmage Leon isn’t a Sky Rank mage yet—he doesn’t have the power to open a portal with coordinates. Every time he enters or leaves the Ancestral Grounds, he’ll have to brave the Mist Rift all over again…”