Chapter 686: The Lucky One
For a Primordial Deity, resurrection requires far more than just bones. Nearly every part of a god-demon's body is indispensable—especially when it comes to the act of revival. Miss even a single crucial organ, and the idea of resurrection becomes a joke, not even remotely possible.
Leon had known this for a long time. He never cared where the rest of Constantine's body ended up; all he needed was Constantine's Skull.
With Constantine's Skull in hand, the final piece of the Archmage stage puzzle would be complete!
That’s the most perfect scenario imaginable. As long as he fuses with Constantine's Skull, he could immediately advance to Title Archmage. And in the Title Archmage stage, the road ahead would be nothing but smooth.
Besides, Leon knew another reason why Constantine’s resurrection was a farce: during the magical golden age, Constantine's Dominion was forcibly breached...
Back in the magical golden age of Northend, when a God-Demon Dominion was discovered and forcibly broken into, it meant those locust-like mages would strip it bare, leaving not a single valuable thing behind.
Some ancient texts even recorded these events with a distinct air of disdain.
Back then, some mages would go all out in the God-Demon Dominion just for a single leaf from the Tree of Wisdom.
Anything of value here was taken away. If not for the sheer enormity of the Tree of Wisdom, those powerful mages might even have tried to haul the whole thing off.
Unfortunately, amid all this chaos, Constantine the Sage's Skull vanished without a trace. No one ever found Constantine's Skull.
That skull—hailed as the origin of all wisdom—was coveted by every powerful spell, no matter how mighty.
The search for that missing skull sparked wars between several top mage towers, lasting over a decade. Even after the fighting stopped, they remained mortal enemies.
It was during such times that one man suddenly rose to prominence.
His name was Casor. Before his meteoric rise, he was considered thoroughly untalented.
Born into an ordinary family, he worked hard but was held back by terrible luck, stumbling through life again and again.
As a magic apprentice, he accidentally ingested a potion that depleted his mana, dropping him from ninth-level apprentice all the way down to first-level.
As a mage, lacking any decent meditation methods, his progress was agonizingly slow. It took him over a decade just to advance from mage to Grand Mage—a feat so pathetic in the magical golden age, he was the definition of hopeless.
As a Grand Mage, he suffered a serious injury that left him with lasting side effects, causing him to stagnate at that rank for more than twenty years.
After finally breaking through to Archmage, he thought his suffering was over—only to lose much of his vitality during a ruin exploration.
After a lifetime of hardship and misfortune, Casor finally advanced to Title Archmage at the very end of his days.
But it hardly mattered anymore. With most of his vitality gone, Casor was like a withered old man, ready to fall into eternal sleep at any moment.
It took him more than a hundred years to break through to Title Archmage. In the magical golden age, anyone would say he was truly lacking in talent.
In those days, Title Archmages were everywhere—you could pull one off the street at random. Naturally, someone like Casor was utterly unremarkable... painfully so.
At the very end, after a lifetime without a single moment of despair or surrender, Casor finally accepted his fate and set out on one last adventure.
His destination? The thoroughly looted Constantine's Dominion...
Casor didn’t expect to survive—he intended to spend his final days resting in Constantine's Dominion.
But unexpectedly, tucked away in a crevice of the Tree of Wisdom, he stumbled upon a skull...
It was none other than Constantine the Sage's Skull!
After fusing with Constantine's Skull, Casor finally experienced the first true explosion of his life.
In just seven days, he advanced to Second Rank Title Archmage; within a month, he reached Third Rank; five years later, Fifth Rank; and in twenty years, he became a Ninth Rank Title Archmage.
Ever since Casor’s meteoric rise, he never had an ordinary title of his own. But he did earn one universally acknowledged special title: Invincible Below Sky Rank!
When Casor broke through to Sky Rank, he was unstoppable—charging ahead to become the brightest mage of his era, eventually reaching the level of legends like Sandru and Charlie.
After becoming the strongest mage in Northend World, Casor ruled for a full millennium. Then, after a thousand years, he vanished into the Endless Planes—never to be seen again...
Leon had thoroughly researched Casor’s story. The first time he read it, he thought it was just a load of nonsense from some fictional biography.
But after verifying it in several ancient texts, he finally had to admit it was real.
This guy spent all his luck on one thing—finding Constantine's Skull.
Because of that, Casor became known as the greatest lucky one in Northend history.
Whenever Leon thought about it, he couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of regret—Casor’s early life was just too miserable, not a single stroke of luck to be found.
His foundation was abysmal, his arcane sigils third-rate, his meditation methods even worse. He got Constantine's Skull, but only after his roots were set.
It was, without question, a tremendous regret.
Even so, Casor still achieved one of Northend’s rarest and greatest accomplishments—all because he found Constantine's Skull.
If Casor’s foundation hadn’t been so poor, his achievements would have far surpassed ruling Northend World for a thousand years.
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This is the biggest reason Leon covets Constantine's Skull—and why he’s suppressing his own breakthrough, insisting on fusing with Constantine's Skull before advancing to Title Archmage.
Breaking through to Title Archmage means your foundation is fully set!
As long as you haven’t reached Title Archmage, everything you do can still strengthen your foundation. At this stage, fusing Constantine's Skull would make your roots terrifyingly strong—unprecedented, even.
Add to that the most powerful Mana Harness and arcane sigils ever seen in Northend World—even up to its destruction.
Unprecedentedly, three core meditation methods—two of which even have sixteen core formulas!
You should know, even in Northend World's final days, there was only one meditation method with sixteen core formulas!
With a foundation this strong—unmatched in all of history—combined with Constantine's Skull, even Leon couldn’t imagine the results...
Right now, the only thing that matters is reaching the top of the Tree of Wisdom and getting Constantine's Skull...
A group of people climbed along the branches of the Tree of Wisdom, always upward. But the branches were so thick, they felt like vertical continents. Everyone had to use magic to keep climbing, all while staying alert for danger.
The Tree of Wisdom was just too enormous. It took half a month for everyone to reach the canopy—and that was only because the Dauntless had crashed into the God-Demon Dominion at a very high point.
Entering the canopy, all they saw were vast expanses of leaves—each one hundreds or even thousands of meters across. Some were even two or three thousand meters wide.
Other plants grew atop those leaves, each patch like a tiny continent.
The higher they climbed, the denser the leaves became—layer upon layer, forming continents that stretched for miles, even hundreds of miles.
There was no way to break through the leaves and climb straight up. All they could do was search for gaps between the leaves.
Another half month passed. Looking up, it seemed there were still countless layers of leaves stacked into continents overhead—no sign of the canopy’s top anywhere.
Finally, they found a gap and climbed onto a leaf-continent stretching forty or fifty miles.
What greeted them was a shadowy forest, every tree towering ten meters or more. The dense canopy shrouded everything in darkness, with only a few glowing plants casting faint light.
Leon waved his hand, releasing a dozen Wizard's Eyes into the forest. In such a silent place, who knew what might be lurking within?
The Wizard's Eyes swept through the forest but found nothing unusual. Leon, ever cautious, summoned ten Fire Elementals—both to light the way and to act as cannon fodder, probing for dangers the Wizard's Eyes couldn’t spot.
Only after confirming there was nothing special did Leon lead everyone into the forest. At the edge, he used Eagle's Eye and spotted a fissure ten miles ahead—another path upward through the leaf-continents.
The quiet forest made everyone uneasy. Every time they encountered such eerie silence, some unknown danger was sure to follow.
Leon sent the Fire Elementals ahead, while a dozen Wizard's Eyes scouted a hundred meters in every direction.
After ten minutes of walking, Leon suddenly stopped and began chanting a rapid spell.
Streams of water appeared out of thin air, swirling wildly before forming a bowl-shaped barrier around everyone.
The next moment, countless firefly-like lights flared ahead. In the blink of an eye, they saw a torrent of at least four or five hundred spells mixed together.
Wind Blades, Fireballs, Ice Spikes, Earth Spears...
A surge of spells tore through the air, roaring toward Leon and the others. In an instant, hundreds of spells collided with the swirling water barrier, unleashing a tidal wave of magical energy that exploded through the forest.