Chapter 1414
Even if everything goes smoothly, after it's all over, occupying that place will be pointless. The space overlapped by the Undead Plane will become a wasteland for a very long time—at least a thousand years, not a single living thing will appear there. All the original resources will be tainted by the power of death, and in the end, they’ll be fit only for use as death-related materials.
And yet this is something worth fighting over?
Agalon shook his head.
"If things go smoothly this time, Astral Academy stands to gain the most. That overlapping space is extremely unusual—not just a simple spatial collision, but hundreds of kilometers of merged territory, the two spaces fully fused. That sort of thing is impossible under normal circumstances, so there must be something strange at work.
In this situation, severing the space and breaking the connection between the two planes will inevitably trigger the plane’s origin. The Leviathan Realm’s origin won’t submit to being devoured by the Undead Plane.
So when the time comes, the Leviathan Realm’s origin will be drawn forth, and the alchemist presiding over the Hexagram Formation will receive a trace of the Leviathan Realm’s origin power…"
At this, Leon’s expression instantly turned solemn—he understood the real reason behind all of this.
A plane’s origin power, and one that’s willingly offered at that—this is a rare tonic for a Saint Alchemist. It’s something that can directly fuel a Saint Alchemist’s creative power, and might even be the only thing capable of doing so.
Forcibly seizing plane origin can never achieve the same effect. For a Saint Alchemist, this is an opportunity that comes once in an age. Even if the boost isn’t huge, it’s still far faster than slowly comprehending and slowly improving on your own—it could save a thousand years of effort, at least.
For any alchemist on the verge of sainthood, this is an opportunity that absolutely cannot be missed. With one spot vacant, another had to be chosen—someone who’s surpassed the limits of a Worldshaper and is already brushing up against the threshold of becoming a Saint Alchemist.
None of the previous candidates were qualified because they simply couldn’t complete the final task. Savi was the best among them, the closest to becoming a Saint Alchemist. If Savi got the spot, she might achieve sainthood in the Leviathan Realm.
But the matter of the Undead Plane is far too crucial to be handled carelessly. If Leon becomes a Saint Alchemist, naturally he’ll be chosen—it’s the safest option, with no flaws or risks.
But all the benefits will go to Leon…
Now Leon finally understood why Savi was staring at him with red eyes—her anger and frustration were only natural. It was as if he’d killed her father. Leon wasn’t surprised at all. This was a chance to become a Saint Alchemist, maybe a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity…
But Leon also caught the deeper meaning behind Agalon’s words—and that was the truly important part.
Every living being in Northend World carries the world’s origin mark on their soul. No matter where they go, that mark can never be erased, because it’s part of the soul itself.
Mages from Northend World can never stay too long in other planes because of that mark. The stronger they are, the greater the restriction.
The more powerful a being is, the harsher the rejection they’ll face in other worlds, and that force only grows stronger with time.
Creatures below the Sky Rank are barely affected by this— the weaker you are, the less it matters.
Back in the day, any race from Northend World that left it was essentially exiled. It wasn’t because the new environment was terrible, but because of the world’s mark.
Exiled races were doomed to decline. The strongest among them, once outside Northend World, would only grow weaker unless they could adapt.
Those who managed to adapt to other planes were always the weak ones. Only through generations of reproduction could a race slowly adjust to a new plane, but such decline is almost impossible to reverse.
Take the Blood Elves of the Netherworld, for example—they got absurdly lucky, stumbling upon the Void Blood Pool left behind by the Seventy-Third Deity. Only with its power did they manage to rise up; for most exiled races, it’s nearly impossible to produce a Sky Rank.
Dark Elves are the same—it’s almost impossible for them to produce a Sky Rank, even after all these years.
In the future, all of Northend World’s top powerhouses will die out from this decline, destroyed alongside the world’s own weakening. No one can remove the mark of the world.
But now, there’s a way to gain the origin mark of another world—if the plane willingly bestows it. That means, even if Northend World is destroyed, those with the Leviathan Realm’s mark can keep living there!
Thinking about all this, Leon felt conflicted. He finally understood why Agalon wanted to introduce him as his disciple to everyone this time.
It’s all because of this. Even just the benefits mentioned earlier would make people fight to the death for a chance. If there weren’t only five Saint Alchemists left in Northend World—no way to contact the others who’ve vanished into different planes—there wouldn’t even be this competition.
This contest doesn’t really mean much, because from the start, the spot was always going to go to either Savi or Leon…
Based on previous estimates, both Leon and Savi are at the peak of Worldshaper level—maybe even beyond it. Unless a true Saint Alchemist appears, neither Agalon nor Alonzo would ever give that spot to anyone else.
Everyone’s got their biases—the Lionheart King knows it, the Forest Elf King knows it. As long as it doesn’t mess up the bigger picture, it’s better to give the spot to your own disciple than to someone else.
If Agalon hadn’t prepared so much groundwork, and if Leon hadn’t achieved sainthood right then and there, the spot would’ve gone to Savi no matter what—regardless of whether Leon’s alchemical work was better than hers.
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Leon felt a twinge of sourness in his heart. Agalon really was treating him like a true protégé, not just the successor to Astral Academy.
But there’s nothing Leon could say about it. He’d already made several worst-case scenario plans ahead of time, and compared to those, this one wasn’t such a bad outcome.
If they really can’t stop Northend World’s destruction, then surviving in the Leviathan Realm is still better than going down with Northend.
Agalon left. Leon stood quietly atop Agalon’s little hill, making a silent decision.
The Sanctuary Tower will be built within Astral Academy. There were plans to build it in the Andalusia Kingdom, since that place is easiest to control. The Andalusia royal family wouldn’t dare cross the Merlin Family now.
The Merlin Family once produced Thornton Merlin—he hasn’t appeared in years, but no one knows if he’s really gone. Now there’s Matthew Merlin, even scarier than Thornton in his day, and the younger generation is full of prodigies. Their position for the next thousand years is basically unshakable.