Chapter 1241
First, he needed to reach the coordinates—recovering the Redpush Core was the true objective.
This is hard-earned wisdom, proven by the blood of countless mages: after being cursed, whether or not you notice any hidden wounds, you must treat them all the same.
But Leon traveled even faster now—each stride covered dozens of meters, the air itself parting for him. He moved like a phantom, swift and silent, not even stirring a breeze.
That meant a breakthrough to the Heavenly Tier was near. If I seized the opportunity soon, I could break through directly. And the best way to do that was to find the moment in the heat of battle.
Having found the method to break through to the Heavenly Tier and shatter my flawless foundation, I felt today’s battle was worth it. But it wasn’t over—almost getting cursed to death? I’m not exactly known for my patience…
This potion could only be made by a creator at the peak of their craft—a true rebirth elixir. If swallowed directly, anything but the heart and brain could regenerate anew.
And if it’s prepared as a basin of medicinal liquid instead, it has another use: nurturing body and soul. Any loss of vitality can be perfectly restored, and after such care, the body becomes even more flawless than before.
It could even nurture the soul, making it feel as if reborn in the womb—purer, stronger.
After returning from the Endless Abyss, Leon was already able to craft this potion, since the final rare ingredients were found there.
Everything here was just too ordinary. No resources, no magical beasts—an eighteenth-level Saber Tiger was the strongest creature within ten kilometers.
If something is flawless, it doesn’t need repair. Without damage, there’s nothing to fix.
He prepared a crystal barrel filled with the purest magic water from his demi-plane, then poured the potion in. Instantly, the water began to boil, turning into a thick, blood-like liquid.
Such places were wastelands. Over time, though, dense vegetation would absorb mana from the air and gradually produce mana-infused materials.
But here, Leon frowned. The vegetation was thick, yet mana-infused plants were pitifully few—and those present were all low-grade.
Three hours later, the liquid in the crystal barrel had turned pale gray. Leon emerged, his half-white hair restored to black, his whole body radiating a newborn’s vibrant vitality.
Leon released mana to probe the area, weaving runes into the air and earth, sweeping every inch in a methodical search.
If anything was hidden here, it would be found. Yet after five hours, Leon hadn’t uncovered a single clue—no trace of a pocket plane, no ruins, nothing concealed at all...
He had no idea how long he’d be stuck at the peak of Ninth Rank, Title Magus, but now, seeing hope, Leon’s mood improved considerably.
Leaving the alchemy lab, Leon teleported to the Mana Lake and saw the Songblood Bloom’s flowers slowly opening. The moment they bloomed, they withered just as quickly. Three blood-red seeds, wrapped inside the petals, absorbed the last of the flower’s strength. The crimson faded, leaving three dull gray seeds—nothing remarkable about them at all.
The Songblood Bloom’s branches and leaves turned blood-red in an instant, the scarlet spreading from the underside to the top, staining the green. All eighteen leaves became crimson, each one etched with runes of varying hues.
Leon pocketed the three seeds and planted them by the Mana Lake, then gathered the eighteen leaves of the Songblood Bloom, letting out a quiet sigh.
If the Songblood Bloom had matured earlier and been made into a Weeping Anthem Elixir, maybe that bastard Lafayette would’ve been finished today.
Then again, Astral Academy probably wouldn’t have let him kill Lafayette inside their walls. If that had happened, he wouldn’t have discovered the way to break through to the Heavenly Tier today.
Finding the breakthrough method is what matters most. As for Lafayette, there’ll be plenty of chances later. Once I reach the Heavenly Tier and master transcendent power, his curses won’t break through my defenses so easily.
With the Songblood Bloom now made into a potion, the three freshly planted seeds by the Mana Lake were already growing in vitality. Sprouting was just a matter of time.
By the Mana Lake, there’s more than enough mana for the Songblood Bloom to thrive—there’s no way they won’t sprout.
This whole ordeal was a wake-up call for Leon. Not only did he prepare a spare Weeping Anthem Elixir, he also sorted through all his recent gains. Everything was checked and organized—who knows when some overlooked item might save his life.
Once healed, Leon set out alone. There was still nearly a week before the Astral Academy’s gathering, and the coordinates he'd deduced from that strange letter back at the Merlin Family weren’t far from Neverwinter City.
First, he had to find the location marked by those coordinates—recovering the Redpush Core was the real priority.
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Leaving Astral Academy, Leon’s magical aura and life force faded instantly. Unless you were looking straight at him, you’d never spot his trail.
Leon hadn’t been gone long before some people started tracking his movements, but within an hour, every one of them lost his trail.
Shaking off all pursuers, Leon reached the location marked by the coordinates by nightfall.
It looked entirely ordinary: just a regular mountain range, not high or low, densely wooded but lacking rare plants or valuable minerals. Even the magical beasts were scarce and low-level.
Leon frowned at the mountains, flying across dozens of kilometers, but still couldn’t spot anything unusual.
After repeated checks, he finally pinpointed a five-kilometer patch within the mountains—the exact place marked by the coordinates.
Within the five-kilometer area, there were only two nearby peaks, both bare granite, with hardly any plant life.
Leon spent three or four hours investigating the two peaks, but found nothing unusual. He expanded his search outward, sweeping the surroundings, but still came up empty.
Everything here was just too ordinary. No resources, no magical beasts—an eighteenth-level Saber Tiger was the strongest creature for ten kilometers around.
There weren’t even any human towns for dozens of kilometers. According to the maps of the Odin Kingdom, this was a place of no value to mages. For ordinary people, though, the game and bounty were plentiful—but they lacked the strength to exploit it.
In the Northend World, most places were like this—lacking any resources useful to mages.
Such places were wastelands. Over time, though, dense vegetation would absorb mana from the air and eventually produce magical materials.
But here, Leon frowned. The vegetation was thick, yet plants containing mana were pitifully few—and those that did were low-grade.
Even the mana here was normal—slightly less than in some rich places, but not so poor as to explain the lack.
Leon released mana to sense the area, casting runes into the air and ground, sweeping every inch in a carpet search.
Anything here would be found, yet after five hours, Leon hadn’t uncovered a single clue. No traces of a pocket plane, no ruins, nothing hidden at all…
Dawn broke, sunlight piercing the darkness from the east with unstoppable force. The angle of the morning rays shifted as the sun rose.
Slowly, as the sun barely peeked over the horizon, the angle of the blazing light shifted again. The rays passed through the gap between the two peaks, first skimming the right side of the first mountain, then the left side of the second.
The sunlight that managed to touch both peaks at once dwindled as the sun rose, until only a narrow beam, a few meters wide, shone through.
The angle of the light slanted, illuminating the forest Leon had found strange but couldn’t pinpoint why. Suddenly, a phantom gate appeared among the trees.
The runes Leon had laid out instantly detected the anomaly.
Amid the dense forest, a phantom gate just over three meters tall stood on the ground. It didn’t affect the surrounding light at all—the rays and shadows passed right through it, and only a faint magical ripple appeared.
The monitoring runes Leon had set up in the forest immediately detected something was off.
Flying into the forest, Leon examined the ancient gate with a furrowed brow. It was battered and cracked, many carvings worn away, vines and moss growing on the lintel. If not for its phantom nature, Leon wouldn’t have thought anything of it.
Glancing back at the shifting sunlight, Leon suddenly understood—the ancient stone gate was the entrance to a ruin.
It wasn’t that the entrance couldn’t be found before, but that it didn’t exist at all until the dawn’s rays shone here.
This technique was especially popular among powerful figures in the late Nesser Dynasty and the Third Dynasty, particularly for concealing secret ruins.
Sometimes it’s moonlight, sometimes sunlight—only at special angles or times, when the light hits just right, does the entrance to the ruin appear. Until those conditions are met, the ruin is completely sealed, with no entrance at all.
The conditions for the entrance to appear are a combination of the ruin’s own settings and external factors. Only when both are satisfied does it manifest.
Having found the entrance, Leon waited quietly. Half an hour later, the beam passing between the peaks slowly shifted, finally illuminating the top of the phantom stone gate.
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Suddenly, the round stone atop the gate seemed to turn crystalline, absorbing the dawn’s power. The light rippled outward like water, spreading across the entire gate.
Within seconds, the gate solidified, turning from a phantom into real stone. A faint magical ripple shimmered on its surface.
Leon chanted rapidly, sending rule runes into the gate. Moments later, a halo appeared at its empty center—a spinning film of light covered the gate, and a distinct aura seeped out from behind it.
Carefully raising a shield and summoning a rock golem to scout ahead, Leon followed it inside.
For Leon, unlocking this kind of ruin gate was far too easy—he didn’t need to know the secret code, just the basic mechanism was enough to open it effortlessly.