Sorcerer: I want to be an Academic Prodigy-Chapter 722 - 668: Warden Alliance Pact - Part 2

Chapter 722 -668: Warden Alliance Pact – Part 2

“We’re all old friends here, so what’s the point of saying such things.”

Ivan met Meg on the third level of the underground. He was the same as always, sincere in his dealings with people.

“Let’s hurry, don’t keep the Ancient Ancestor of Dark Mountain waiting.” Meg led the way, signaling for him to follow quickly.

The person they were meeting this time was quite extraordinary, said to be a Guardian closest to the Mother of All Things, unmatched in strength throughout the entire plane, leaving them no room for negligence.

As for the overall Underworld, there’s a distinct characteristic: the deeper you go, the more intense the darkness, which can suppress the light emitted by the Son of the Sun into increasingly narrower ranges.

The fourth level is dimmer than the third.

The fifth level is dimmer than the fourth.

The sixth level is dimmer than the fifth.

Under Meg’s guidance, they arrived at the sixth level. The surroundings were pitch black, exceptionally oppressive and heavy, even for the two of them who were at the level of thrones, there were many discomforts, as if they had entered a sunless deep-sea cage.

“Ivan, I can’t accompany you any further. It’s your first time here, you must reach the Ancient Ancestor of Dark Mountain by your own strength, it’s the rule.”

Once they reached the sixth level, Meg left him and retreated on his own.

Ivan sensed his surroundings, chose a direction, and moved forward in the dark step by step.

Logically, with his level of strength and strong perception, no matter where he went, it should be impossible to not see things around him, but this place managed to achieve just that.

It was likely a warning!

He understood in his heart that no matter how suppressed, it could not block someone who controlled the Rule Power; the set-up by the other party was likely a warning to the newly appointed thrones: don’t defy me.

No vision.

No sound.

No perception.

Only silence persisted.

In this place, all he had was sharp instinct and mind sense, crossing large distances with each step, not knowing how far he had traveled before he finally stopped.

The surroundings suddenly became bright, and one by one shadows appeared not far ahead, there were quite a number of familiar people among them.

“Ivan Marichardon greets you, offering the highest respect, great Ancient Ancestor of Dark Mountain.”

Ivan glanced past these individuals, hurriedly bowing further ahead.

There stood a pitch-black mountain, so dark that even as sight fell upon it, it was quickly snatched away. This was none other than the Ancient Ancestor of Dark Mountain, an eighth-level ancestor, and arguably the strongest being in the Danaila Plane.

“True King Wizard, no need for so many formalities.”

“That day, I heard your declaration on the throne, your willingness to guard Danaila, which is commendable, now I hope you can follow through.”

With the voice, Ivan was lifted by an inexplicable force.

At the same time, a scroll of ancient voice and appearance drifted down from above, landing lightly in front of him, slowly unfolding to reveal its contents.

The scroll held a covenant—the Danaila Warden Alliance Covenant.

“Ivan will certainly align words with actions.”

Ivan had heard Meg explain along the way that due to the great destructive power of the thrones, easily able to alter the heavens and earth, turning tens of thousands of beings to ash with a flip of a hand, a covenant was needed to restrain them.

As a native being, when the Danaila Plane encountered a crisis, one also needed to step forward.

He had no objections to such a Warden Covenant and, after glancing at its contents, marked it with his imprint.

“You all chat.” The covenant scroll flew back along the black mountain.

Meg had also introduced the character of the Ancient Ancestor of Dark Mountain, who was not fond of appearing, a person of few words, and that mountain was the Ancestor in its true form.

Ivan respectfully acknowledged, saying no more. freёnovelkiss.com

Afterward, he turned to the others, who were there to serve as witnesses, part of the ceremony, all individuals at the levels of throne and above.

Though attendance was optional, nine people showed up for this event.

“True King Wizard, I heard you gave that Barbaric Hammer kid a beating?” One of the tough and rugged giants spoke up as he looked over.

“Iron Sky Venerable, greetings from this sorcerer.” Ivan couldn’t grasp the intent of this giant venerable, logically, the Barbaric Hammer throne wouldn’t spread news of losing face.

“I know that Barbaric Hammer kid’s character. He’s eyeing the hammer in your hand; if he hadn’t lost, he wouldn’t have compromised, haha.”

The Iron Sky Venerable seemed to guess his thoughts and spoke indifferently.

“Iron Sky, that hammer belongs to one of my juniors, tell the Barbaric Hammer throne to give up, if he wants it so much, he can go search in the Dragon Ancient Ruins.” Hearing that, the Dark Night Mother Goddess spoke up.

“Aren’t you making things difficult, the damn place that is the Dragon Ancient Ruins has always been against our giant lineage.” The Iron Sky Venerable said discontentedly.

“You giants waged war on the dragon race, it’s natural for there to be grievances.” The Dark Night Mother Goddess replied.

The ancient dragon race was adept at collecting and refining treasures, and among the Dragon Ancient Ruins, most of the best quality Original Force Treasures left were from the dragon race.

Due to the relationship between the dragon race and the giants, these treasures wouldn’t naturally fall into the hands of the giant lineage.

This resulted in the Dragon Ancient Ruins, which, although located in the Dragon Luo Star Sea and nominally part of the giants’ territory, rarely yielded anything of value for them, leaving them to watch others depart with full hands.

“No need for your reminder.”

The Iron Sky Venerable signaled to the group, taking broad steps away.

“I heard from Jenny that you made a trip to the Dragon Ancient Ruins,” the Dark Night Mother Goddess spoke to Ivan.

“Indeed, just half a year ago.” Ivan nodded.

“Why not bring it out for us all to see?” The Dark Night Mother Goddess said unceremoniously.

“True King Wizard, you’re not going to hide it, are you?” The Sea Mother teased from the side.

The mention from the two drew everyone’s gaze toward Ivan; they had all heard what the Iron Sky Venerable had said earlier. Though the Barbaric Hammer throne had a quirky temperament, his strength was undeniable.

The result being, the Barbaric Hammer throne lost to this sorcerer, likely tied to a treasure brought back from the Dragon Ancient Ruins.

“Nothing much to see.”

Ivan, ever astute, waved the item in his hand briefly before putting it away.

Others only caught a glimpse of a rod; having seen it, they had nothing more to say.

With Meg’s enthusiastic introductions, Ivan made the acquaintance of all present, also gaining an understanding of the overall structure of Danaila, comprising: 1 ancestor, 4 supremes, and 16 thrones.

Among them were the core lineage, giant lineage, deep sea lineage, and beings from other races.

Excluding the Ancient Ancestor of Dark Mountain, the core lineage held the greatest influence.

Honestly, speaking for a major plane, such a power distribution isn’t considered formidable, fortunate that Danaila is adept at defense.

“Remember, that hammer can only belong to Jenny, if you dare covet, I won’t be polite with you.” Before leaving, the Dark Night Mother Goddess emphasized.

——

Ivan looked at her speechlessly; it was just borrowed for once, was he someone who coveted others’ possessions?

He did want to toss the Ten Thousand Dragon Banner in front of the Dark Night Mother Goddess, but wisely refrained, knowing she might recognize it from the Ranking of Dragon Treasures, making it a fruitless endeavor.

Watching others leave one by one, Ivan and Meg were the last to bid farewell to the Ancient Ancestor of Dark Mountain.

“This is a gift from the Mother of All Things to you.” As they hadn’t walked far, suddenly something appeared in Ivan’s hand—a treasure box as dark as ink.

The words of the Ancient Ancestor of Dark Mountain reached his ears, but Meg remained unaware.

“What’s going on?”

“Nothing, nothing, let’s just hurry back.”

By the time Meg glanced back, Ivan had already put away the treasure box.

His expression unchanged, yet his heart heavy, for the Mother of All Things, known for impartiality, wouldn’t give something without reason; to receive something implies an expectation.

Ivan first thought of the sorcerer’s mission, and now, being the first True King Wizard, the mission must naturally fall to him.

Though he had anticipated it, knowing this day would come sooner or later, when the heavy responsibility fell upon him, his mood was still heavy.

Abyss Plane, demon race, a born nemesis, let’s hope it’s within the realm of his capability.