The Witcher: Elemental Lords

Giant ships, colossal vessels, wizard towers of various levels, along with flying skiffs and mechanical birds, filled the skies in all directions.

This sight stunned Dorre. Was an eighth-level ruin truly worth such a massive scramble?

Ashe surveyed the surroundings and sighed. Observing Dorre's expression, she thought, 'A full belly knows not the pangs of hunger.' This fellow possesses a high-level inheritance; how could he comprehend the struggles of those without one? In most small countries, seventh level is the peak; they likely don't even possess an eighth-level inheritance.

She softly said, "Most of these people are probably here for the eighth-level inheritance. See, there aren't even many seventh-level experts among them."

Dorre was somewhat puzzled. "Surely not? Isn't the highest combat power of humanity currently ninth level? These are, after all, empires; surely they possess at least an eighth or ninth-level inheritance."

Ashe rolled her eyes at him, exasperated. "Ninety-nine percent of empires don't even have an eighth-level inheritance."

Dorre fell silent, seemingly understanding something.

He glanced at Baal, feeling quite grateful. He was benefiting from Lord Baal's favor.

Baal coughed and said, "Don't look at me. I would have died without you. You deserve this. What's the point of inheritance if you don't have a life to enjoy it."

Dorre stopped looking at him and began to ponder. "With so many people, do you think we still need to go in?"

He was carefully observing the area that appeared to be the ruin, utilizing his Eye of the Storm.

Ashe looked at him blankly.

Baal was also observing, and he became puzzled. "The scale of this ruin is quite large, utilizing a small world. And the rules of this small world, based on the protective world rules, actually suggest a very large world. Who knows what's inside? If we go in and compete with these people, we certainly won't have a chance of winning. But we don't need the inheritance. If we can find some natural treasures, that would be even better."

Dorre's Eye of the Storm was also observing.

On the sea surface, multicolored light enveloped a vast area, spanning hundreds of thousands of square meters, resembling a multicolored island reflecting intense light under the sun.

The energy reaction of the multicolored light was indeed extremely powerful, even surpassing ordinary seventh or eighth-level wizardry. Anyone who rushed in at this time would surely meet their demise.

It floated on the sea surface, the light reaction growing stronger and more intense, and the area expanding.

He had considered inheritance, but seeing the surrounding spectacle, he decided against it. Even if he managed to snatch it, he wouldn't have the life to enjoy it. If it truly was a place that hadn't been explored for thousands of years, there would probably be plenty of natural treasures. He only wanted to collect some materials.

"Collecting some materials would be good. It would be best to pluck a Life Tree," Dorre said viciously.

Ashe snorted. "You're ugly, but you have beautiful dreams."

Dorre looked at Ashe's delicate profile, touched his chin, and said, "My face is ugly? Then everyone else can just die?"

Ashe's face flushed slightly, and she stopped talking.

Dorre's face wasn't truly handsome, but combined with his intelligent gaze and immense aura, he gave people an unparalleled sense of security. He wasn't a true heartthrob, but he was the type that grew on you.

The multicolored light manifested on the sea surface, the area growing larger and larger. The surrounding people began to stir, especially after seeing several giant ships arriving in the distance. Other smaller forces slowly began to retreat.

On the vast sea, there were at least nine major forces. Some had large wizard towers standing in mid-air, while others had giant ships, large vessels three to four hundred meters long. There were nine such forces, and countless smaller ones.

Dorre and his companions hid in the distance, not venturing in at all. These large forces definitely had probing wizard formations; he didn't want to expose himself too early.

Judging by the scale today, this ruin was probably truly enormous.

At this moment, Dorre's heart stirred, and he looked back. Ashe followed his gaze.

The people of Ying Country had arrived.

The giant ship slowly sailed across the sea, parting the waves, majestic and awe-inspiring.

On the deck of the giant ship stood a group of people, all high-level warriors and wizards. Dorre even saw the leaders of the Purple Crystal Mercenary Group and the Gloom Orchid Mercenary Group. These were the highest combat powers of Ying Country.

As soon as the people of Ying Country appeared, the surrounding people automatically made way, appearing extremely domineering.

Dorre beckoned, and a small black dot flew from afar, landing on his sleeve.

By now, all of his Xuan Corpse Insects had been recalled, not a single one missing. These Xuan Corpse Insects were also not easy to cultivate, from level one to level five. Losing even one would feel like losing a lot of money.

At this moment, Dorre saw the people on the giant ships begin to communicate. Several major forces shouted across the distance, their voices loud and resounding.

"The esteemed guests from Ying Country have also arrived, truly showing restraint!"

"Anyway, it can't be opened for the time being. Coming early or late is the same. It is said that the ruins of Old Man Shangfeng are very vast, enough for so many of us to enter."

"The Mind Method is what our Lai Country is determined to obtain."

"Heh heh, our Peng Country is also determined to obtain it."

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Several major forces began to engage in a war of words.

Before long, Dorre understood most of the ruin. Before he could speak, Ashe exclaimed in surprise, "I've heard of this Old Man Shangfeng. It is said that he was a very great eighth-level wind-attribute wizard. After reaching the seventh level, he touched the rules and cultivated a very powerful wind-attribute spell, its power comparable to the eighth level. After reaching the eighth level, no one ever saw him again. They thought he had gone to a higher world to seek a higher level, but unexpectedly, he died at sea."

Dorre shook his head. "He may not have necessarily passed away at sea. Perhaps it was just a place where he cultivated. This Old Man Shangfeng was able to find a small world; his mental strength and spatial attainments were very formidable. I estimate he was not far from ninth level or entering the Dao. It's impossible for him to have left this world so quietly."

Baal had a different view.

"Regardless of the world, after reaching a high level, they will seek a higher-level world to find a way to break through. Without becoming a god, one cannot achieve eternal life. This is a truly existing problem. Either become a god in this world, or go to another world, or a nascent world. This is an inevitable outcome."

Ashe looked blank, not knowing what they were talking about. What gods? The highest level in this world is only ninth level. It has been so since ancient times. Where did gods come from?

Dorre explained, "Gods are powerful beings who have mastered the laws."

After ninth level, mastering the laws is the normal way to advance.

Ashe closed her mouth, no longer speaking, silently listening to the man and the dog talking. She felt like she was the one living in the countryside, understanding nothing.

Dorre sighed and said, "Anyway, no matter what, we'll only know once we go in. But the Mind Method is out of the question. These forces are probably here for the Mind Method. We'll just see what natural treasures are inside. I only want some high-level medicinal herbs and ores."