Sorcerer’s Handbook

In the Virtual Realm, within the Distant Sky Domain, the Gospel dream phantom unfolds.

"They managed to seize the Wishflux Inheritance after Godsmithing, inheriting the Wishflux Celestium?"

In a quaint café, the Specter Seer sat perched on a high stool, observing the barista meticulously grind a cup of coffee, its rich aroma mingling with a purple haze.

Beside him stood a diverse group of individuals, some youthful and beautiful, others radiant and handsome, and a few cold and brooding. Yet, at this moment, they all gazed respectfully at the Specter Seer's shoes.

"Sir, here's your hazel mushroom coffee."

The Specter Seer lifted the cup, sipping gently. The coffee lacked any bitterness, instead offering a delightful aftertaste of hazelnut and orange. But more than the flavor, he was attuned to the subtle shifts within his soul.

He discerned that after drinking the coffee, a trace of dull silver had been brushed across his soul entity. The change was so minute that ordinary mortals couldn't perceive it; only someone like the Specter Seer, who retained the Demigod realm of the Soul Sect, could sense this slight alteration.

Most sorcerers view the dream phantom as merely a challenge, focusing solely on exploring affixes. Even those intrigued by the dream within the phantom rarely delve deeper, seldom uncovering its true value.

Only someone like the Specter Seer, who has lived through two lifetimes-or three, counting resurrection-could, through various secrets, realize what he had once overlooked.

In the Specter Seer's era, spirits weren't sustained by mere silver coins; each spirit was incredibly picky, making it nearly impossible for sorcerers to survive independently without organizational support to nourish different spirits.

The Specter Seer chose a path of chaos and destruction partly to eliminate prodigies, but also because he refused to join any organization, yet needed to feed his spirit, thus resorting to relentless violence.

Feeding spirits was an art; basic ingredients could sustain, but advanced ones could trigger autonomous evolution, akin to the essence materials of the Time Continent. Modern sorcerers, though only needing to feed spirits silver coins, have lost the Inheritance of spirit nourishment.

Even if spirits don't consume them, the ingredients persist, leading sorcerers to eventually consume spirit food, even considering it traditional cuisine.

Most sorcerers don't believe consuming spirit ingredients has any effect, as the impact takes years, even decades, to permeate the soul through the body, making it hard to observe directly.

What are spirits? They are beings of knowledge.

If you consume spirit ingredients extensively and consistently, you'll notice heightened sensitivity in certain spellcasting, often able to extrapolate and innovate.

This could be seen as an increase in sorcerer ability, but the Specter Seer believes it's because the sorcerer's soul becomes 'fragrant,' attracting knowledge that favors his essence.

However, the spirit food in each region is influenced by the sorcerers there. Simply put, if there are more Swordmasters in a region, then that area is more likely to produce swordsmanship-related spirit food (which was originally intended to feed spirits). Thus, each region has different spirit foods, which in turn affect the talents of the sorcerers in that area…

The unique feature of the dream phantom is that it allows sorcerers to easily consume spirit foods from all regions, directly through the soul, bypassing the physical body as a middleman, resulting in absorption efficiency that is hundreds or even thousands of times greater. If a sorcerer persists in consuming every dream phantom, within a few years, they can illuminate the talents of all Spellcasting Sects-though this is merely talent, not reaching the level of innate ability.

Like the dull silver hue painted on the Specter Seer's soul by this hazel mushroom coffee, it has unlocked his talent in Gunmanship.

Yet, at this moment, the Specter Seer isn't aiming to illuminate talents; rather, he is using the food to investigate the spellcasting levels of various regions.

"The quality of spirit food in various regions is far superior to what it was in my time… which is only natural, given the passage of years. Spellcasting development is like sawing wood; although sometimes it moves forward and sometimes backward, overall, it progresses in depth."

"The explosive growth of silver sorcerers across all Kingdoms also proves that the threshold for sorcerers is becoming lower."

"But the population ratio of Sanctuary, Golden, and Silver is very peculiar. According to the population ratio from my time, the total number of sanctuary sorcerers should have long surpassed ten thousand… Except for Abyssal Depths and Senlo, which are somewhat normal, other Kingdoms' Sanctuary and Golden do not match the population base of silver sorcerers. Is it due to a lack of wars?"

"Six Nations…"

After pondering the gathered Intelligence, along with some lingering thoughts, the Specter Seer couldn't help but recall the four black-robed sorcerers who created a new deity before him.

After the black-robed sorcerers drove the deity and suddenly vanished in front of everyone, a war erupted in the Dreaming Celestium.

Although the concept of Into Dreams was gone, the Nightmare Inheritance remained an extremely valuable asset-not to mention that the Nightmare still held a Virtual Divinity procedure with a resonance rate exceeding 50%!

However, as the Golden Hall was about to fall, the Nightmare detonated the Virtual Divinity, creating the Illegal Wind!

Although all sorcerers managed to exit the Dreaming Celestium in time, the Illegal Wind was capable of destroying all law-formed entities, directly shattering the Dreaming Celestium on the brink of destruction, leaving not even a fragment behind, completely dissipating into the Distant Sky Domain.

Dreaming Celestium, Nightmare Inheritance, Specter's Inheritance… all gone.

This perfectly aligns with the Nightmare Angel's personality: if he can't have it, then no one else should!

Yet, in the long run, this is actually beneficial for the Virtual Realm.

Because the concept of Into Dreams is gone, and the Dreaming Celestium has assimilated with the Virtual Realm, as long as it undergoes evolution over hundreds or thousands of years, when a new concept of Into Dreams is born, a new Dreaming Celestium-or another form-will naturally emerge.

As long as the Dreaming Celestium isn't stolen into the Celestium, the Virtual Realm will inevitably ensure its 'rebirth.'

Hundreds of years later, sorcerers will become accustomed to the existence of the Dreaming Celestium in the Distant Sky Domain-just as the Specter Seer never imagined the Dreaming Celestium would shatter.

During this period when the Dreaming Celestium was destroyed and hidden, it was actually an anomaly in history. It's just that this period has been so lengthy that everyone is almost considering it as the norm.

In this great battle of Inheritance, the black robe sorcerers were undoubtedly the only winners. The Specter Seers thought their creation of a new deity and journey on the Path of Origin to reach Ruby Mountain was all they had achieved, not realizing this was merely the insignificant first half-the Wishflux Inheritance they snatched in the latter half was far more important than any deity!

Even the Specter Seers, who were once Demigods, felt a heart-wrenching envy towards these people-they had never experienced such a whirlwind of adventures in their lives, not even in a rebirth!

It was as if the Virtual Realm was spoon-feeding them!

Were those black robe sorcerers really experiencing life for the first time? How could they be so inhumane!?

After calming his envy, the Specter Seer exhaled a breath of turbid air and turned to look at the sanctuary sorcerers behind him.

He drew a strange symbol in the air, asking, "Have you seen this symbol before?"

Everyone shook their heads.

"Good, draw this symbol on your clothing, and for the next ten days, expose it as much as possible when you go out, until someone contacts you, then return to the Virtual Realm and inform me."

Now, the primary goal of the Specter Seer was to acquire a physical body. This was easy for him; any of these sanctuaries could serve as his vessel, but once the Spirit Body merged, switching bodies again would come at a great cost-a price he couldn't afford now.

To control these sanctuaries and understand the situation, he consumed several Source Crystals… His existence was now on a countdown.

Thus, he had to choose a suitable Kingdom to hide in.

Blood Moon, Gospel, Stars, Abyssal Depths, Wonderland, Senlo.

Although the environments of each Kingdom were different, none suited the Specter Seer's preferences. He required an extremely chaotic environment, like a world war among the Six Nations, to truly thrive. But now, the Six Nations had somehow isolated themselves…

However, he didn't need to worry because the originals, before their death, had made many preparations for their resurrection plan. His first step was to inherit these heritages.

And his first ace was a secret deal with one of the Four Pillars. This mark was the signal for that trade.

Indeed, the originals' deal with the Four Pillars was set to settle thousands of years later upon resurrection! This was why the Specter Seer wasn't afraid of the Pillars reneging; vested interests were stronger than any promise!

The Specter Seer finished his hazel mushroom coffee, stepped out of the café, and into the fierce sunlight of the Phantom, squinting slightly.

Suddenly, he realized he had forgotten something. Generating several thoughts by consuming some spirit, the Specter Seer quickly remembered-the Blank Concept!

Since he was the sole inheritor of the Specter's Inheritance, the Blank Concept naturally belonged to him, engraved by his wishes. Although it was only a tenth of the Blank Concept, it would still influence the final new laws.

The ultimate wish of the Specter Seer was clearly resurrection, but knowing the journey was long, he also had an interim goal. If the Blank Concept truly listened to his interim goal, the new laws it formed would accelerate the speed of his resurrection.

And transform into a wave sweeping across the world.

"Umm…"

Sonya made a soft sniffling noise, feeling her arm against the cold floor tiles but her head resting on a pillow, slowly opened her eyes, ready to yawn widely-

Hmm!

She immediately closed her mouth, holding back the yawn.

Ashe's sleeping face suddenly entered her view. The proximity of their faces made Sonya feel that even a slightly forceful yawn might cause their noses to touch.

Her head resting on Ashe's arm looked as though she was lying in his embrace. Although they had many intimate contacts before, this classic scene of 'waking up to see you' still made the stretching paw sword saint's heart flutter.

The village girl's eyes darted around, not immediately recalling why this situation had arisen, but what she needed to do was clear-continue pretending to sleep!

Not satisfied with just pretending, she adjusted her position a bit to snuggle in more comfortably and then closed her eyes. However, she soon felt a tickle in her heart, her lips curling up into a stealthy smile, slightly opening her eyes to take a peek-

Hmm?

Was it a delusion, or did Sonya feel like she saw something…

She stared at Ashe for a while, and after several seconds, she saw his eyelashes flutter.

"…"