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Chapter 161: Chapter 126 ‘Sorcerer’s Handbook% ‘Lord of Star-Picking’ and ‘Simulation Ends’ (Please subscribe)

“What a mess.”

In one of the pavilions of the Golden Dynasty Academy, Milton Cheney put down the bound booklet in his hand and sighed in his heart.

The journey of cultivation in the Great Void Realm could only be described as a mess by Milton.

Over the years since he joined the Golden Dynasty Academy, he had read countless books on cultivation techniques from this world and without a

doubt, all were disconnected and fragmentary.

It was hard to imagine that this world had once seen glorious times.

In four years, Milton’s understanding of this world deepened more and more. By now, he knew what the End of Dharma Era meant in this world.

The path ahead was cut off, and countless people looked up at the sky and sighed at this insurmountable barrier, but they were utterly helpless. As Milton pondered, a gentle knock sounded at the door of the pavilion.

“Come in.”

The door was pushed open and a middle-aged man walked in.

“Senior Brother Cheney, people from the Yellow Lotus Academy have arrived.

Master wants you to meet them.”

“I see.”

Milton nodded and responded.

In the Everlasting Spring Nation, there were only two Third Grade Academies, the Golden Dynasty Academy and the Yellow Lotus Academy.

The two academies often exchanged their findings. This time the representatives coming for the exchange were to be received by Milton.

In the four years at the Golden Dynasty Academy, Milton had grown increasingly influential and had become the Senior Brother of his cohort. Naturally, such duties fell on him.

After the middle-aged man left, Milton didn’t immediately follow.

book in front of him and carefully put it

then stood up and

from a Level 2 Wizard Apprentice to a Level 3 Wizard Apprentice. His progress in Meditation Technique was no doubt

a Scholar, he made no progress at all. Milton had yet to take

if he took the first step into cultivating those chaotic methods, it

Milton decided,

the blink of an eye,

swung his hand, and Spiritual Power surged out. The black-robed man in front of him exploded into a

who had ambushed him were

single drop of blood stained the white robe

from

the resources of the kingdom

sole Fourth Grade Academy?”

Milton murmured to himself.

he had

assassins sent after him increased from one to two, from

a dozen people to surround and try

a mere student of the

concentrated Spiritual Power gave him confidence that, within this kingdom, he was invincible, and any

took a step, his body seeming like an illusion.

Academy, he looked at the somewhat deserted academy, but

in

Shortly thereafter.

Cheney, it’s time. Just

voice rang out

moment, an old man with a smile on his

the golden butterfly in his hand into Milton’s palm, and then closed Milton’s hand over it with his own aged hand, urging him

“Master, it’s still early.”

softly,

elder in front of

is time. I can trust you to take care of the Golden

who controls the

not change. After saying this, he