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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.

he closed the book in front of him and carefully put it back in

then stood up and left the

Wizard Apprentice to a Level 3 Wizard Apprentice. His progress in

Scholar, he made no progress at

took the first step into cultivating

decided,

blink of an

out. The black-robed man

date, all twelve of the people who had ambushed him were

blood stained the white

shown their true colors, a joint operation from the Yellow Lotus Academy and the royal family. Well

wish to consolidate all the resources of the kingdom and

sole Fourth Grade Academy?”

Milton murmured to himself.

the first time he had been ambushed and

after him increased from one to two, from two to

dozen people to surround and

idea that a mere student of the

gave him confidence that, within this kingdom, he was invincible,

an illusion. He

at

walked in a certain

Shortly thereafter.

Cheney, it’s time.

aged voice rang out

man with a

then closed Milton’s hand over it with his own aged hand, urging him to hold the

“Master, it’s still early.”

softly, offering no

that the elder in front of him had high expectations

Milton’s words. “It is time. I can trust you

that the person who controls the

saying