Wizard: Starting from the Skill Tree

"I’m somewhat interested, but the information is currently insufficient, and I don’t want to act rashly." Duke thought for a moment after receiving Vivian’s invitation and replied.

Vivian also had a certain understanding of Duke, and his reaction was within her expectations.

"I have the same concerns as you, and I’m discussing it with Leon and the others."

Vera then shared more information that Duke was unaware of, more detailed, but Duke still decided to wait and observe.

Vera had quite a few people on her side, including Leon, Edmond, and even Morris in the team.

It’s worth mentioning that Edmond was rescued by his clan from the Ancient Fairy Plane and had recuperated for a long time.

Because he missed the year-end assessment, he was ultimately eliminated, which was his own problem, and no one else could be blamed.

However, Edmond eventually entered the Six-Ring Tower through his family’s connections.

They were different from Duke, as they had many paths available to them.

Vera and others were also hesitating about whether to join the first batch of recruits.

In fact, even if they signed up, there’s no guarantee they would be selected. The Six-Ring Tower wouldn’t send those without sufficient strength to their deaths.

Duke didn’t rush to sign up but instead began preparing.

Regardless of whether he goes in the future or not, enhancing his own strength is always the right move.

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A month later.

Duke stood on the barren land of the Light God Court, with a black flame hovering in front of him.

The flame was not large, only the size of a fist, floating quietly in mid-air, without temperature, without light, and even the surrounding air did not ripple because of its presence.

But it existed, and Duke could feel it. His spiritual power just touched the edge of the black flame when he felt a sharp pain, like something was gnawing at his consciousness.

Soul Fire, a Level 2 Forbidden Magic from the Abyssal Plane, releases a black flame, which doesn’t burn objects, doesn’t burn wood, only burns spiritual power and souls.

Once attached, it’s like a persistent ailment, difficult to remove, and the flame will follow the veins of spiritual power, burning the target’s spiritual sea bit by bit to nothingness.

Throughout history, many Wizards have learned this magic, but truly mastering it is rare.

It’s not because the model is too complex but because the cultivation method of this magic is extremely dangerous.

It requires first summoning a wisp of Soul Fire’s flame seed and then wrapping it with one’s spiritual power, taming it, and making it recognize the master.

If successful, one gains the ability to control Soul Fire. If failed, the Soul Fire backfires, using the caster’s spiritual power as fuel, burning all the way to the depths of the soul.

Historical records show cases where the spiritual power was burned to the point of idiocy, where souls were devoured and died on the spot, and those who luckily survived mostly suffered permanent damage to their spiritual sea.

Duke dared not be careless.

He arranged a triple Witch Array in the Divine Court, the first layer for confinement, to prevent the energy of the Soul Fire from leaking; the second layer for isolation, separating the flame seed from external spiritual power fluctuations; and the third layer for emergency, immediately sealing and expelling the flame seed from the Divine Court in case of taming failure.

Even with these three arrays, he was not assured; he also summoned a Giant Divine Soldier beside him.

This was not using the Demon God’s True Demon Descent trait, just a demon god body constructed with ordinary yellow sand, so it did not cost much.

Duke’s plan was clear, if the taming failed, he would control this giant to stand in front of him, using its body to withstand the backlash of the Soul Fire.

The giant lacked a soul, no spiritual sea, so the Soul Fire couldn’t burn it, only attaching to its surface.

At that time, he could simply abandon the giant and escape safely.

Everything was ready, and Duke began to cast magic.

He used no spells or gestures, only slowly circulating the spiritual power along the paths in the magic model.

Dark Elemental Particles gathered from all directions, condensing, compressing, and rotating above his palm.

A few breaths later, a black light point appeared above his palm.

The point of light was tiny, smaller than a sesame seed, but the moment it appeared, Duke felt the surrounding temperature suddenly drop, not due to coldness, but because something was absorbing the heat.

The light point slowly expanded, growing from sesame seed size to a grain size, then to a fingernail size.

Its color deepened, from light black to deep black, then to a pure, non-reflective pitch-black.

Its shape was no longer spherical, starting to squirm irregularly.

This was the black flame Duke faced earlier, the Soul Fire from the Abyssal Plane.

Duke’s spiritual power carefully probed toward the black flame.

Just as it touched the edge of the flame, a violent thought rushed into his consciousness through his spiritual power, hungry, wanting to devour, wanting to burn, wanting everything.

No words, no text, only pure, instinctual desire.

Duke’s spiritual sea trembled violently under the impact of that thought, like an unseen hand stirring it.

He did not retreat, his spiritual power advanced instead of retreating, layer by layer wrapping around the black flame, like wrapping a red-hot iron ball in cloth.

The flame struggled.

It began to burn Duke’s spiritual power, the spiritual power wrapped around it, like something biting it, disappearing bit by bit into the black flame.

Duke didn’t let go, his spiritual power continued to surge, continued to wrap, continued to compress.

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