Wizard: Starting from the Skill Tree

When those dark red patterns covered about one-tenth of the surface of the Spiritual Power Crystal, Duke sensed that a critical node had arrived.

He quickly picked up the second Magic Potion, the Pupil of the Rule Horizon, uncorked it, and drank the tri-color gradient liquid in one gulp.

This time, the potion’s effect was not warm nor cool, but a kind of extreme clarity.

Duke felt his perception being stretched to a dimension far beyond normal levels, the once blurry echoes of rules became clear, and the rule threads that once required repeated collisions to barely capture became as distinct as blood vessels; he could see the internal structure of the cluster of crimson light.

It was a tree, not a real tree, but a tree-like structure woven from rule threads, extending numerous slender branches from the core of the light, each branch gently trembling in the air, as if waiting for something.

Duke restrained, compressed, and condensed his Spiritual Power into its purest form, then probed this bundle of Spiritual Power towards the end of the thickest branch of the Tree of Rules.

The moment the tip of his Spiritual Power touched the branch, Duke’s whole body trembled violently.

He felt his consciousness pulled out of his body, pulled out of the grassland, pulled out of the artificial sky, to a place indescribable by three-dimensional spatial coordinates.

He saw the rules, not just a single item like Flame Rules, but a corner of the entire Wizard Plane’s rule network unfolded before him.

Countless rule threads extended from the depths of the Plane, woven into a giant network covering the entire Plane, each thread vibrating at different frequencies — Fire Attribute Rules, Water Attribute Rules, Gravity Rules, Life Rules, Death Rules, Spatial Rules...

Countless rules simultaneously existed on this network, unimpeded, yet interconnected.

And the bundle of Spiritual Power he had just probed was now resting on the thread belonging to Flame Rules in this giant network, like a baby who has just learned to crawl placing its hand at the edge of a roaring river.

Rule Baptism officially began.

Duke’s Spiritual Sea at this moment was counter-infused with the power of Fire Attribute Rules along the link.

The dark red Rule Power gushed into the Spiritual Sea like a flood breaking through a dam, impacting the Six-Element Compound Spiritual Crystal, and the light net of the Star Sea Sheltering Dew emitted a dazzling silver-white glow under the impact, tightly encasing every force-bearing surface of the Spiritual Power Crystal.

For caution’s sake, Duke drank another bottle of Star Sea Sheltering Dew.

The Spiritual Power Crystal began to slowly transform under the wash of the Rule Power, not transforming destructively, but undergoing a metamorphosis.

The dark red patterns permeated from the crystal’s surface to its interior, with each layer of penetration tightening the structure of the Spiritual Power Crystal.

At the same time, his body also underwent Rule Baptism in synchronization.

The Level 3 Body began to undergo qualitative changes under the infiltration of Rule Power. The density of the bones increased, the toughness of muscle fibers improved, and the Magic Circulation pathways were widened more than double under the wash of Rule Power, every cell greedily absorbing the rule residues overflowing from the Spiritual Sea like parched land finally welcoming the rainy season.

And his consciousness was drawn into another dimension at this moment.

Duke opened his eyes, or rather, he opened his eyes on the level of consciousness, finding himself standing in a wheat field.

The golden waves of wheat surged in the summer’s hot winds, the heavy wheat ears drooped, the stalks made a rustling sound as the wind bent them, and the air was filled with the dry and sweet scent of wheat stalks baked by the sun.

On the horizon in the distance stood a row of low farmhouses, chimneys emitting fine smoke, and further beyond was the outline of gray-blue mountains, blurred at the edges by the afternoon heat haze.

He recognized this wheat field, Yining Village’s wheat field.

The most remote and barren corner of Earl Hardy’s Territory, also the starting point of his journey into this world.

Then he saw himself, a thin boy dressed in coarse linen, bent over, holding a sickle taller than himself, slowly cutting the wheat in the field.

Sweat dripped from his forehead, hitting the cracked land and evaporating instantly without a trace.

The boy’s hands were calloused, his face dusty, but his eyes were bright, the kind of brightness that hadn’t yet been completely worn down by life.

The scenes began to accelerate.

He saw himself at Nightingale’s camp touching the long sword for the first time, saw himself escorting Vivian across leaf-strewn forest paths, saw himself standing before Black Sail’s Teleportation Array setting foot on the West Coast for the first time, saw himself at the Divine Statue of Light in Azure Vault City within the Oracle Plane for the first time, saw scenes from his year-end assessment at the Six-Ring Tower...

Each scene was as vivid as if it had just happened, each piece of memory retrieved under the stimulation of Rule Baptism without any omission.

Then the scene changed.

Duke saw a world he thought he had long forgotten.

Concrete skyscrapers reflected glaring sunlight against a gray-white sky, traffic shuffled along an eight-lane road, and the sidewalks were crowded with office workers looking down at their phones.

Then he saw an old residential building, sixth floor, with faded blue curtains hanging from the window.

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