Wizard: Starting from the Skill Tree

Her aura is at the Level 3 stage, but slightly weaker than Augustus, likely having just stepped into Level 3 Initial Stage.

Following her is a young female disciple, her head lowered, not daring to look at anyone.

Next to arrive is Baroque from the Earth Sect, a short and stout elderly man with skin rough like stone, a face full of grayish-white beard, stepping heavily enough to make the glazed floor vibrate slightly with each step.

His aura is considerably stronger than Selena’s; Duke briefly assesses that he’s near the pinnacle of Level 3 Initial Stage.

But compared to Augustus’s Level 3 Middle Stage, he’s still a notch below.

He came alone, without attendants.

The last to arrive is Zephiris of the Wind Sect, surprisingly young in appearance to Duke’s surprise as this Wind Sect Magic Master.

A youthful exterior often has multiple interpretations; either a highly gifted breakthrough to Great Mage early or some method for maintaining youthfulness.

Considering Wind Sect’s weakest influence among the three sects, the former seems more likely.

He’s wearing a gray-white short robe, starkly different from the elaborate formal robes of the other two Magic Masters, looking more like someone who happened to wander in on a stroll.

The trio each took seats along the sides of the long table.

Selena sat to Duke’s right, Baroque to the left, and Zephiris at the far end by the window, directly opposite the main seat.

As they sat down, they instinctively glanced at the empty main seat, then withdrew their gaze, focusing their attention on Duke.

No one spoke. The three Magic Masters scrutinized Duke, each in their own way.

Selena scanned Duke subtly with spiritual power, Baroque stared unblinkingly with eyes hidden under thick brows, Zephiris reclined casually as a faint stream of air silently flowed around his fingertips.

Duke paid no heed to these gazes. His hands overlapped on the table, surveying the trio of Magic Masters before speaking, flatly as if reciting an already occurred event.

"I’m glad three Magic Masters could come." His gaze shifted from Selena to Baroque, finally resting on Zephiris’s face, "What I have to discuss today is simple and direct, won’t take up too much of your time."

He paused. The meeting room was quiet, no fire in the fireplace, only the dark red glow from the molten fire crystal chandelier slowly coursing along the glass walls.

"From today, the Water Sect, Earth Sect, and Wind Sect will become vassals of the Light Sect. You can retain your beliefs and doctrines, continue governing your regions and followers. But henceforth, all major decisions of the three sects require Light Sect’s approval.

Of course, in return, the Light Sect will provide protection and items you currently need most. For instance, longer lifespans. If refused, the outcome of the Fire Sect has already been seen by you all."

Following Duke’s words, a brief silence settled in the meeting room.

Different expressions flitted across the three Magic Masters’ faces, Selena’s lips tightened slightly, Baroque’s thick brows furrowed deeper, Zephiris’s reclined position unchanged, but the stream of air at his fingertips halted.

They were restraining themselves; Duke sensed different degrees of spiritual power fluctuations colliding, suppressed in the air, then forced back into their bodies.

These individuals weren’t like Augustus with explosive tempers, but precisely because of that, they weigh advantages and disadvantages cooler and are more adept at calculating gains and losses in silence.

Duke didn’t rush to exert further pressure.

With a gentle wave of his right hand on the table, three exquisite silver metal boxes flew from the space ring, sliding onto each Magic Master’s table. The boxes were small, palm-sized, made entirely of Mithril, etched with the Star Dome Commerce Association’s star trail emblem, reflecting a chilly silver light under the molten fire crystal chandelier’s dark red glow.

"These are three portions of the life-extending potion from another plane, as a personal gesture of goodwill, regardless of today’s negotiation outcome, you may take them with you. Each portion can extend lifespan by fifty to eighty years, specifics depend on personal constitution, but the most conservative estimate is no less than fifty years. If anyone finds fifty years insufficient, we can further discuss afterward."

Selena’s fingers twitched slightly but soon steadied.

Baroque’s hidden eyes under thick brows stared at the Secret Silver Box before him, Adam’s apple rolling once.

Zephiris directly picked up the box, opened a slit, leaned in to sniff, then quickly closed it, reclined back into the chair.

Still, the trio remained silent, yet the atmosphere differed completely from before.

If earlier was muted hostility, now it was a complex silence mixing desire and caution.

They wouldn’t kneel and submit due to a mere gift, as the supreme rulers of their sects, power and dignity always outweigh lifespan.

A life-extending potion could sway them but insufficient to surrender their sects.

Duke naturally understood this, only after they securely stowed the Secret Silver Boxes did he leisurely produce a bound file from the space ring, placing it on the obsidian tabletop, gently pushing forward with fingers.

The file slid across the smooth table, stopping at the center of the long table.

"Before formally discussing vassalage terms, I’d like to present you with knowledge you may never have encountered. This file comes from the force behind me, you may peruse it first, interrupt anytime for questions. This knowledge forms the foundation of today’s discussion, for it aids your understanding of Oracle Plane’s position amidst the Endless Plane."

Endless Plane.

Upon hearing this term, the trio of Magic Masters instinctively leaned slightly forward in the meeting room.

They might not fully comprehend its meaning, yet just the vastness and unknown embodied in the word "Endless" instinctively stirred unease in these beings who’ve lived centuries, believing themselves atop this world’s pinnacle.

Duke opened the file, began explaining the basic structure of the Endless Plane to them with a straightforward and articulate tone.

Vast universe, countless planets, and planes.

Oracle Plane is a Low Plane, with a life cap at Level 4.

Above Low Plane is the Middle Plane, capable of manifesting Level 6 life.

Above Middle Plane lies the High Plane, hosting up to Level 9 life.

Beyond High Plane there are Top-tier Planes, like Nightmare Plane, constructed from the dreams of all lives in the Endless Plane.

Each plane level has its own Plane Barrier, strengthening with higher levels.

He flipped to the next page, continued discussing Plane Will and Child of the Plane.

Each plane possesses its own will, which catalyzes the birth of a Child of the Plane to facilitate plane promotion.

Plane promotion conditions are exceedingly stringent, requiring the birth of Level 4 life for a Low Plane to ascend to Middle Plane.

A Middle Plane advancing to High Plane necessitates Level 7 life emergence.

The jungle law among planes is the survival of the fittest, with High Planes devouring Low Planes, Low Planes plundering even smaller planes, and so forth.

In Wizard Planes, such knowledge is accessible even to Wizard Apprentices but is a new world to those from Oracle Plane.

After his explanation, the meeting room remained silent for a while.

The trio of Magic Masters weren’t fools; reaching Level 3 Great Mage in Oracle Plane signifies standing atop the pyramid, their comprehension and insight far surpassing ordinary folk.

Precisely because of this, they quicker grasped the implications behind this information, and why Duke chose this occasion, this manner to convey it to them.

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