‘Illusion Realm of Third Ring Magic’ and ‘Joining the

Ouroboros Ring’ _4

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Countless bizarre buildings were scattered all around.

“This is the spatial rift of the Boka Plane, where, unless something unexpected happens, you will spend the rest of your life,” the voice echoed directly in Milton Cheney’s mind.

Milton turned his head. The man in the purple robe was standing right next to him, his expression as indifferent as ever.

The purple-robed man looked at Milton.

Moments later, he shifted his gaze, his figure disappearing from the spot.

Before leaving, however, he left a message in Milton’s mind.

“I suggest you wash away your white raven bloodline and switch to another one.”

Twenty years passed.

Inside the Ouroboros Ring.

Milton stopped refining his bloodline in a certain estate.

It had to be said, the Ouroboros Ring, as a cross-border wizard organization specializing in bloodline cultivation, was indeed remarkable.

Refining his bloodline here was far faster than when Milton was on the Wizard

Continent.

However, the excitement he felt when he first joined the Ouroboros Ring was now gone.

As a level 1 wizard here, he was nothing.

He now understood what that level 3 wizard meant when he said he would spend the rest of his life here.

If he were unable to become a level 2 wizard, he would be stuck here forever.

“It’s far too much,Even if I were to exchange all my possessions for contribution points, it still wouldn’t be enough to exchange for the white raven bloodline refining technique,” Milton mused.

“Why are the requirements so high? It’s twice as much as the serpent bloodline refining technique.”

Milton frowned slightly, puzzled.

That level 3 wizard had advised him to wash away his bloodline and adopt a different one before he left.

But this was easier said than done. Milton had already refined nearly half of his bloodline, and it had been forced refinement. Now it was too late to switch bloodlines.

At least, he wouldn’t have enough time in this simulation.

So, Milton had no choice but to plow ahead and complete missions issued by other members to earn contribution points. He just didn’t know whether he would have enough time to do so.

Another fifty years passed.

“Donnie, help me exchange all these for contribution points.”

Milton handed the three spatial magic devices in his hand to Donnie in front of him.

“I’m not a garbage collector, how much junk have you brought me over the years?” Donnie complained, somewhat helpless.

A tiny serpent coiled around the three spatial magic devices in Milton’s hand and delivered them to Donnie.

Donnie manipulated his spiritual power, enveloping the three spatial magic devices floating in front of him.

“Huh!”

Donnie’s previously casual gaze sharpened.

“Level 3 White Raven Bloodline Seed, fifty pages of the True Word Magic Book, Half-Wizard Potion…”

After inspecting all the items, Donnie turned his gaze to Milton.

A bit surprised, he said, ‘You’ve been holding out on me. I’ll give you a total of

100,000 contributions for these items.”

He didn’t ask where Milton got these items, as it was none of his business.

Milton nodded, and handed him a token.

Donnie collected the three spatial magic devices. Then he took the token, left the counter, and disappeared in front of Milton.

Moments later, Donnie returned with the token and handed it back to Milton.

122314!

That was the number on the token.

The total was 122314, and the price of the white raven bloodline refining technique was exactly 120,000.

“Please exchange it for the opportunity to practice the white raven bloodline refining technique.”

Milton again gave the token to Donnie, and said.

Donnie looked a little surprised but took the token and nodded. Then he disappeared on the spot.

When he reappeared, he had an extra white book catalog in his hand.

“Attach your spiritual power to the refining technique, and the memory that

will appear in your mind will be the bloodline refining technique.”

Milton nodded and attached his spiritual power to the bloodline refining technique.

The next moment, he had the specific method of practicing the white raven bloodline refining technique in his mind.

After one hundred and thirty years, he finally got the white raven bloodline refining technique.

From here on out, he had no bottleneck until the limit of a level 2 blood wizard.

Kolan Island, Palace.

Milton’s eyelids trembled before opening. A trace of vicissitudes flashed in his eyes.

The true body simulation was over!

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