"Advanced, huh..."
Without realizing it, Anvis had risen a rank in the dream, and he understood why.
It was precisely the unusual dispersion of Spiritual Power during advancement that had caused him to unconsciously fall into the dream.
This was the greatest advantage of Bloodline Warlocks. Aside from the constraints of their bloodlines, they faced no bottlenecks whatsoever in advancing!
When ordinary Professionals broke through, they usually needed all kinds of treasures to assist their breakthroughs and increase their chances of success.
Bloodline Warlocks were different. Even if they spent their days eating, drinking, and having fun while neglecting their training, as long as their bloodline maturity reached a certain standard over time, they could still advance naturally!
Training could increase the rate at which a bloodline matured, but the fastest method was still using various rare treasures rich in energy.
Put simply, spending money made you stronger.
"What a long-lost feeling..."
Anvis sighed softly, unable to help feeling a little sentimental.
Come to think of it, ever since becoming an official Spellcaster, he had not truly dreamed in a very long time.
This was the result of a change in the level of life. Though they looked the same on the surface, Professionals and ordinary people were already entirely different species in terms of their life levels.
After reaching Second Rank, Anvis's perception of magic had become somewhat clearer, though there had been no fundamental change.
In only a few months, his strength had risen from First Order to Second Rank. Moreover, he had broken through entirely through his own efforts, rather than being forcibly raised through external means!
Even at Pamir Academy, such a rate of growth would have been considered astonishing.
But for the current Anvis, it was far from enough—
Leaving aside Ninth Rank, even compared