After seeing Elder Youjin off, Abel's heart remained unsettled. He had never imagined that the Holy Continent would one day fall into his hands.
Perhaps to others, the resource-poor subcontinent, where powerful experts were practically nonexistent, held little value.
But to him, it was his homeland. The main reason his empire had never dared to expand was the existence of the Wizard Guild.
The Wizard Guild did not allow a single empire to dominate a subcontinent. They needed constant conflict and endless battles throughout the continent, as that was how the Wizard Guild obtained the best talents.
It was not that the subcontinents lacked talent. Rather, almost all talented people were snatched away by the Wizard Guild as soon as they began to show promise, leaving behind only Professionals without potential.
Abel felt an urge to return to the Holy Continent immediately. However, he glanced at the sky. It had already grown dark, and it was time for his cultivation.
He did not disrupt his cultivation schedule. Instead, he returned to the cultivation room, opened the Teleportation Gate, and entered the Dark World.
The attack on the Wizard Guild headquarters was a huge incident, yet it did not have much of an impact.
Or rather, whatever impact it had was forcibly suppressed by the Wizard Guild. Even the events at the Wizard Guild headquarters were covered up by the Wizard Guild.
Only major organizations such as the Dragon race and the Divine Spirit Alliance learned what had happened at the Wizard Guild headquarters.
Without anyone noticing, the Wizard Guild's control was gradually weakening.
At the very least, when the Elf race saw that Abel had stopped supplying potions to the Wizard Guild, the Wizard Guild did not raise any objections.
Abel stayed in the Dark World for ten days before