Although he was constantly busy, Abel never stopped cultivating every night. The Dwarf race had delayed him somewhat, but he did not mind their allegiance too much.
He had been closely associated with the Dwarf race since the early stages of his growth, so he naturally could not stand by and watch the Wizard Guild make a move against them. After gaining the Dwarves' allegiance, he had only helped them in various ways and had never asked anything of them.
In fact, the Dwarf race's greatest use to him was providing a massive amount of Faith Power to the God of Hills. As for forging, he had thirty-two thousand Dwarf blacksmiths in War God Daof's God's Country whose skills surpassed those of master forgers. The entire Dwarf race could not compare.
Even so, the Dwarves' allegiance had still had a tremendous impact. The dragons had benefited greatly, and naturally, they had also taken on some responsibility for protecting the Dwarf race.
Just as Abel thought everything had been settled and was preparing to enter seclusion again, he realized that after nearly a year of secluded cultivation, he was only a hair's breadth away from reaching Demigod Tier thirty-two.
Of course, the main reason his cultivation had progressed so quickly was the successful propagation of the Wisdom Tree, which had doubled the growth of the rules within his wizard patterns.
The Wisdom Tree, regarded as a priceless treasure by Supreme Experts in ancient times, truly provided unimaginable assistance in cultivation.
The Wisdom Fruit did not cause the bodily resistance that ordinary cultivation potions produced after use, so its effects did not diminish. Instead, as Abel's understanding of the rules increased, he seemed to absorb more of the Power of Rules within the Wisdom Fruit.
Abel was already twenty-four years old. However,