Aboard the ferry, Locke divided the Historical Projection into more than three hundred detailed fragments. After carefully observing them, he finally confirmed that this Magic Plant was indeed artificial.
"This isn't a plant at all." Locke thought, I'll go back first and use my blood to cultivate it. King Otto warned me before that the seeds of this Magic Plant can only grow when blood from the Black Sun Tower is used.
"Once it's cultivated, I'll conduct further research."
Locke realized that he had been away from Group 2 for some time. He wondered how Mason Witch and the others were doing in Group 2 and whether they had adapted to the environment there.
Locke put away the seeds.
Wizard Warwick and the others saw a dock appear on the surface of the Abyssal River ahead and immediately breathed a sigh of relief. "Navigating the Abyssal River is still quite dangerous, but fortunately, we weren't swept somewhere else. We've found the dock of our Ashen Esoteric Sect Academy."
At that moment, a group of Black Wizards stood on the dock, seemingly preparing to receive them.
There was also a Second-Ring Necromancer in a black robe. On his chest, he wore a badge representing his honored achievements in Necromancy.
It was a special badge shaped like a golden skull. It seemed to represent his creation of a new advanced Second-Ring skeletal undead creature.
Witch Shally immediately grew tense. "Warwick, what do you mean by this?"
Warwick and McKinley were also wearing puzzled expressions.
On the dock, the Second-Ring Black Wizard chuckled. "Holy Wizard? Don't be nervous. Ever since the Ashen Esoteric Sect joined the White Wizard Association, we've become a respectable organization. Many of our industries have already been laundered into White Wizard businesses."
"Besides, our Academy welcomes every Archaeology Wizard