Qimudan

"You are..."

A tall figure appeared inside the vast Wizard Tower.

He was tall and handsome. Like the Denizens of Death around him, his complexion was pale, but he lacked their distinctive aura of death. At first glance, he seemed no different from an ordinary person.

Now, he stood quietly, gazing at Arthur across from him, his expression uncertain. "Arthur?"

"No. Emerald Lord."

He studied Arthur for a long while before changing how he addressed him.

"Macdo, it's been a long time."

Arthur stood quietly before Macdo, a faint smile on his face.

Macdo of the Hall of the Undead had been one of the most renowned geniuses in High Domain back then. He was among the most outstanding Fourth Tier Great Wizards of his time, hailed as one of the three geniuses in the Hall of the Undead with the greatest hope of ascending to the highest domain.

Long ago, when Arthur was still keeping a low profile in the Emerald Tower, he had encountered this wizard at close quarters during a mission.

At the time, Arthur had been an ordinary member of the Emerald Tower, not one of its core figures.

Back then, the core of the Emerald Tower had been the Son of Sun, Yala.

Macdo had come at Yala's invitation to intercept and kill Arthur, and that was how the two had met.

Many years had passed. In the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of years had gone by, and many people from that time had already passed away.

The great figures of the Hall of the Undead had all disappeared, while Macdo, a wizard who had rarely drawn attention, had risen to prominence. He had not only inherited the entire power of the Hall of the Undead but had also reached the uppermost