The High Tower Institute.
Its official name was the Wiserland National Advanced Stringcraft Academy. It was the Federation's highest seat of learning, a sacred destination countless Spellcasters dreamed of reaching.
Founded two hundred and seventy years ago, it counted Aldrick Fane among its founders, and he had also served as its first headmaster.
Hong Yuan sat cross-legged on his bed, his mind immersed in contemplation.
This Divided Body was still weak, but [Six Voids Calamity] shone brilliantly within his Dao Seed. He merely drew out a wisp of qi and merged it into the void, silently taking in every scene within several miles.
Naturally, the conversation between Lynn and the master mage inside the ring had not escaped his scrutiny either.
According to Fane, one hundred and seventy-two years ago, he and four old friends-five Weavers in total-had secretly infiltrated the Cultivation World to investigate the enemy. Before long, however, their identities had been exposed, and powerful Otherworldly Demons had ambushed them.
One Weaver had died on the spot. Fane had resorted to a mutually destructive technique and barely escaped with a fragment of his soul, managing by sheer luck to take refuge in that mithril ring.
Over the following century and more, the ring had passed through many hands, while Fane's consciousness grew increasingly muddled, sometimes lucid, sometimes lost in a haze.
Still, he had eventually found an opportunity to secretly influence a Qi Refining cultivator heading for the front lines, allowing him to return to his homeland after so many years away.
Fane had asked Lynn to do a few things for him. First, he wanted to learn whether his three remaining old friends were still alive. Second, he suspected that their exposure back then meant either that Otherworldly Demons had infiltrated Vysseran and risen to high positions,