Meteorite

The Nightmare Patriarch had been wiped out once several hundred years ago, yet now he had quietly risen again, returned to the eighth level. For any major power, such a thing was simply unimaginable.

The Nightmare Patriarch was truly terrifying to the extreme.

However, this meditation method had always been controlled by the Nightmare Patriarch's lineage and had never leaked out. For the people of the West Ring Continent, that was a blessing.

Dole grew solemn inwardly.

He considered himself nothing more than an inconspicuous little wizard. The other side probably would not set its sights on him, but he still had to be careful.

Only after cultivating the Nightmare Meditation Method had he understood just how bizarre that eighth-level patriarch was. He was simply powerful beyond measure.

He could rise again even after death and cultivate back to his current realm. That was practically invincible.

"I hope all of you return in triumph. I'll celebrate for you in the northwest," Dole said. He had learned quite a few conventional pleasantries by now, and when it came to being hypocritical, he could rattle them off one after another.

Vasili and Magic Old Man nodded. "The matter is finished. Rest for a while, then you should be heading back, right?"

Dole nodded. "Although my avatar is holding down the fort in the northwest, it has still delayed my cultivation. I haven't properly cultivated in nearly half a year."

Vasili replied apologetically, "The Glory Wizard Alliance will compensate you."

Magic Old Man did not care much about that. "What does a little time matter? Our lifespans are all measured in centuries. It doesn't amount to anything."

Usbur, however, voiced a different opinion. "Teacher, Dole is currently in a period of rapid growth. To delay a year is to fall behind by a