The Round Table Conference of the Two-Ring True Spirit Wizard organizations would still require quite some time. It could only proceed once every member of the Wizard World's upper echelon was present; otherwise, it could easily stir up certain deep-seated conflicts.
Such conflicts had never been eliminated within the Wizard World. They had merely been cautiously concealed beneath the Demon-Hunting Expedition plan.
With that, Green left the Two-Ring World and vanished through the teleportation array.
Annihilation Tower Secret Realm.
Buzz!
The intense spatial-temporal fluctuations no longer placed any burden on Green's true body over such a short-distance crossing. As the rippling distortion of space flashed before his eyes, Green returned to this spatial fragment filled with familiar traces.
His home—no matter how small it was—belonged to him alone.
Clearly, because Green had only returned to the Wizard World a short while ago, Lulianman and Yeye had not yet spread the news of his return through Little Eight. Yet it was certain that the return of the Annihilation Tower Stigmata Wizard, revered as the Wizard World's Tenth-Ring True Spirit, would soon make waves.
With perfect control over his power, his ethereal figure gave off not the slightest aura. His tricolored eyes gazed toward the several dozen Dewflower Fairies playing near the teleportation array, and the palm-sized, brightly colored little creatures all froze.
Their brief lives had evidently passed through many generations of reproduction, and they no longer recognized Green. Yet the instinct branded into the deepest depths of their souls filled them with incomparable intimacy and reverence toward him.
"Little ones, has everything been well here?"
There was an indescribable weariness and warmth in Green's voice. Nearly six epochs had passed for him—memories from sixty thousand years ago. Even this secret realm he had personally built now felt somewhat unfamiliar, like