" Meng Mengmeng, this is one hundred liters of dragon blood. You will sprinkle an average of ten liters onto the Dragon Breath Statue on New Earth every ten years, and it will be used up in a hundred years."
"This mission is extremely important; no one else is allowed to interfere except you."
During the critical period of rebuilding the Atomic Academy, Leo summoned Meng Jie's younger sister, Meng Mengmeng, Level-Two Elemental Wizard who was among the first batch of talents trained on the New Earth.
Meng Mengmeng had long lost her former innocence and liveliness, and now exuded the oppressive aura of Second-Class Wizard.
The blood Leo obtained from Fanyaxis, Wings of Death was to replenish the dragon's aura on the New Earth.
Back then, Leo used soil and dragon blood from the Fanyaxis, Wings of Death to create dragon breath statues, which were then placed evenly throughout the New Earth. These statues could slowly release dragon breath, affecting the surrounding life force and thus breaking the Bloodline shackles of the humans on the New Earth.
Although the dragon breath statue was originally designed with an energy-binding array to prolong the release time of the dragon breath, more than a thousand years have passed, and the dragon breath contained within the statue has long since been released.
Leo's blatant demand for benefits from the Fanyaxis of Death was aimed at replenishing the dragon's breath that had disappeared on the New Earth.
With so much dragon blood now, it's enough to ensure that children born on the New Earth will have better aptitude, further enhancing the talents of humanity on the New Earth.
"Yes, Dean."
Without giving it much thought, Meng Mengmeng headed to the New Earth with Leo's mission.
This task is very simple, it just takes a little longer.
"What, you want her to become the World Lord the New Earth?"
As Meng Mengmeng left the teleportation array, Yaoyao appeared on Leo's shoulder and asked Leo a question.
"I have this idea, but it depends on whether the World Will of the New Earth agrees. If it is possible, making her the World Lord of the New Earth would fulfill one of Meng Jie's wishes."
"Furthermore, I also told the will of the New Earth World that I would help him look for suitable candidates, and the people who grew up in the earliest batches were all quite good," Leo said.
Meng Jie's life is nearing its end. Leo estimates that Meng Jie will die during his next war rotation break. Since he made a promise to him, Leo naturally has to give him an explanation.
Judging from Meng Mengmeng's aptitude, she has a certain chance of becoming Level Three Great Wizard, but becoming Level Four Stigmata Wizard would be very difficult.
A level Level Three Great Wizard isn't a good enough explanation for Meng Jie, but if Meng Mengmeng could become the World Lord, have an infinite lifespan, and stay by their side forever, Meng Jie would be very satisfied with that.
"Why are you back? How's the reconstruction of the academy going?" Leo asked Yao Yaoyao, who had suddenly returned, with a puzzled look.
Since all the Lord of Souls were killed in the Tower of Elements, Black Soluo's avatar advanced to the third level and absorbed two hundred thousand souls from the Shadow Space.
Yaoyao stayed at the academy in the Wizard World, overseeing the academy's progress.
This reconstruction of the academy completely overturned the previous design and incorporated a large number of independent ideas.
Many technologies that would be considered cutting-edge in a lower world are fully utilized, and restrictions on ordinary wizards have been lifted, allowing them to freely explore and build as they please. Numerous academy research areas have also been established.
This is not the kind of project that a wizard researches in his own laboratory, but a project that the entire academy researches collectively.
While pursuing their individual development, Leo values their collective strength even more.
Over the course of two thousand years, Leo had already made one thing clear.
That is, among countless lives, very few can become wizards. First-Level Wizard is already a realm that countless people dream of. As for higher levels, they are unattainable for the vast majority of wizards.
Those who can advance to higher-level wizards are all exceptionally gifted beings. Leo has observed all the wizards above level one in the academy, and only a handful have the potential to advance to Level Three Great Wizard. As for the Stigmata Level, Leo has not yet seen anyone with that possibility.
Excluding Meng Mengmeng, the World Lord and the Stigmata Wizard are not on the same level. According to the level of the World Lord in New Earth, he is not even as good as the original God of Gnoll, and belongs to the weakest of the World Lord.
Leo's intention in making Meng Mengmeng the World Lord was not because he wanted anything in return from her becoming the World Lord; he simply wanted to fulfill Meng Jie's wish.
Given the difficulty of advancing to higher-level wizards, Leo instructed them to break away from the normal practice of wizards researching alone and instead conduct research collectively. This would increase the chances of higher-level wizards advancing.
There is strength in numbers. When the power of the collective is unleashed, it greatly promotes the advancement of the knowledge system, and many wizards will benefit.
"The reconstruction of the academy is progressing smoothly. People from both worlds have all been relocated, and the territory is recovering well. It should be fully completed in about five more years."
"I came back this time because I sensed that the shadow ropes we set up in the Shadow Space were being activated," Yaoyao said.
As soon as Yaoyao finished speaking, Leo Xiteng stood up abruptly, tore open the Shadow Space, and instantly appeared at the location guarded by Benji.
Here, ninety shadows form a rope tied to the Shadow Space, with the other end leading into the Shadow World, drifting randomly, searching for the world of life.
This is Leo's unique method for finding worlds where life exists. As long as these shadows touch a world with life, and the other party senses the shadow's presence, they can contact Leo through that shadow.
Leo looked closely but didn't notice any movement in the ninety shadows. Benji, who was staring intently at the shadows, also didn't notice any unusual activity.
As per Leo's orders, the puppet Benji was to report immediately whenever it saw any fluctuations in the shadow.
Are you sure?
Leo looked at the quiet shadows and asked Yaoyao.
Since these ninety shadows were placed here, hundreds of years have passed without finding a world where life exists; we've almost forgotten about these shadows altogether.
Yaoyao suddenly said that these shadows were moving strangely, which naturally excited Leo!
But no changes were observed.
Yaoyao landed directly on these shadows and stretched out her little paws to carefully sense them. "I'm not quite sure either, because the fluctuations are very small. Maybe I'm misperceiving it, or maybe the creatures connected to the shadows have such weak abilities that they can't even make the shadows produce any larger fluctuations."
"Uncertainty doesn't matter. There are still twenty years until the next war shift. I'll stay here for those twenty years."
Leo's eyes flickered slightly, and the shadow beneath his feet immediately came to life, connecting with the ninety shadows.
By doing this, even the slightest fluctuation would not escape Leo's perception.
"Then you just watch. I'm going back to building the academy. I'll let you know if anything happens."
"Go."
In the Shadow Space, Leo sat beside the shadow, next to the motionless Benji, who had maintained this posture for thousands of years.
Now he is merely a puppet of the Godslaying Staff, a companion who died over a thousand years ago, no longer the fighting partner who protected Leo when Leo was at a low level.
Leo closed his eyes, his consciousness sinking into the deepest thoughts, deducing his path to level five, but still retaining a trace of his perception of shadows.
He didn't know how much time had passed, but suddenly, in a certain instant, Leo opened his eyes.
His eyes shone as he looked at the ninety shadows connected to his own. Just a moment ago, he had indeed felt a faint fluctuation emanating from the shadows.
Just as Yaoyao said, the power of the fluctuation was too small to cause the shadow to vibrate, so Benji, who was guarding the side, did not react at all.
Leo gently ran his fingers across his fingertips, and a few drops of blood, radiating intense energy, flowed from his fingers.
The blood flowed across the shadow that rippled slightly; blood was the best medium for these shadows, enhancing their connection.
Leo leaned down and whispered, "This is a great and bright land, a world of eternal happiness without pain, free from the torment of disease and death. Here you will obtain what you most desire."
"Drip your blood into your shadow, and you will gain everything!"
The shadow is most likely connected to a low-level life form, whose power is insufficient to establish communication with Leo.
Leo could only amplify the power of his shadow to help him transmit the information!
Several hours later, unfamiliar scenes and sounds entered Leo's mind.
The shadow had already linked Leo's life with the other's.
"I'm about to die, I'm so hungry, is there anything to eat?"
This is a small, entirely red snake, less than the length of an adult's arm. Its weakened body is already covered with ants looking for a place to bite. These tiny creatures have already died without the red snake, and are now dividing up territory and fighting for food.
There was a wound on his neck that nearly ripped his head apart; the meager amount of blood that had been flowing from the wound dripped onto his shadow.
It turns out that he didn't contact Leo on his own initiative, but rather it was a miracle of crossing space caused by a series of coincidences!
Is there anything to eat?
"I'm starving to death, is there anything to eat?"
The little red snake could no longer open its eyes, and it weakly flicked its tongue, making a faint hissing sound.
Perhaps for the little red snake, the voice he heard was more like a hallucination before his death, a fear of hunger, for as a life less than a month old, countless creatures wanted to eat him.
He instinctively avoided the enemy, guided by his memories, but still could not escape death.
Before he died, he used his last bit of strength to hide himself among the dead leaves, and just before he was about to die, he heard a faint sound.
He knew nothing anymore, his brain was almost shutting down, and his body, which hadn't eaten for days, longed for a full meal before he died.