Chapter 114: Official Sorcerer

Gazing at the pool before him, Cyrus hesitated for a long while but ultimately decided to ascend to the rank of a full-fledged sorcerer right here.

To become a formal sorcerer, one must rely on a vitality elixir to fuse the spiritual runes within the sea of consciousness and inscribe a sorcery template, thereby transforming the magic into their innate talent.

Cyrus stripped off all his clothes and set them aside, preparing to enter the pool.

The moment his skin touched the water’s surface, he felt sharp, prickling sensations coursing through his body. Enduring the discomfort, Cyrus submerged himself fully into the pool.

He sat cross-legged in the pool, the water reaching up to his chest. After adjusting his posture slightly, he prepared to commence the ascension.

The dark red liquid in the pool began to churn, and Cyrus could feel it seeping into his body through his pores.

An unbearable pain began to spread throughout his body.

“Ah!!!” Veins bulged on Cyrus’s face, muscles twisted in agony. The relentless pain pushed him to his limits, nearly causing him to faint.

He had no idea the ascension to a full sorcerer would be so agonizing. His mind started to blur, and his vision grew dimmer.

Seconds stretched into minutes; Cyrus lost track of how long he had been in the pool. His body felt alien, as if it no longer belonged to him, while his mind battled ceaselessly against the torment.

The liquid thickened gradually, its glow intensifying until it illuminated the entire sand cavern with eerie clarity.

But Cyrus had no time to observe his surroundings. The pain surged relentlessly, and he felt he could no longer endure it.

Eventually, he lost consciousness. Yet, within his sea of consciousness, changes were underway. The eighteen spiritual runes he had previously assimilated began to crack and split apart. Once all these runes fused completely, much of his ascension would be accomplished.

“What is happening? Why do I feel so uneasy?” In the Eternal Forest, the elven priestess Myshilina suddenly experienced an inexplicable sense of dread.

“This... this is the ripple from the Eternal Ancient Tree!” Though still uncertain of the situation, Myshilina recognized a familiar vibration. As an elven priestess, she was intimately acquainted with this kind of pulse.

Hurriedly, Myshilina made her way to the Eternal Ancient Tree. Upon arrival, many elves had already gathered, whispering anxiously as they observed the tree’s transformation.

“Excuse me, please let me through!” Anxious, Myshilina pushed through the crowd, and the elves parted respectfully upon seeing her.

“What’s wrong with you, Eternal Ancient Tree?” she asked, pressing her hands against the tree’s trunk with concern.

But the tree offered no response.

Myshilina’s worry deepened. She had served as the elves’ priestess for nearly a century, and nothing like this had ever occurred.

A massive surge of natural energy began to gather within the tree, flowing upward along the veins of its bark.

At last, the energy pooled in the crown of the tree, continuing to accumulate. Surrounding trees slowly showed signs of withering.

Witnessing this, many elves knelt by the Eternal Ancient Tree, staring blankly at the unfolding scene.

Myshilina stood silently, gazing up at the towering tree reaching nearly a hundred meters. She could not comprehend why the tree would undergo such a change under her watch, but if it continued, the entire Eternal Forest would be doomed.

Fear gripped her heart. The Eternal Forest was the last hope of the elven people; it must not suffer any harm.

Determined, she began channeling her own natural energy into the Eternal Ancient Tree.

Each elven priestess harbors a vast reservoir of natural energy within—a sacred inheritance passed down through generations. When one priestess retires, her energy transfers to her successor.

With this formidable power, each priestess wields strength comparable to a second-tier sorcerer. This is why other races dare not encroach upon the Eternal Forest.

The Eternal Ancient Tree, sensing the immense natural energy within Myshilina, sucked it in like a whale swallowing the sea. In an instant, it drew away most of her power, leaving her pale and weak. Fortunately, nearby elves quickly steadied her.

Having drained enough energy, the tree ceased its plundering. The natural energy above its crown condensed into a sphere the size of a fist.

Though small, the energy ball radiated formidable power, enough to compel any nearby to retreat.

After lingering briefly atop the crown, the sphere shot off into the sky. Leaning against the tree, Myshilina’s emotions churned—she could not fathom why the tree amassed such energy. Meanwhile, she felt her own reserves of natural energy dwindling.

Should anyone attempt to breach the Eternal Forest now, she feared she would be powerless to stop them.

As if sensing her thoughts—or perhaps as compensation for the energy it had drained—the tree’s branches gently lowered, caressing Myshilina’s cascading golden hair.

Then, a brown seed slipped into her body. She felt her drained power slowly replenish; regaining her former strength was merely a matter of time.

Meanwhile, across the continent of Arclier, many witnessed a streak of green light flash swiftly across the sky. Most barely glimpsed it before it vanished.

Soon, this immense natural energy reached the edge of the Black Sea Desert. The townsfolk felt no disturbance, only a vague sense of oppression.

Hovering briefly above the Great Sword Tavern, the energy released a strand that slipped into Ronny’s room before the orb resumed its journey.

Still asleep, Ronny remained oblivious to the event. The energy entered through the mark between his brows, eliciting no obvious reaction.

In his dreams, Ronny felt warmth enveloping him, a profound comfort.

His concealed elven heritage manifested once more—the leaf-shaped mark between his eyebrows glowed distinctly before fading back, as if nothing had occurred.

Meanwhile, Cyrus remained motionless in the viscous liquid, unconscious. Within his sea of consciousness, the spiritual runes neared complete fusion.

A surge of potent energy radiated from his body, but it did not disperse outward. Instead, dark red runes appeared on the surrounding sand walls, absorbing the energy—a precaution Gekare had evidently prepared well in advance.