Blood Knight said:
"Understood, Iâll contact the wizards at the Tower of Dawn immediately."
Levi said:
"By the way, a new group of alien races will soon be settling on the Ancient Dragon Continent. Send someone to the Intis Mountain Range to assist them in building their homes."
He was referring to the Wind Spirit Clan rescued by Gandaph.
Blood Knight said:
"No problem."
...
Several days later.
On the Outer Sea.
The Phantom 60 ship pierced through the skies.
Gandaph returned with the Wind Spirit Clan, who had already been registered with the council, and taught them the universal wizard language.
The leader of the Wind Spirit Clan, Kuros, along with his tribesmen, curiously surveyed this world.
It was simply too vast, seemingly boundless!
Gandaph said:
"Weâre almost there. Prepare to embrace the new world!"
The Clan Leader said:
"Thanks to the guidance of the Crow God, thank you, Lord Gandaph! Wait... What is that?"
Suddenly, all the Wind Spirit Clan members turned pale.
What appeared was a demon towering several hundred meters tall, emanating overwhelming heat and fury, standing at the edge of the distant continentâs horizon.
Its back bore wings, its body engulfed in red flamesâundoubtedly a Molten Mountain Demon Bat.
This was a high-level demon, often birthing powerful demon lords.
Back then, the Flame Prince of the Yellow Earth Continent had carried this demon bloodline.
Gandaph chuckled and said:
"No need to panic, everyone. Itâs merely a Level 6 Peak demon."
Kuros exclaimed:
"Level 6 Peak? Thatâs a malevolent demon capable of destroying our world! Only the Dragon God in his previous incarnation could withstand it!"
In the next moment, a burly figure clad in black armor and carrying a massive sword emerged in the sky.
The Molten Mountain Demon Batâs expression changed drastically.
"Level 7? Pardon me..."
It turned and fled.
The black-armored swordsman merely raised his fist and unleashed a simple, unadorned punch!
This punch appeared basic.
But within Leviâs cells, countless Power Divine Palaces and numerous Crimson Emperor True Forms resonated as he punched. Outside the palaces, the Flame True Symbol radiated brightly!
An explosive Flame Fist formed instantly, its searing high temperatures caused the air to ripple with white waves, scattering the clouds in the high heavens. Even the Wind Disaster Stratumâs fierce gales paused briefly, revealing a molten crystal wall behind them. And then, a hundred-mile-long flame corridor tore through the Void.
The Molten Mountain Demon Batâs vitality was utterly extinguished, leaving only a scarlet crystal floating midair, glistening with treasure-light.
Kuros and the Wind Spirit Clan members were stupefied, their breaths rapid, unable to break free from the awe of that single punch.
"Even the Dragon God couldnât do this... Is the Wizard World actually the Divine Realm?"
"Unthinkably powerful!"
Gandaph said:
"There are no gods in this world. Youâve been isolated for too long;
youâll understand in due time. As long as you work hard here and contribute your efforts, youâll all have a bright future."
The Void corridor slowly restored itself.
Levi collected the Level 6 Peak Demon Crystal Core and cursed inwardly.
"Damn it! Why was this damned demon so weak? It couldnât even withstand a single punch?"
"What a waste, ruining a perfectly good Level 6 demon corpse. From now on, when taking down demons of this level, Iâll have to rely on basic Strength or Sword Qiâno use of Crimson Emperor Dragon Flames or spells. Otherwise, the materials get scorched to ashes."
Levi, ever cautious and accustomed to applying his full strength, wasnât yet accustomed to the enormous changes brought forth from advancing to Dragon Emperor Level 7.
[You have slain a Level 6 Late Stage Molten Mountain Demon, earning 300,000 points and 300,000 war merits. You are currently ranked #123 on the Eighth-Level (Seven-circle) Demon Slaying List.]
An alert sounded from the advanced bracelet, exclusive to primordial soul wizards.
Since Levi currently possessed a Level 7 power, he had registered for the Eighth-Level Demon Slaying List, competing alongside Seven-circle wizards.
If he wanted, he could hold back to a wizardâs six environments and join the Seventh-Level Demon Slaying List, but it served no purpose.
The rewards for the Eighth-Level ranking far surpassed those of the Seventh-Level just for appearing on the list.
The top 100 received 1,000 merits annually.
The top 30, 3,000 merits.
The top 10, 5,000 merits.
The first place received 10,000 merits.
To put things into perspective, killing a single, most basic Level 6 Early Stage Demon would only yield around 100,000 war merits. As for Level 1 demons, their merits were merely worth 1 point.
Across the Wizard World, there werenât many Seven-circle Wizards, and many of them were old beings stationed in organizations, seldom venturing outside. As long as Levi didnât slack, he was certain to be ranked.
Levi glanced at the current first place on the Eighth-Level Demon Slaying List, a Thunder Sect warlord named [Destruction Realm Thunder·Harvis]. This man had accumulated an incredible 9.9 million points.
A Level 7 Early Stage demon yielded an average of 1 million points.
"This guy mustâve slaughtered a ton of low-level demons. Otherwise, how could he locate so many high-level demons in such a short period?"
The Demon Slaying List rules didnât prevent high-level wizards from grinding low-level demons to climb the rankings.
But demons werenât fools. Locations where low-level demons congregated often had high-level demons guarding or ambushing.
Grinding low-level demons to climb the list wasnât as simple as it seemed.
Levi took a casual approach to the list, letting nature take its course. He wouldnât deliberately aim for the top, prioritizing cultivation as his main pursuit.
The Wind Spirit Clan leader led his tribesmen and respectfully knelt before Levi.
"The ancient prophecy foretold that the Dragon God, upon descending from the Divine Realm, would become the swordsman walking among mortals and save us! Dragon God above!"
"Leader, since when was this prophecy mentioned?"
"Just now! Stop asking too many questions and just reverently follow me in worship!"
Levi, already well versed in the peculiar antics of the Wind Spirit Clan through Gandaph, responded coldly:
"Next, someone will come to guide you to your settlement. Once youâve acclimated, use your abilities to hide within the Wind Disaster Stratum, assassinating the demons invading the continent."
The Wind Spirit Clan, like Scythe creatures, were born to command raging winds and could meld invisibly within them, making them excellent assassins.
The Clan Leader said:
"We obey the divine decree!"
After settling this alien race, Gandaph returned to the Midland Continent.
Because Gondor City was relatively secure and the Three Avatars currently lacked a need for ordinary cultivation resources, apart from planning against the Flame Demons, they hadnât begun slaughtering yet. Thus, the highly competitive Seventh-Level Demon Slaying List was completely out of reach. For them, ascending to Seven-circle rank was the priority;
climbing the rankings could wait, and Levi hadnât imposed any demands.
As for the Sixth-Level Demon Slaying List, it was even more fiercely contestedâlike celestial beings waging war. After all, there was a significantly larger number of Fifth-circle Wizards, with vast disparities between individuals, as evidenced during the Black Ancient Towerâs genius battle.
Before departing for Hell.
Mana informed Levi that in the Ancient Banyan Fairyland, the seeds previously brought back by Ayak had sprouted.
In the fairyland.
Levi gazed at the green saplings emerging like bamboo shoots.
Their trunks faintly bore adorable human faces.
Their branches formed hands, roots anchored deeply into the earth like legs.
He turned to Mana and asked:
"Are these Tree Men?"