Levi quipped.

But thinking about the Ash Dragon, and Mana’s extraordinary lifespan, Levi didn’t have much to boast about.

"My goal should be to live as long as Mana, until I tire of life."

...

Ancient Banyan Fairyland.

"Look, our eighth-circle wizard is back."

Mana sat on top of ADie, her long, fair legs and sweet-smelling little feet dangling at the sides.

A group of Shell Demons, along with Levi’s adopted little fairies, gathered underneath ADie to collect Immortal Dew.

The towering ancient banyan tree gently swayed.

This scene was so beautiful, like a true fairyland.

"Today, I have broken through, so we should celebrate. Mana... you invite everyone, let the Flying Immortal Platform be abundant!"

The Flying Immortal Platform is wine brewed from Immortal Flowing Liquid, with an alcohol content of 0.53.

After all, it’s a drink for feasting, so the alcohol content has to be low, otherwise it wouldn’t be enough.

"Oh oh oh, there’s a feast!"

"Not drunk, not returning home!"

The good news spread across all departments within the fairyland.

Dragon Palace, Ancient Shell Palace, ancient banyan tree Mansion, North Sea Secret Realm, Burning Rock Clan, and the guardians of those Cave Heaven Blessed Lands all gathered together.

At night, the stars twinkled.

Under the ancient banyan tree, a group of giant dragons like mountains sat in a circle.

A circle of wine cups floated mid-air, landing before everyone, with the wine flying into their throats.

The Thunder Crocodile took a sip, though made of thunder element, it couldn’t help but savor it:

"Not bad, not bad."

There were also some Undead, for whom the wine slipped through their skeletons after entering the throat.

Long emerged from the earth, not wasting a drop of wine.

Levi sat beside Mana, observing this circle of subordinates, differing greatly in race and form.

He felt somewhat content.

The gloom of the Blood Battle loomed over the Wizard World.

But in the Ancient Banyan Fairyland, not a trace could be felt.

Inside and outside the fairyland were two completely different worlds.

He didn’t want these fellows to get involved in the Blood Battle either.

As the feast ended.

People weren’t drunk, yet intoxicated by the atmosphere.

The Fire Breathing Dragon, hiccuping, left happily with its wife.

The Red Princess and Black Lotus Beast were engaged in some conversation.

Three brothers lay on the ground, snoring away, dragged by their mother’s Earthquake Dragon’s tail back to the valley.

The Black Phoenix and the Green Fire Crow, distant cousins, chatted about the Undying Bird.

The Thunder Crocodile proudly showcased its Thunder Afterimage.

Mana, face flushed, lay on a swing woven from branches, gazing at the starry river.

She suddenly said:

"What a wonderful day it is, though the stock of Immortal Flowing Liquid is running out..."

Levi looked at this warm scene and laughed:

"Enjoy the wine while it’s here, no worries."

He quietly returned to the Small Stone Pond, soaked in the Spring of Immortality, and fell into a deep sleep.

This sleep lasted a year.

When he naturally woke up, Levi’s realm was more or less stabilized.

He took out the Flame Emperor’s Sword, taking a deep breath.

"Let’s begin."

Upon its appearance, the Flame Emperor’s Sword buzzed and shivered, radiating a scorching heat.

Levi’s hands enveloped it in golden light, tightly containing it to prevent damage to the surrounding environment.

Then, using secret technique, he began to refine it.

Swish.

A red stream of light merged into his body.

It was the phantom of a sword, melting at a visible speed in Levi’s hand.

His eyes opened wide, his expression slightly changed.

"Why is this oddity refining so quickly?"

It’s known that the Shadow Emblem took him ten years to refine.

Although now as an eighth-circle, it wouldn’t take that long, he had prepared for three to five years of seclusion.

Unexpectedly, like Zhu Bajie’s ruthless consuming of Ginsengfruit.

He hadn’t had a chance to ponder, when the Flame Emperor’s Sword vanished in his hand.

As if impatient to enter.

A scorching red warmth coursed through his limbs, finally converging in his mind.

Levi’s spiritual force was rising at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Half a day later.

Levi’s head was slightly dizzy, feeling like it was about to burst.

He quickly began meditation, slowly consuming this spiritual force to prevent going awry, avoiding excess.

Thus, six years passed.

Nora 690, Blood Battle 476th year.

To Levi, with a ten-thousand-year lifespan, six years was like half a month to a mortal.

True cultivation transcends time, devoid of a concept of years.

He fully subdued the surging spiritual force, feeling much more comfortable overall.

This Sun Refining Artifact refined too fast, leaving no time for adaptation.

If it were like the Shadow Emblem, refining and enhancing simultaneously, it would be much better.

That is the wonder of the oddities, even the same oddity can yield different effects for different wizards.

At 1106 years old, Levi opened his eyes.

He placed his hand on the Klein Crystal Ball.

[Spiritual Force: 16200/25200]

...

"Spiritual force increased by 1,000 at once... this is the power of a Sun Refining Artifact?"

The previous Shadow Emblem, since it pushed Levi’s spiritual force to the Maximum, didn’t establish a standard for improvement.

Seeing now, a Sun Refining Artifact should provide about a thousand.

However, the Flame Emperor’s Sword is one of the best among them, while ordinary Sun Refining Artifacts might be slightly lower.

But still around eight to nine hundred, give or take.

For an ordinary primordial soul wizard, that could mean hundreds of years of hard cultivation.

Even for Levi, he would need about a sixty-year seclusion.

"Good thing I used it in the Eight Environments, if I refined it at the seven-circle, it would have been a huge waste."

"An eighth-circle senior wizard’s spiritual force standard is 18,000 points, I’m not far from reaching eighth-circle senior."

After the eighth-circle, spiritual force spans reach ten thousand points.

So each small realm advancement is challenging.

This is the endpoint for the vast majority of geniuses, even top-tier ones...

Spiritual force enhancement is just one aspect.

Levi came to his mindspace, where the Divine Ring Tower spun gently.

A crimson flame dragon writhed above.

In its mouth, it held a Red Flame Dragon Ball, resembling the black bead in the Shadow Dragon Group Model.

This signified that the Fire Dragon Tribulation talent had evolved.

Levi could feel the intricacy of the spell model, even surpassing his current comprehension.

The Sun Refining Artifact originated from the fall of a level 9 existence, its Truth Runes, profound and unfathomable.

"I wonder about the power of the fire dragon tribulation spell."

With a thought, Levi appeared above the Outer Sea.

He pointed with one finger.

Within a two-hundred-mile radius, the fire elemental power became agitated and restless.

A vast red cloud transformed into a flame dragon tens of miles long, exuding an aura of terror.

The fire dragon roared forth, quickly shifting into a crimson greatsword, faintly visible with an awe-inspiring shadow of the Flame Emperor, standing as tall as the sky!

Slash!

This one strike carved out a thousand-mile-long Red Flame Rift.

White mist, heat waves, magma, seawater, meteors... countless doomsday scenes played out, leaving one in awe.

"Hiss~ such might... in the future, I’ll rely on this single move to dominate, there’s nothing a Fire Dragon Tribulation can’t solve, and if there is, just use more."