Chapter 93: Ninth-Grade Spell, Heavenly Fire Meteor
Chapter 93: Ninth-Grade Spell, Heavenly Fire Meteor
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
1 Bloodthirsty Iron-Crystal Ant ≈ 10,000 gold coins!
10 Bloodthirsty Iron-Crystal Ants ≈ 100,000 gold coins!
100 Bloodthirsty Iron-Crystal Ants ≈ 1,000,000 gold coins!
,000 Bloodthirsty Iron-Crystal Ants ≈ 10,000,000 gold coins!
After setting them on fire just now, Meng Lei’s wealth had increased tremendously. After deducting the amount spent to replenish the magic power that he had expended, his wealth had already broken through the 40 million mark!
,000,000 gold coins!
Even those wealthy overlords didn’t have assets as impressive as that. One could easily imagine just how rich Meng Lei was right now.
Yet in that split second just now, 20,000,000 gold coins... instantly poofed into thin air.
Boom!
At the same time as that, a wave of incomparably terrifying aura burst forth from Meng Lei and produced series after series of ferocious, surging waves of impact that swept away everything around him in an unbridled manner.
It was a majestic presence whose robes fluttered in the air!
Meng Lei stood proudly in the air, his eyes sparkling like the Milky Way and bottomless like a black hole. As if brimming with a light of boundless intelligence, his eyes dazzled and stunned others, causing them to involuntarily drown within.
“He... He has...”
At the sight of this, the soldiers on top of the city walls looked as if they had just seen a ghost. “Broken through? Has he broken through!?”
“A Great N-ninth-Grade Magician! Oh my dragon god, I’ve actually witnessed the birth of a Great Ninth-Grade Magician with my own eyes?”
“Brat, how come you’ve broken through again?” Ol’ Amos was astonished, too. “It hasn’t even been a week since you broke through to Eighth-Grade Magician, yet you’ve broken through again?”
“Yes! I’ve broken through again!” Meng Lei murmured to himself, the look in his eyes somewhat indistinct.
At that moment, he discovered that the world in front of him had completely changed. It wasn’t just a diverse and colorful world anymore. Rather... some additional blurry, indistinct things had now appeared—the drifting clouds, the caress of the breeze, the thick, heavy ground, and the swaying grass!
Everything was completely different from what he had seen in the past. Even the magic elements drifting about in the universe weren’t just drifting about haphazardly without a fixed orbit anymore, but moving rhythmically according to some kind of cadence.
“Is what you’re seeing now different from before?”
Ol’ Amos’ voice drifted over to him softly. Despite his astonishment at Meng Lei’s speed of breakthrough, he had already attained a transcendental frame of mind, so he had recovered his composure by now.
“Yes,” Meng Lei replied honestly.
“That’s correct, then!” Ol’ Amos’ emotions were rather complex. “When one’s spiritual power reaches the ninth-grade stage, they are able to see beyond the surface to look at the way how things run and operate. In other words, the universe’s momentum!”
“The universe’s momentum?”
A huge jolt went through Meng Lei.
“In nature’s laws exists the rhythm that everything in the world follows. That is the universe’s momentum, nature’s momentum, and the power of the universe.”
Ol’ Amos sighed and went on. “Let’s put it this way. After one crosses over into this stage, they are no longer just rigidly chanting spell incantations and carrying out a simple manipulation of magic elements. Rather, one must understand the magic elements’ rhythm and act in tune with how they’re moving, and then guide and control them.
“How to control the most magic elements using the least amount of spiritual power;
“How to act in accordance with how the magic elements run and operate, and bring out their might to the largest extent;
“How to break away from the magic framework left behind by predecessors and create spells that belong only to you. These are what you need to do from now on.
“In other words, controlling the universe’s momentum!”
“Controlling the universe’s momentum?” asked Meng Lei pensively.
“When your understanding of the universe’s momentum reaches a certain level that you can feel the laws on a deeper level, the road to Saint Domain will naturally form.” Ol’ Amos sighed faintly and said, “Work hard brat. You’re even more outstanding than I’ve thought. Sigh, outstanding people always make me feel like I’ve spent my life in vain.”
Ol’ Amos was in a complex mood. He had initially thought that Meng Lei would need to train for a few years before he could attain Ninth-Grade Magician level. Little did he imagine that Meng Lei would actually achieve it so quickly.
Going from eighth-grade to ninth-grade in just a week... Was he really human?
No, he wasn’t... He was a mutant, a monster!
Becoming a great Ninth-Grade Magician before he’d even reached 16 years of age... What was that, if not a monster?
To be honest, Ol’ Amos had indeed taken a blow. He whined and grumbled, “Brat, give me a heads-up the next time you break through so that this old man can do some mental preparation. Otherwise, you’re going to give me a heart attack someday.”
“You’re in soul form now, Ol’ President. How would you even get a heart attack? Hehehe,” Meng Lei replied with a laugh.
His eyes couldn’t help but fall on the stats interface, and then, he was dumbstruck.
Host: Meng Lei
Race: Human (Contains Fire Dragon bloodline and Fire Demon bloodline)
Physical Body Constitution: Eighth-Grade Warrior (361,456/1,000,000)
Spirit: Great Ninth-Grade Magician (1,250,162/1,000,000,000)
Magic Power: Great Ninth-Grade Magician (1,031,539/1,000,000,000)
Spiritual Power: 250,000 + 1,000,000 = 1,250,000
Yes, no mistakes there!
Magic Power: 30,000 + 1,000,000 = 1,030,000!
No mistakes there, either!
But what was the deal with the ‘1,000,000,000’ at the back?
One, ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand... Hundred million!
1 billion!
Meng Lei’s eyes widened big and round at once.
1 billion? A great Ninth-Grade Magician’s stats upper limit is 1 billion? Are you kidding me?!
Meng Lei held his chest, suddenly feeling great pain in his chest area. He had initially thought that by leveraging the advantages that the system brought and killing Magical Beasts without restraint, the day he would attain Saint Domain level was well within sight.
One to two months if the progress was fast, or half a year to a year if it was slow.
But in his instant, he suddenly found the Saint Domain realm so far away from him. It was far, far away, as far as a few galaxies away from him.
He couldn’t see any hope at all!
Having an upper limit of 1 billion for his stats meant that he needed to accumulate 10 billion gold coins before breaking through the limit and attaining Saint Domain level!
“That’s 10 billion! 10 billion, you know! I probably won’t be able to earn that much, even in my entire lifetime!” Meng Lei wanted to cry.
He had scarcely been able to earn a huge windfall through the ant tide this time and take advantage of the opportunity to break through to Great Ninth-Grade Magician. He hadn’t even rejoiced for that long before the harsh reality dealt him a head-on blow.
Why?
Why did I need only 10 million gold coins to break through to ninth-grade, but breaking through to Saint Domain has actually increased by a whole 1,000 times?!
Why the hell is that?!
“What’s the matter, brat? Why are you crying?” Ol’ Amos was rather perplexed when he noticed that Meng Lei’s expression didn’t look right. “Isn’t it just breaking through to Great Ninth-Grade Magician level? Do you need to be that worked up about it? Even this old man wasn’t as ridiculously agitated as you when I broke through to Saint Domain level back then!”
“Me? Agitated? Why the hell would I be agitated?!” Meng Lei couldn’t help but break into a rant. “Do you know how badly I’ve been freaking duped?! I’ve been fired from my job, and my wife has run away, too! Who the hell am I supposed to go to for justification?!”
“(⊙o⊙)”
Ol’ Amos was dumbfounded. “What kind of crazy talk are you saying, brat?”
“I’m not crazy! I’m just petrified by how poor I am!” Meng Lei was on the brink of tears. “I need money! I need a huge sum of money now!”
1 billion?
Where am I going to get that kind of money?
Meng Lei looked up and suddenly glanced at the currently receding ant tide. Without another word, he charged over like a lunatic and arrived right above the ant tide.
“My life is too difficult! Don’t hold it against me!”
Meng Lei raised his arms high. A terrifying might that went through the heavens and deep into the ground emanated from him, and the Fire Elements within a radius of a few kilometers of where he was converged madly toward him.
Boom, boom, boom!
One!
Two!
Three!
...
As innumerable soldiers watched on in astoundment, ten brilliant suns appeared in the sky out of the blue. They were incredibly huge, blinding, and scorching hot. They gave off astonishing heat, causing even the blazing sun hanging high above in the sky to pale in comparison.
“A n-ninth-grade spell!”
“That’s the Ninth-Grade Spell, Heavenly Fire Meteor!”
“Hiss!”
All the soldiers on top of the city walls sucked in a breath of air. Then, they watched powerlessly as the ten blazing suns plummeted from the skies, as though meteors blazing across the night sky, and crashed brutally onto the ground.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Amid the shocking explosions, ten mushroom clouds surged into the sky before converging to form an even bigger mushroom cloud.
Flames blazed furiously on the ground in front of the city, while the entire area within a radius of a few kilometers turned into a sea of fire.
Crackle, crackle!
All the Bloodthirsty Iron-Crystal Ants in the area were burned straight into ashes, not leaving behind even a bit of themselves.
“Nobody can escape today! Eighth-Grade Spell, Toppling Mountains And Quaking Earth!”