Chapter 1424 - 558: Time for Me to Leave the Classroom...
Chapter 1424: Chapter 558: Time for Me to Leave the Classroom...
Inside the director’s office at the Abyssal Observation Station, time seems to have solidified into amber.
Uther sits quietly at that slightly worn oak desk, fingers gently stroking the marks of time within the wood grain.
Outside the window, the dark red glow tainted by the Abyss breathes through the dissected layer, spilling onto his increasingly transparent palms like a bloody veil.
The once-solid aggregates of Magic Power are transforming into a more pure state.
He can feel that the flame of life which has burned for thousands of years is finally about to offer its last drop of wax to the darkness.
His "Void Remains"—the miracle that once allowed him to cross the boundary between life and death—is now irreversibly dissipating from its bindings.
Thoughts become as clear and transparent as stars, each notion carrying a crystal-like purity;
Yet his body feels light enough to drift away with the wind in the next moment, becoming a speck of dust in the river of History.
Memories surge like tides.
Uther was born in the latter part of the Third Era, a time of war and turmoil.
He still remembers the shock he felt when he first encountered knowledge.
It was amidst the ruins of a library destroyed by artillery fire, a fragmented alchemy basics textbook lay quietly among the debris, its pages gleaming under the setting sun.
The starving orphan picked up that book with trembling hands.
Since then, knowledge became the only light in his life.
During those nights of wandering and scarcity.
While other orphans scuffled for a piece of bread, he clutched stolen books, reading voraciously under the moonlight.
The faint light of knowledge pierced through the haze of survival, giving him a sense of purpose to live.
It was not so much studying to survive, but living to study.
He remembered his teacher, the same great yet unknown wise one.
During the last moments of the elderly man’s life, he sat alone in the cold laboratory with an eternally unfinished formula before him.
When his assistant discovered him, his hand still held the pen poised.
His eyes fixed on the unsolved Rune matrix on the blackboard, face cloaked in deep regret.
No farewells, no last words.
No one even knew what he wished to say in those final moments.
That scene, like a brand etched deeply into young Uther’s heart, became a nightmare spanning thousands of years.
"The flames of knowledge, if unwitnessed, no matter how brilliant, will ultimately return to darkness."
Uther muttered softly, as if afraid of disturbing something.
His gaze passed through the Abyss fog outside the window, seemingly seeing farther places.
There are countless pairs of eyes yearning for knowledge, searching for light in the darkness.
He does not want to accept such an ending.
Rather than fade away in lonely silence, he prefers to write the final sentence of his life on the grandest stage, amid countless eyes thirsty for knowledge.
This is both to fulfill the pledge he made in youth and to compensate for his teacher’s past regrets:
To declare to the entire world that legacy is the eternal flame of the Wizard Civilization.
He slowly raised his right hand.
Magic Power flowed from his fingertips, activating the Communication Crystal on the desk.
On the other end of the Crystal, it connects to his most eminent student alive.
The Rune patterns on the Crystal’s surface slowly light up, like stars awakening in the night sky.
Soon, Cassandra’s cool face appeared in the projection, her purple eyes showing rare concern.
"Master?" Her voice trembled: "Your aura..."
"Cassandra." Uther’s voice was gentle, like the warm sun of autumn:
"Please notify the School Alliance for me."
His gaze turned to the moon setting in the west outside the window:
"My final lecture is about to commence."
......
The news, like a great stone thrown into a lake, spread ripples at unimaginable speed.
From the Crystal Tower in the Central Lands, to the outposts at the borders;
From the Abyssal Observation Station, to the Otherworld’s forward bases...
Every corner of the Wizard Civilization echoes with the same name: Uther.
This living legend, this wise Uther whose pupils fill the world.
Is about to conduct the last lecture of his life at "Truth Square" in "Dawn Harbor," Central Lands.
Within three days of the news, Dawn Harbor nearly overwhelmed with visitors.
Wizards from various schools and levels flocked to this ancient city like waves.
Among them are elderly deans with white hair, spirited young masters, and ignorant apprentices just embarking on the wizard’s path.
Truth Square, a gigantic open-air amphitheater accommodating ten thousand, began urgent Array setups.
Sound transmission Array, image amplification Array, and boundary orders stacked layer upon layer.
Ensuring everyone present can clearly see and hear this final transfer of wisdom.
Simultaneously, the communication departments of each school worked overtime to adjust remote projection equipment.
The wizards who, due to distance or duties, could not personally attend, also yearned to witness this historic moment.
On the third morning after the news, Truth Square.
The morning mist still lingering, a dense crowd already filled the square.
Viewed from above, it’s like a quiet and solemn ocean of black robes.
The young apprentices freshly enrolled stood on the outermost perimeter.
With eyes filled with curiosity and awe.
Many still clutching textbooks Uther and Professor Yutel helped compile, pages yellowed and curled from frequent reading.