Chapter 974

Chapter 968 Let me see if you can do what I have done before?

Star City, nestled within the White Cardamom Farm, resembles a city floating on an obsidian inverted triangle foundation in space. Above the city, celestial stars rotate rapidly, each a unique spiritual force.

This is a miracle of the architect.

Locke and the wizard Guberdin walked along, observing everything, feeling that every corner of this magical city seemed to exude some complex and profound magical power.

They arrived at the very center of the city, where a triangular stone pillar appeared, extending infinitely upwards and forwards, flowing with countless streams of spiritual energy.

When Locke’s palm touched what appeared to be a pillar, he realized it was the root of some kind of high-level magical plant, and in fact, it was alive. Countless kinds of spiritual energy surged through it, its immense vitality astonishing. Compared to this, the combined spiritual energy of all the magical plants in his hand was like a drop in the ocean.

“If this is the root, then there must be the mature part of this demonic plant above this triangular central stone pillar.”

Locke looked up at the sky, but saw that the stone pillar stretched endlessly into the sky, and he could only see the starry sky below.

Wizard Guberdin chuckled, “This is the Sky-Full Peach, also known as the Sky-Full Tree.”

“It can store many types of spiritual energy; it’s our Golden Crown Mountain’s spiritual energy storage warehouse, and also the spiritual energy storage warehouse within this key laboratory. You can find all sorts of spiritual energy here.”

“Everything imaginable. Add to that the various spiritual macros stored in Star City, and if a wizard stores their memories at the root of the Sky-Full Peach, they can use the Star City’s spiritual macros and the spiritual energy within the Sky-Full Peach to create a parallel world based on those stored memories.”

“I’ll take you wizards into this parallel world and let you experience what happened within those memories.”

“The ancestral wizards left five memories of their past experiences here, and later, the Truth Wizard and the Throne Wizard also left their memories here. By using the spiritual energy and macros of Star City and the Sky-Full Tree, we can create parallel worlds.”

Locke hadn’t expected such a method to create parallel worlds.

The archaeological patriarch had given him a historical parallel spell that could create parallel worlds by interpreting negative energy particle field information from the past.

This key laboratory can create parallel worlds through a special magic array, a high-level magical plant, and a memory from advanced wizards.

This seems to be a different method of creating parallel worlds from different magical directions.

Of course, as expected of a key laboratory, the so-called dimensional survival game isn’t virtual; it’s a legitimate creation of parallel worlds.

Of course, parallel worlds should be different.

Locke pondered, because parallel worlds created with the Parallel History Charm seem to be based on a significant historical event, while this dimensional survival game at the White Cardamom Farm relies on wizards’ memories; even the spatial attributes of these parallel worlds might be different. The Parallel

History Charm allows one to bring out an object that was destroyed in history but truly existed, from a parallel history to this universe.

However, the parallel universe on the White Cardamom Farm’s towering trees seems to only bring out information, because according to the introduction of the Alarite wizard Guberdin, he can only bring out information from the parallel history here.

Locke suspected that the reason they could only retrieve information was because he and the wizard Guberdin lacked sufficient authority. After all, they were only second-ring wizards and didn’t know what the third-ring level was like.

Perhaps third-ring wizards could retrieve something from parallel worlds.

Locke gazed at the base of the triangular stone pillar in the distance. Why was everyone so eager to enter the key laboratory? This key laboratory was an immense opportunity.

Ordinary wizards weren’t like him; he had narrowly escaped death, only accidentally obtaining a limited number of uses of the Historical Parallelism Charm from the archaeological patriarch. And if a senior researcher from Golden Crown Mountain had the opportunity to enter, it seemed they could use the Plane Center mini-game multiple times, entering these parallel worlds.

This… benefit.

The Plane Center mini-game alone was enough to drive many wizards outside crazy.

Locke felt that all the previous near-death experiences had now become real rewards.

Wizard Guberdin produced an application form and stamped it with his magical seal. Immediately, a row of emblems appeared on the central triangular pillar.

Locke glanced at it and saw that there were hundreds of emblems, representing hundreds of wizards who had left their memories on it.

Wizard Guberdin chuckled, “I have opened the entrances to the memories of the three founding wizards for you.”

“However, according to the rules, you can only choose to enter the memories of one of the founding wizards of Mount Golden Crown. That is to say, you can only choose one memory from the Golden Dragon Wizard, the Iron Fist Wizard, and the Sandstorm Wizard. The Golden Dragon Wizard left five memories, the Iron Fist Wizard left thirteen, and the Sandstorm Wizard left three.” “

The Golden Dragon Wizard was a bloodline wizard and a breeder, the most famous agricultural master of the past. The Iron Fist Wizard was a wizard of the Power School and the founder of Wave Power, while the Sandstorm Wizard was a wizard of the Evocation School. He was an exceptionally skilled weatherman.”

“According to the rules, you can only enter the second memory after passing through the first one.”

“As for the memories of others, you must apply for access to the key laboratory before you can enter them voluntarily. This usually requires permission from the high-ring wizards of Golden Crown Mountain to enter their memories. If they are no longer here or have left their posts, you will also need the approval of the relevant successor or the foundation that manages them. However, the memories of the three founding wizards are the public property of our academy, so you can directly select and enter them.”

Locke nodded slightly.

He would definitely choose the Golden Dragon Wizard. Although the Iron Fist Wizard seemed to have many memories, they were all memories of power masters. He didn’t need to work as a power master, so why waste this rare opportunity to enter a parallel world?

Even if it was just a basic parallel world experience that could bring out information, it was still a resource that wizards outside would crave.

Locke said, “I choose to enter the Golden Dragon Wizard’s memories.”

Instantly, only the Golden Dragon Wizard’s badge remained on the central triangular stone pillar.

Wizard Guberdin said to Locke, “Now, Wizard Locke, you can explore our White Cardamom Farm on your own. The White Cardamom Farm is quite large, and you are free to move around and learn as you please.”

“If you still have any questions, you can find me in Star City.”

Wizard Guberdin smiled at Locke, then recited a spell and vanished on the spot.

Locke glanced at the spot where the wizard Guberdin had stood. No wonder the wizards of the past had praised the Alarite people’s talent in the Conjuration School of magic; such spatial teleportation ability was truly breathtaking. It was likely that the Alarite people were the ones maintaining this Cardamom Farm.

Locke touched the emblem on the central pillar of the triangle, and in an instant, he was pulled there.

The next moment, Locke was completely drawn into it.

When he opened his eyes again, he was stunned, because…

“The feeling of this plane of existence is… this is the Wizarding World?”

Locke’s eyes widened. Before him was a world covered in snow, a world with extremely low magic. The abundant magical energy that usually permeated the Wizarding World was now completely gone.

“How is this possible…”

Locke frowned, because as a Star Ring wizard, no one knew the strangeness of this world better than him. If this was the Wizarding World, why was the magical energy density here… even lower than Corfu?

Has the wizarding world ever experienced such a low-magic period?

In what era?

Golden Crown Mountain is one of the protagonists of the Pureblood Era, while this place is a memory of the Golden Dragon Wizards. Therefore, this couldn’t be a very distant period. Could it be that around the time of the modern magical era, the wizarding world experienced a period with a near-magic-free environment?

Locke saw three wizards before him, all dressed in black wizard robes, planting magical plants on the cold, hardened frozen soil. A quick glance at the magical plants in the field revealed that they were all ancient two-grain wheat-type magical plants.   This

meant that these wheat magical plants were not the modern wheat magical plants of Golden Crown Mountain, but rather an earlier type of wheat magical plant. Magical plants have evolved over time.   Many magical plants commonly used in wizarding civilizations did not exist in the past; they were bred by breeders generation after generation throughout history. However, over time, later breeders and wizards might have used hybrid or grafted materials—special varieties bred by generations of breeders—when cultivating new magical plants.   Wheat magical plants have undergone multiple rounds of evolution and elimination.   Locke recalled the main periods of cultivation and breeding of two-grain wheat, which should be the Pureblood Era or the Great Void Exploration Era.   ’In the past of the wizarding world, especially during the Great Void Exploration Era, two-grain wheat was indeed not a primary magical food, but merely a backup. Wait, wheat-type magical plants are indeed more cold-resistant than other staple magical plants, so the evolution of two-grain wheat into modern wheat was due to this great winter between the Great Void Exploration Era and the Pureblood Era?’ ‘   Then the current period here is probably between the Great Void Exploration Era and the Pureblood Era, and it is very likely that this great winter led to the transition between eras.’   The three old wizards were emasculating the wheat in the wheat field, a crucial step in hybridization. The wheat’s caryopsis was cut off, and the stamens were removed, but the pistil column was not damaged, meaning the wheat could not self-pollinate.   This way, wheat with intact stamens could be brought here for hybridization with these emasculated wheat.   This was a very troublesome step.   Among all staple magical plants, wheat grains possess the highest hardness, along with their defensive awns. Locke recalled that Two-Grain Wheat was a first-ring magical plant whose awns contained various natural magical structural components, resembling the hardest diamond thorns in the world. Ordinary wizard apprentices would find their palms covered in blood in no time if they approached.   Even first-ring wizards often ended up with bloodied hands when dealing with these wheat magical plants.   Hybridizing wheat magical plants was the most difficult and dangerous task among all staple magical plants,   due to the awns, the grains, and the unique structures of many wheat-type magical plants.   The three old wizards before him had their palms covered in scratches from these awns, patches of bright red. Various harmful natural magical structural components were injected from the awns; lower-ring wizards would need treatment by now. It   might even require a potionist using a Focusing Spell and a monocle, along with tweezers, to painstakingly pluck the tiny wood elemental crystal clusters left by the awns from their palms.   The unique wood elemental crystal clusters characteristic of first-ring magical plants are highly specialized on wheat magical plants. The seemingly ordinary wheat awns are covered with towering clusters of wood elemental crystals resembling spears and barbs.   Even a slight touch would prick the skin, but these three old wizards, being high-ring wizards, only experienced allergic reactions, despite being pricked by the barbs multiple times during the lengthy process of emasculating these two wheat grains.   The three old wizards, drenched in sweat and with scratched hands, remained extremely focused and diligent in handling these troublesome wheat magical plants.   Using a growth-accelerating spell, they completed the hybridization of a wheat plant, which quickly flowered and bore fruit. Under their magical control, it shook itself, releasing some wheat seeds, which then germinated and grew into mature wheat plants.   But soon, these wizards, their necks wrapped in thick scarves, shook their heads. The wheat plants growing from these grains, planted in the frozen ground, would quickly wither and die without their magical support, never reaching maturity. The   magical plants they had grown using life magic were meaningless.   The current winter had already caused too much hunger and claimed too many lives; they needed to find a single wheat plant that could be planted in this barren, frozen wasteland to obtain food and the resources necessary for survival.   At that moment, an old wizard who was processing the wheat plants suddenly collapsed to the ground. The two wizards looked at him, and the old wizard raised his hand, indicating he was alright, just extremely hungry.   He took out half a flatbread from his robes and ate a sixth of it with water melted from ice he had collected from the ground. The flatbread didn’t appear to be made of white flour; it had bran attached.   The old wizard looked in Locke’s direction. “Junior brother, come here quickly. I have half a millet grain left, made into a flatbread. You haven’t eaten in a long time, have you? You can have the rest.”   Locke looked at him in surprise. For a moment, he thought it was Trajan calling him.   Was the master-disciple relationship on Mount Golden Crown always this good?   Locke walked up to him and looked at the thin flatbread in his hand. This flatbread wasn’t the exquisite food made by the enchanting school’s seasoning masters of later generations, nor was it made from any particularly powerful magical plant. It was simply a flatbread made from millet grains that had been cultivated by breeders in history, crushed and mixed with bran, then baked on a stone in the sunlight.   It wasn’t delicious, and there was nothing about it that appealed to him.

This was especially crucial for the old wizard before him. While powerful, his magical pressure was too weak; he was like a high-ring wizard who hadn’t replenished his magic for too long, his very source of power crumbling.

The wizarding world itself was too powerful, and wizards living within it couldn’t replenish their magical pressure by competing with the world for power.

Thus, this high-ring wizard was, in effect, facing a desperate situation of hunger.

Locke pushed away the half-eaten flatbread offered to him. He hadn’t eaten anything like this in a long time. In fact, since entering Golden Crown Mountain, he had rarely replenished his magical pressure through food; it was inefficient. The magical tide concentration on Golden Crown Mountain was sufficient; he could restore his magical pressure simply through meditation.

Hunger is a state that only occurs when a living being faces imminent energy depletion.

Since he could constantly replenish his power through the localized high-magic environment of Golden Crown Mountain, he naturally didn’t need to face hunger.

Locke, naturally, didn’t care much about the half-eaten flatbread and casually said to the old wizard, “Senior brother, you can have it.”

The old wizard looked at Locke strangely. As someone from this parallel world, he didn’t understand why his junior brother suddenly gave him a feeling of a changed aura.

The old wizard put away the flatbread and looked up at the wizard with the highest magical pressure among the three. That old wizard had a strange expression. He glanced at the two others and then said to the old wizard, “Golden Dragon, you should keep that flatbread. It could save your life.”

“Golden Dragon, I’m leaving.”

Locke looked at the wizard who had initially offered him the flatbread with surprise. He had always thought that the teacher among the three old wizards must be the Golden Dragon Wizard, but he never expected that this senior brother from the parallel history was actually the founding wizard of Golden Crown Mountain, the Golden Dragon Wizard.

The Golden Dragon Wizard looked at his teacher and asked, “Teacher, how long will you be gone? Are you going to another settlement to find new seeds of Twograin Wheat?”

“There must be Twograin Wheat magical plants that can grow in the frozen soil! There must be! As long as we can find such a variety, we can plant it during this long winter, and we… everyone will be saved!”

The teacher lowered his head and shook it, saying, “No. Golden Dragon, you don’t understand… I’m preparing to leave the wizarding world.”

“An old friend of mine has made progress in his research. Although the Golden Route collapsed due to the breaching of the two rivers, an old friend of mine has found a risky method. We can take a warship into the Great Flood. Although we may not be able to escape the Great Flood in the Golden Route using a void warship, if we can, we can leave this hopeless world. We can find a new world in the endless void and start anew there. We can create a brand new world that belongs only to us.”

“He has completed the entire plan.”

“Jinlong, I know you won’t leave this world, so I’ve decided to take the students who are willing to leave with me. This is for the best; the future is uncertain, and after this parting, we don’t know which branch will ultimately survive.”

“Jinlong, our Donghuang Mountain lineage originates from before the Imperial Era, enduring through time, but by our generation, our school has declined. After I’m gone, you can do as you please; you can build your own power, and you don’t need to call it Donghuang Mountain anymore. At this point, the spirit of Donghuang Mountain has dissipated. If, after we’re gone, you successfully discover magical plant food that can grow in the frozen soil, then as long as the wizarding power you establish exists, it means the legacy of Donghuang Mountain still exists. That’s enough.”

“Donghuang Mountain has an ancient heritage, unknown in the past, but we once flourished during the era of laws and decrees. I still hope that future generations will remember some of Donghuang Mountain’s history, even if they may not know it’s Donghuang Mountain.”

The Golden Dragon Wizard’s eyes were filled with tears. “Teacher… why do you suddenly have to leave? If we just persevere a little longer, we’ll definitely find the super-hardy species we’re looking for.”

“Just persevere a little longer.”

“I believe we’re about to find it.”

The old wizard sighed.

“You don’t understand, Golden Dragon. An old friend of mine has died. He died of illness. He was my best friend. We walked hand in hand on the path to truth for so many years, but his sudden death has emptied my faith.” “

I suddenly feel that there is actually another way to solve the current predicament of the two rivers breaching their banks—that is, we leave this world.”

“The Heavenly River has breached its banks. All seven tributaries have burst. The Pureblood Order blames us half-blood wizards, while we believe it’s a frame-up. In the era of exploring the Great Void, our civilization expanded too rapidly, committing too many sins. Our civilization was a mixed bag, and someone infiltrated our ranks, secretly causing the Heavenly River to breach its banks, plunging the wizarding world into a long winter.” “

The Golden Route was also submerged by the great flood, severing our connection with the other worlds. The wizarding world today is merely a prison where vast amounts of magical energy are frozen in the unexploitable depths of the earth, making communication with the outside world extremely difficult. In the past, we considered our expansion as the expansion of civilization, and a few sins and bloodshed merely minor side effects of that expansion. But now, it all feels like retribution slapped on the faces of us all.”

The old wizard of Donghuang Mountain sighed.

“Perhaps it was all destined long ago. What brings prosperity, will also bring ruin. Our civilization is now bearing the consequences of past atrocities.”

“The great golden age—the Age of Exploration in the Great Void—has ended. Even if our civilization survives this era, so what? Can you feel the hatred in the eyes of those human wizards towards us wizards? Even if we successfully enter the next era, even if we enter through our own talent and effort, how good will the next era be for us, for everyone?”

“Golden Dragon, this world is too chaotic. I’m going to lead the remaining people in a desperate gamble, to see if we can break free from this world. This is our final farewell. Whether we succeed or not, I think we will be unable to contact each other, unable to return. I hope that after this parting, we can both find our own new futures.”

“But before I leave, I want to ask you one last time: will you leave with us?”

The Golden Dragon Wizard turned to Locke, then to the people around him, to those mortals who had no chance of boarding the void warships or forcibly breaking through the flood, even though they were starving. He resolutely shook his head and said to his teacher, “Teacher, I have faith in this land. There must still be life on this land that we haven’t discovered yet. I firmly believe that as long as we continue searching, we will find that super variety of two-grain wheat that can grow in such land.”

“You said that as long as we have hope in our hearts, we can find the way forward.”

“I firmly believe I will find our future on this land, and this land has not abandoned us. And if I find it and successfully enter the next era, even if those human wizards vent all their anger over these disasters on us, I will strive to protect these rejected compatriots and find like-minded partners in the process. Because I believe there are many people like me striving in our civilization. So I will not leave the wizarding world.” The Golden Dragon Wizard clenched

his fist.

He had actually noticed the resentful looks the human wizards gave them long ago. Could he really find companions to fight against those looks?

But at this moment, he didn’t have time to think about that, because he had to find super two-grain wheat that could be planted on the frozen ground to withstand the low temperature and low magic environment.

The current magic tide concentration gradient in the wizarding world could not sustain the current population, nor could it support the current number of wizards’ rings. So wizards who could survive by simply drinking dew and breathing air in the past finally discovered in this age of magic decline how difficult survival truly was.

Hunger brings many problems, many diseases, even those afflicting wizards and high-ring wizards—all born of hunger.

Hunger and disease go hand in hand.

The Golden Dragon Wizard knew that his teacher’s old friend had also died from a disease caused by prolonged hunger.

Things that would never have happened in prosperous times, things that were unthinkable, things that were completely impossible for high-ring wizards, things that were thought to be unthinkable for them… all happen in this age of decline.

But if he could find that one Super Two-Grain Wheat, he could solve these problems with this food.

With this high-energy-density magical food, he could replace the current environment without a high concentration of magical tidal gradients, continuing to support the civilization’s population and current ring level.

The teacher from Donghuang Mountain shook his head and sighed, “Golden Dragon, you are not the savior of this civilization. We have been the savior of other worlds for far too long.”

“But look at this ending.”

He left with a large number of wizards from Donghuang Mountain, leaving only the Golden Dragon Wizard, Locke, a large group of mortals who followed them, and some wizard apprentices who were learning from the Golden Dragon Wizard.

Watching his teacher’s departing figure, the Golden Dragon Wizard clenched his fists and whispered, “I am not the savior of this world.”

“There must be many wizards like me in this world. We are all trying to save those around us in our own ways.”

“Junior Brother, aren’t you leaving too?”

Locke was bewildered. Leave?

Where could I go? This memory belongs to our ancestor, which means I definitely can’t leave this settlement with those wizards.

The Golden Dragon Wizard looked at Locke, a hint of melancholy flashing across his face, and said, “Junior Brother, now it’s just the two of us.”

The Golden Dragon Wizard went into a small hut on the frozen ground and took out a pile of documents and a large stack of paper bags marked with magical symbols.

“But it’s alright, I’ve already compiled a list of many special varieties of emmer wheat with unique traits. I’ve also written a lot of materials; you should take them and read them.”

“We two aren’t afraid either. With these materials I’ve compiled, if you can learn them diligently, you alone can do the work of three people. The two of us are equivalent to a team, so it’s more than enough.”

The Golden Dragon Wizard seemed somewhat afraid that he might feel intimidated, so he earnestly recommended his materials, sharing all the hidden knowledge about breeding without reservation. Locke, on the other hand,

sat upright and listened attentively.

Admittedly, many of these breeding methods were outdated, but the founder of Golden Crown Mountain had excellent ideas, and that was the idea he was listening to.

Locke felt that just hearing his ideas made him feel that his breeding techniques had improved significantly.

The Golden Dragon Wizard pointed to the documents in Locke’s hand and said, “Junior Brother, you should study them carefully first, don’t rush. I’ll do the work first; I believe you can do it.”

Locke nodded and said, “Okay.”

The Golden Dragon Wizard turned around and went back to work in the field. He continued to remove the tassels from the wheat grains, cutting the awns and ears with scissors. His fingers were covered in cuts.

Because magical resources were limited, the energy of the limited magical items had to be used to power the magical plants in the wheat field. Moreover, there didn’t seem to be any perfect magical gloves in this era, so he could only endure the pain and continue processing the wheat grains.

Locke, on the other hand, was looking at the documents with great interest.

This was a kind of benefit of the key laboratory; it was equivalent to training that could quickly improve his breeding skills. Just looking at these secret documents was enough to make him gain a lot.

Locke spent a day or two engrossed in reading the materials.

The grafting cultivation method frequently used for weapon-type magical plants, while allowing seeds to degenerate with each generation, could be purified and their traits restored by maintaining the mother plant and crossbreeding or grafting with those degenerated magical plants. While

complete restoration was impossible, it was sufficient for selling as standard magical plant weapons.

However, the logic for staple food magical plant seeds was completely different. Due to the need for large-scale production and trait stability, grafting was generally not used; instead, hybridization was employed.

Hybridization stabilized magical plant traits and ensured consistency in seed characteristics during large-scale production.

In the natural environment, the next generation of seeds from normal plants might not be as excellent as the previous generation of magical plants.

Just as it’s difficult to predict the strengths of a child,

grafted magical plants, even those from the same plant, still exhibited slight differences.

However, with large-scale food production, such differences could lead to significant degradation and mutation of the food, necessitating the use of hybridization to fully stabilize its traits.

Locke pondered, “Currently, the Golden Dragon Wizard’s approach primarily utilizes hybridization combined with magic frequency cultivation.”

“They don’t use the more powerful spiritual energy cultivation method because spiritual energy is too resource-intensive in this magical era, completely depleted with a single use of magical pressure, making replenishment impossible. Using this method when food is scarce is suicidal. Similarly, the finite element cultivation method faces a similar situation.” “

Furthermore, the finite element cultivation method requires cultivating numerous subspecies before creating a sword mound, converging them into a super variety. However, that’s a common practice for weapon-type magical plants. This type of plant, requiring a specific, highly specialized form, doesn’t need this method.”

Locke nodded; the Golden Dragon Wizard’s cultivation strategy was very clear and worth learning from.

But then again, weren’t using magic frequency cultivation to cultivate mutated plant factors and hybridization to aggregate the superior traits of multiple plants his strengths?

Locke placed three stalks of two-grain wheat into his synthesis cube.

Synthesis begins!

‘Although creating a super-generic variety in this low-temperature, low-magic environment is a first for me,’ he thought, ‘

if this is the condition for success, then with my current cultivation level and synthesis cube, I might as well give it a try.’

A week after arriving in this parallel world, Locke, having reviewed the current data, officially joined the Golden Dragon Wizard’s team and began working in the wheat fields.

The Golden Dragon Wizard looked up at Locke in the wheat field, who was deftly using magic shears to cut open the wheat pods and remove the male parts. He smiled, for Locke had adapted quickly and was even more capable than he had originally anticipated.

“I never expected my junior brother to be so capable. Strange, I’ve never seen him this diligent before.”

“He’s not just doing the work of three people, his efficiency is practically five.”

“He’s truly capable. It’s like he’s undergone some kind of high-efficiency training; he’s completely transformed.”

An evolutionary moon appeared behind Locke, the Moon Cultivation Method shining on a two-grain wheat plant in the field. The Golden Dragon Wizard glanced at the evolutionary moon, but for some reason, wasn’t particularly surprised.

He looked at the evolutionary moon, his eyes slightly brightening.

“Junior brother, your Great Magic construction is truly excellent. This is your path to becoming a third-circle wizard.”

Locke nodded to him, saying, “Thank you for praising me, senior brother.”

Being praised like this by the patriarch made him feel somewhat uncomfortable.

Locke looked at the magical plant before him, which had received the Moon Cultivation Method’s light, and frowned slightly. The Moon Cultivation Method allowed the surrounding dimensional information to interact with the plant’s essence, resulting in adaptive and vigorous evolution.

The problem is, resisting low temperatures isn’t difficult, but resisting low magic levels while maintaining a first-level magic plant is incredibly challenging.

So, Locke examined the magic plant illuminated by the Moon of Evolution, noting that it had indeed produced plant factors that resisted low temperatures, but hadn’t solved the problem of growing in a near-magic-free environment.

Locke wasn’t surprised, as he had anticipated this. However, if he used the Moon of Evolution in conjunction with the Magic Sun, employing the Magic Synchronization Cultivation Method, he could achieve targeted accelerated mutation.

This would speed up the process.

This was the significance of his Moon of Evolution.

Seeing this, the Golden Dragon Wizard put down a stalk of rice and wheat, looked up at Locke, and said, “Junior Brother, your ultimate magic is very suitable for our breeding science.”

“Your idea is good,”

Locke nodded slightly. He then continuously used the Moon of Evolution’s Reversion Evolution and Surging Evolution, but Reversion Evolution wasn’t very effective, as two grains of wheat wouldn’t yield much, and the current Reversion accuracy wasn’t sufficient.

He relied mainly on the Moon Cultivation Method.

A month later, Locke and the Golden Dragon Wizard had created a large number of subspecies, but they still hadn’t found the super species they were looking for.

That day, just as Locke was about to continue his previous experiments, he suddenly felt his magical pressure become chaotic.

“This is…”

Locke felt a long-lost hunger.

“This is impossible. Even in this magic-free environment, I haven’t used spells like the Spirit Breath Cultivation Method or the Reverse Magic Potion Method, which consume large amounts of magical pressure. With the Forest Sanctuary, I couldn’t possibly experience such a rapid depletion of magical pressure and hunger…”

“Wait…”

Locke thought of the cup of bitter tea he’d drunk before entering this parallel world. Good heavens, no wonder he was told to drink that tea before entering; that was the purpose.

That cup of bitter tea seemed to have the effect of disrupting his magical pressure, causing it to become unbalanced, thus making

him feel hungry prematurely. After all, insufficient energy leads to hunger, and chaotic, unbalanced magical pressure also causes hunger.

Locke felt a chill, felt hunger, and felt his magical pressure rapidly decreasing.

“Grandmaster,

you’ve really gone to great lengths.”

Locke looked at the old wizard beside him, who was looking at him with concern, and felt a mix of emotions.

The old wizard had initially looked at him with great concern, but suddenly his gaze changed. He looked at him with an air of authority, not the concerned gaze of a senior brother towards a junior, but the condescending, authoritative, and distant look of an ancestor towards a junior.

The Golden Dragon Wizard said, “Having reached this point, this memory can end. I consider you to have passed.”

“You can leave now. From now on, you can directly enter the second memory.”

“Continuing is too painful; it’s just

forcing yourself to endure something you’ve already forgotten.” “I simply want my descendants to feel again what they’ve long forgotten along the way—hunger. I believe truth lies in the daily lives of mortals, and if a wizard seeking truth no longer feels hunger and cold during the process, he no longer has those needs of mortals; he becomes completely self-sufficient, and he forgets his original intention.”

“I want each of you to recall that memory of hunger again before entering the key laboratory.”

“I believe this will be good for you, my descendants.”

Locke knew that the person before him was not the true Golden Dragon Wizard, but merely a memory he left for all his descendants, similar to an echo.

Locke frowned, and after a brief moment of thought, said, “No, I refuse. Grandmaster.”

“I dislike failure, and I dislike stopping halfway through. I originally thought you needed me to cultivate a super wheat before leaving this memory. Therefore, I had already prepared the overall plan. But now, Grandmaster wants me to leave this memory… I refuse.”

“Grandmaster, inviting me in is easy, but leaving is difficult. I must complete this breeding work before I can leave.”

The Golden Dragon Wizard’s pupils contracted slightly. “You want to complete it?”

“That’s interesting.”

The Golden Dragon Wizard looked at Locke with surprise. “Few wizards are so determined to complete this breeding work, because they know the difficulty and the ensuing predicaments and nightmares. You’re already feeling hungry; if you continue, you might starve to death and leave this memory through starvation. That would be a terrible and painful experience. But if you want to continue, that’s your right.”

“Let me see if you can do what I once did, descendant.”

(End of Chapter)