Witch: Accumulate Experience Through The Knight Breathing Technique

Chapter 2234: Chapter 477: Mistress Joins the Party, Madman Lich!

Lord Victor said:

“You can go without worry.”

In the Fire Dragon Shop’s Weapon Refinement room.

The Holy Infant took out the remaining 6 blood scales.

Lord Victor said:

“The Venerable Blood Scales is indeed a good person, giving us exactly 13 blood scales, which perfectly align with the God Fallen Heavenly Star Thirteen Kill Array, it was destined for this calamity.”

The Holy Infant said:

“Perhaps so, the universe’s myriad things operate and change within the unseen, following their own trajectories, every sip and bite are connected.”

…

Hell.

The eighth layer.

A shadow of a black-armored swordsman played with the White Bone Sword in his hand, riding a majestic White Tiger, walking and stopping. On his shoulder, a winged mouse made a soft noise, pointing like an immortal, eyes gleaming.

In the blink of an eye, Levi had already wandered in Hell for a year, following Jin, he gained some Hell’s Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, even finding a lost Seven-Ring High-Grade Witch Artifact in Hell, named [Bone’s Sorrow], a secret sword worth quite a bit.

A small tavern suddenly appeared ahead, dim light reflecting Hell’s dusk.

Inside was a vague vivacious noise of drinking and gambling.

This scene reminded Levi of the former Shining Tavern.

After the fall of Rosa Witch, the management rights of the Shining Tavern were transferred to Levi for free, and he sent someone to take over, making it one of the Dusk Holy Temple’s intelligence departments.

The Glittering Legends were still those few, no new additions. The legendary knight had already become a symbol of the old era, commemorating those bygone days.

“Have a drink.”

Levi rode the majestic White Tiger and stepped inside.

The customers in the tavern were a group of bizarre-looking undead creatures, undead skeletons, bone demons, spectres, skeleton knights… They drank, letting the wine flow through their skeletal frames, spilling onto the floor.

Seeing Levi, a living person, did not surprise them, deterred by Levi’s powerful aura, they dared not disturb him.

These undead, able to mingle on the eighth layer, were all cunning and powerful, with some reaching level 6 and above.

“Owner, bring the best wine.”

Levi shouted, voice like thunder.

“Wine’s coming!”

A skeleton wearing gentleman’s attire and a top hat dragged a bottle of ghostly green wine through the crowded throng.

Levi took the wine and drank it in one gulp, pointing at the towering mountains in the distance, and a bone tower stood there, asking:

“Whose residence is that? Looks like a wizard’s place.”

The skeleton’s eye sockets gazed into the distance, saying:

“You’re new to the eighth layer, right? This area, known as [Undead Paradise], including our tavern, is sheltered by that bone tower. Even Hell’s devil lords dare not provoke it. The owner of that bone tower is called [Mr. Lost Heart], secretly someone calls him… Madman Lich.”

Levi said:

“I see, thank you.”

Upon entering this area, he felt a barely perceptible sense of probing and watching, suspecting a powerful being; it turned out to be a lich.

Being able to openly establish a wizard tower on the eighth layer requires significant capability, both in strength and background.

Since it’s someone else’s territory, Levi, who originally planned to recruit some undead, lost interest, and after finishing his drink, turned and left.

Upon reaching a wilderness area, an old gentleman stood by the roadside, wearing glasses with an elegant and simple scholarly air, exuding a Seven Rings Perfection aura.

“Sir Levi, my old master invites you to visit.”

Levi’s expression remained calm, saying:

“I have some matters to attend to, maybe next time.”

The old gentleman smiled politely:

“Very well, safe travels, sir.”

He watched Levi’s figure disappear into the distance. Within the bone tower, a voice seemed to call out.

“Come back, Blade.”

The old gentleman’s figure disappeared into the wilderness.

In the study, an elder in a white robe, somewhat gaunt with slightly greenish skin, was studying something with a pile of crystal balls. He was Mr. Lost Heart.

Blade said:

“This person is quite cautious, declining the old master’s invitation.”

Mr. Lost Heart raised his head, smiling:

“Surely those undead in the tavern told him I’m a madman, scared him off. No matter, time is on our side, he will surely come again.”

…

Leaving Undead Paradise.

Levi casually found a Devil City, waiting for the Netherworld Market to open.

“Mr. Lost Heart? In the current high levels of the School of Death, I haven’t heard of such a being, at least an Eight Ring Perfection, possibly even a Grand Wizard lich.”

The most famous lich in the Wizard World is the Hellwalker.

This person is an ancient figure in the Wizard World and the only openly Grand Wizard level lich. But that one works by the Wizard Council, spending years in the Central Realm.

“However, although Mr. Lost Heart is powerful, he doesn’t seem malicious.”

This kind of unclear motive invite, Levi certainly wouldn’t attend.

“The Netherworld Market is opening!”

In the sky, the vast Nether River appeared again, a mast ship slowly descended, and the devils rushed aboard in a bustling stream.

“Looks like those grandpas and grandmas crowding the market in my past life…”

With a huge sum of 2.4 billion Joss Paper, Levi entered the ship.

On the plaza, a brawny man with a tiger head stood with arms crossed, staring wide-eyed at Levi.

The brawny man felt a shiver in his heart.

“This guy again?”

Last time he was on the seventh layer, now he dares to wander the eighth layer? The number of level 8 powerhouses here is incomparable to the seventh layer.

Remembering last time checking this person’s lifespan, the brawny man felt his eyes hurt, immediately closing them to rest.

Levi was already picking and choosing at the stalls.

“Host God Fruit, 200 million Joss Paper, buy!”

The Host God Fruit is of no use to him now, but it’s stored up for future needs.

“Soul Stones, 1 piece for 5 million Joss Paper, take them all!”

In a blink, he had collected another eighty Soul Stones.

“It’s truly the eighth layer of Hell, all good stuff.”

In this way, Levi now had nearly two hundred Soul Stones, and refining them all would increase his spiritual force by about a thousand points.

Of course, gaining too much spiritual force in a short time would be overwhelming, and it’d be excessive, requiring phased, batch-wise, and reasonable refinement and absorption.

In the Wizard World, Soul Stones are indeed the hard currency.

With the Blood Battle starting, their value surged.

Previously worth five hundred thousand Aether Stone, now exceeded one million.

Yet even so, you can’t buy them at all.

Unless a wizard is particularly in need of money, no one would sell Soul Stones.

These things directly enhance spiritual force and are crucial for wizards with low meditation efficiency!