Arcane Age

This was not Xi Wei's first time traveling across planes. He had stayed in the deep sea plane for more than a month, and the speed of time passing in that plane was exactly the same as that of the main material plane where Orrente was.

So what is the reason that causes time to pass so fast in this new plane!

This is a question worth pondering, because time is even more important than space, and this is even related to the nature of the multidimensional planes in which Orrente lives.

But from a practical perspective, this is obviously very good news!

The time difference is 4 to 1, which means that the Chenguang wheat you plant can be harvested at least four times a year!

A bumper harvest of food is not a problem!

In addition, it also gave Xi Wei much needed time!

Where has Xi Wei reached on the path of magic now?

Whether it is the elemental spells that have begun to penetrate the mysteries of ether, or the void spells inherited by Grodik, as long as he follows these two paths, Xi Wei will definitely be able to break through the magic master.

However, Xi Wei was not in a hurry to advance to the master level because he believed that his accumulation was not strong enough.

For several other magic schools, his understanding is still at the superficial stage, and he does not know enough about the core level of the essence of magic.

Under such circumstances, pursuing the master's certificate cannot achieve perfect promotion.

But it takes a lot of time to truly understand and learn all the schools of magic, and Xi Wei is short of time now.

In the target plane where the belief is about to be ruled by the big blue cute god Zero, the elements are meager, but it does not affect Xi Wei's thinking and perception!

Now Xi Wei still has six second-level void inscriptions that he has not yet mastered, but he can shorten this time to the extreme in the target plane.

This is a very rare opportunity. In other words, Xi Wei will spend most of his time on perception and understanding on the target plane.

After listening to Xiwei's description, Natalia and others expressed that they also wanted to take a look. Unfortunately, they did not know space magic and could only wait until Xiwei established a stable plane channel before they could go.

Xi Wei once again came to the secret room under the Mage Tower. When he was not venturing out, the legendary magical object, the Ether Ball, had been placed in the densest place of the arcane crystal mine and slowly gathered to replenish the consumed elements.

Since the elements in the target plane were too thin, Xi Wei could only bring the ether ball there and absorb the magic power from it to supplement the cost of casting.

This time Xi Wei only stayed in Violet Academy for half a day before he activated the astral shuttle spell again and returned to the target plane.

"Time passes at different speeds?" Zero asked doubtfully, "How could this happen in a universe?"

"It's an unsolvable mystery. At least we have no way of knowing the reason now, but this is obviously good news!" Xi Wei spread his hands: "By the way, has your first believer been inspired?"

"The most suitable target has been selected. In the past two days, I have entered his dream through spiritual power. Tonight is the last time to inspire him. There should be no suspense about his success!"

Atu was the most powerful warrior of the Snow Mountain Tribe, ever.

He is now over thirty years old, and has entered the ranks of the elderly in the Snow Mountain Tribe where the average lifespan is only forty years old.

He originally had a happy family, with five wives and twelve children. However, due to the defeat of the warriors of the Snow Mountain Tribe he led in the war with the Salt Lake Tribe five years ago, the Salt Lake Tribe's army rampaged through their territory. As they plundered the mountains, the Snow Mountain tribe had to pay a lot of property and slaves to survive.

As the chief culprit for the defeat of the war, Attu's five wives and twelve children were all given to the Salt Lake tribe as slaves. He became dejected and embarrassed, lying in the only dilapidated cabin left, not far from death.

However, just when his body was extremely weak and he was on the verge of death, a gentle and sacred voice suddenly echoed in his ears, guiding him to stand up again.

"Climb to the top of the majestic snow-capped mountains, and you will receive the salvation given to you by God!"

Since the defeat five years ago, Atu has become numb and has lost hope in life. All he has done is wait for death, but his vitality is very strong and he cannot die no matter what.

He did not take the divine guidance to heart this time, but the gentle and divine voice appeared again the next night, still saying the same words.

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt as if he was flying into the sky, flying straight to the top of the snow-capped mountains that seemed to be inserted into the blue sky, and saw the magnificent sacred temple located on the top of the snow-capped mountains!

Waking up from the dream again, Artu's numb eyes flashed again. He stood up tremblingly. Is there really a god?

Is it that God who wants to save his own destiny?

However, he is no longer the most powerful warrior of the tribe, his muscles have become flabby, and his skin has turned pale from not seeing the sun for a long time. Compared with other blue-skinned compatriots, he looks like a ghost!

Even when I was young, I probably couldn’t climb such a steep snow-capped mountain, right?

On the third night, Artu's dream turned into a glittering dream. He seemed to have returned to his youth, with five wives standing quietly around him and twelve children, large and small, playing in the room. , that was the best time in my life!

Artu looked at all this in disbelief. He knew it was a dream, but he was unwilling to wake up from this beautiful dream. His old hands tremblingly caressed the faces of his wife and children. His old wrinkled face burst into a bright smile!

However, when the sun rose, Artu woke up from his dream again. Only two lines of dried tears proved the existence of this dream.

Atul stood up, put on the only set of clothes and shoes he had saved as a mattress, pushed open the half-broken wooden door, and walked out of his hut.

Great God, if you really exist, please save my fate; if this is just my illusion, then let me die on the snowy mountain. This is also the best destination in my life!

Atu walked tremblingly among the snow mountain tribes. Everyone along the way looked at him with hatred and hostility.

Although five years have passed, almost every family in the Snow Mountain Tribe has relatives who were given as slaves to the Salt Lake Tribe. The Snow Mountain Tribe, which originally had more than 8,000 people, was already the most powerful tribe in the region, but now it is so weak. Extreme.

The children running around looked innocent, but when they passed by him, they all spat at him, and streaks of sticky liquid hung on his thin clothes.

Atu was unmoved, as if he hadn't seen all this at all. He just walked forward firmly. In his eyes, he only saw the extremely steep white snow-capped mountain and the mysterious temple on the top of the mountain!