One week later, early morning.

Locke completed a night's meditation work in his bedroom.

At this moment, his normal magical pressure had steadily reached 3,300.

"In half a year, I've increased 300 points of mana." Locke said, "My mental power progress speed has increased even faster than I imagined. This speed is very likely about twice the normal improvement speed of ordinary Children of Elements."

"Looking at it this way, I'll probably only need five years to reach the liquefaction stage."

"Three years faster than originally expected."

"Moreover, I shouldn't encounter any difficulties. There are two reasons. First, I've formed a special relationship with the Natural Force plane. The Natural Force plane gives me special support, allowing me to progress rapidly. This is even stronger than the talents ordinary First Circle wizards obtain through body modifications."

"Second, is the special nature of the Forest Sanctuary permanent defensive field."

After adapting for over half a year to the First Circle wizard stage, Locke finally understood why in the Mammon demon's words, the First Circle wizard stage and the Abyss Lord stage belonged to those who first transcended their own racial limits.

Originally, mortal souls, no matter how much energy was increased, had limits to their endurance, just like how no matter how much an object's structure was optimized, its material limits would restrict its load-bearing capacity.

But wizards artificially created a new balance by inscribing permanent defensive fields on their soul surfaces, that is, wizard's magical pressure increases, permanent defensive field strength increases, and the upper limit of energy that the magical pressure shell can contain increases.

In other words, as long as one continuously increased magical pressure, one's permanent defensive field strength would rise, and one's soul limit would also rise.

"So, because the Forest Sanctuary magic can bless my soul through external forests, compared to ordinary First Circle wizards, my upper limit increases even faster, equivalent to my upper limit being above other First Circle wizards' upper limits." Locke thought, "This is part of the reason Dean Lewis mentioned for being able to increase the possibility of Second Circle wizards."

"Quite good."

"However, one can imagine how foolish wizards who inscribe attack magic on permanent defensive fields are. The main purpose of permanent defensive fields isn't for combat, but to break through one's own racial limits."

A gray dwarf servant walked in and reported to him that a first-grade wizard apprentice staff member from the potion auction house had come to invite him to the potion auction house.

The dragon fossil he had reserved at the auction house recently had a source.

Locke's eyes brightened slightly. He hurriedly commanded two cat-girl maids to dress him and tidy up, then immediately had a gray dwarf servant drive him to the potion auction house.

Half a year ago, he had indeed placed this request at the auction house.

Because he had already confirmed the source of his mysterious bloodline, he would naturally pursue dragon fossils. Through archaeological spells, he could obtain dragon bloodline essence information and accelerate the formation of his Golden Twin-Headed Dragon bloodline.

Moreover, his recent research on a First Circle magical plant based on the Large Green Owl Banana also required dragon fossils.

If he could complete the research on a First Circle magical plant, he could not only quickly elevate his breeding studies to the First Circle level, but also obtain a First Circle flying magical plant, solving his long-standing problem of insufficient flight capability.

Inside the potion auction house.

Locke looked at the trader and a formal wizard who was two meters tall, whose clothing style was clearly not from the southeastern quadrant, whose physique was enormously massive, whose entire body was full of muscular tendons, whose neck was thicker than a normal person's thigh, but whose body had obvious deformities in various places, such as abnormally protruding bones.

Locke sized up this ordinary stage First Circle wizard and looked at him with confusion.

Because the other party's appearance clearly didn't look like side effects produced by primitive bloodline modification technology, but rather like his original race was like this.

Especially his leg knee bones seemed different from humans in the southeastern quadrant. They weren't 5 bones but 2 bones, so his movement appeared very inconvenient.

He and the trader were both sitting, while this person wore wizard robes as thick as cotton clothing, standing beside the table, taciturn.

The trader was a first-grade wizard apprentice. At this moment, he respectfully bowed to Locke, very humbly, but toward the financial backer beside him, this strange formal wizard, his attitude was ordinary, just nodding casually.

And that formal wizard didn't have any objections either.

The trader said to Locke, "Lord Augustine, this Wizard Taren Barbarian Bone has a green dragon fossil in his hands. He's eager to sell it recently, so he entrusted our academy's auction house..."

Wizard Taren directly spoke, bypassing the trader, and nodded to Locke, saying, "First Circle wizard of the Great World of Truth, I do indeed have a dragon fossil."

He directly ignored the trader, took out a dragon fossil as big as a house from his astral ring, and with a "bang," smashed it on the ground. The hard dragon bones, even having become fossils, remained indestructible, smashing a huge pit in the ground.

Like a small earthquake had occurred.

The trader could only be angry but dared not speak, so he shut his mouth.

Locke looked at the fossil before him, his eyes brightening slightly. "This is indeed a fossil of the modern magical creature Green Dragon. Although the preservation technique isn't very good, it's relatively complete. The Green Dragon's wing structure is basically intact. The dragon pattern runes naturally possessed by dragon creatures on the bones have lost some. Legend has it that dragon pattern runes are the embryonic form of draconic magic script."

Wizard Taren said in a deep voice, "Yes, unfamiliar First Circle wizard of the Great World of Truth, you have good eyes. This is a dragon bone buried deep in the earth's core from the medium-scale Dragon Bone World where I was born."

"Because our world once had large numbers of dragon clans choose it as their tomb site, our world suffered a curse. All creatures born there are cursed by these hateful selfish reptiles. Those of us there have skeletal mutations from birth. We Coulomb people deeply suffer this curse, enduring pain and torment. Those mutated bones bring me piercing pain at all times. Until we received aid from the wizard civilization of the Great World of Truth."

"Only then did we slightly resolve our current predicament. But transforming a world isn't instantaneous. To complete the transformation and improve the Coulomb people's living environment will take at least a thousand years. This needs to change slowly."

Locke nodded slightly. So that was it. No wonder the trader's attitude toward him wasn't very respectful. He came from a lower world.

After becoming a formal wizard, Locke learned that the wizard world had colonized and was using different methods to colonize large numbers of planes. A world like Dragon Bone World that was naturally friendly to wizard civilization obviously chose a coexistence method of colonization.

He just didn't know which wizard academy from which wizard land was responsible.

It probably wasn't a wizard academy from the southeastern quadrant, because the White Wizard Association here only had a few planes, the largest being only a medium-scale world.

Actually, worlds below large-scale worlds could at most be called planes, while the wizard world and Endless Abyss were both super-giant unique worlds/planes.

No wonder the other party called him a First Circle wizard of the Great World of Truth. So did all lower affiliated planes of wizard civilization call the wizard world this?

Called it the Great World of Truth?

Locke nodded slightly to him, expressing some sympathy. "Wizard Taren, I believe your efforts won't be in vain. Every wizard who fights for their own and their compatriots' living environment is a fellow traveler pursuing truth."

"How many magic stones do you plan to sell your dragon bones for?"

Wizard Taren's mouth curved upward. He was clearly happy to hear Locke's words. "I want to trade quickly. I need to purchase a batch of potion resources to take back to Dragon Bone World to purify a polluted land caused by dragon bones."

"So I can sell at a price lower than market price and auction price. Fifty thousand magic stones. How about it?"