Chapter 108: Prison Evil Valley

Having been confined in the great prison for two hundred years, they were overcome with loneliness. So, when this strange, unknown creature suddenly appeared before them, their excitement was boundless.

An aged wizard, sensing his imminent demise, suddenly clung to the black iron bars and cried out, "That cube! Will you become my apprentice? You can learn the Coiled Serpent Wizardry school that I founded! Had it not been for the Alchemist Emperor suppressing us, I would have been the most powerful wizard of my era! I can devise the perfect cultivation method for you."

"Nonsense!"

Another elderly wizard, puffing and glaring through the bars in exasperation, retorted, "It's undeniably *my* lineage of wizardry that is the strongest! In my prime, countless young, gifted wizards knelt at my door, begging for tutelage, and I turned them all away. For you to come and learn from my domain now is an immense blessing! Kneel down and become my disciple immediately, and I might deign to accept you!"

"Two defeated losers, daring to brag..."

Arguments erupted all around them.

"Silence, all of you. I will teach her."

From the shadows, an ancient half-orc harpy rose, her gaze sweeping over the surrounding wizards through the bars.

An immediate, deathly silence fell. No one dared to utter another sound. This was Emeri, King of the Half-Orc Kingdom, a super-monster whose terror had been absolute in his time.

The mere mention of "Emeri's" name had been enough to send even these legendary top-tier wizards scattering in fear.

Emeri, trembling slightly, suddenly furrowed her brow and proposed, "How about we teach her together? We were all the defeated of our era, vanquished by the Alchemist Emperor. But our knowledge must not be taken to our graves. Let us see if a disciple, taught jointly by us, can become the second Alchemist Emperor!"

A stunned silence met her words, then faces around them shifted, revealing reluctance.

They had each been among the most powerful beings of their age, from a dazzling era that birthed countless geniuses. Had it not been for the advent of the Alchemist Emperor, they would have... But now, to ask them to set aside their dignity and jointly instruct one individual...

Emeri furiously chastised them, exclaiming, "At a time like this, what 'sectarian views' are you still clinging to? Do you intend to take your wizardry with you to the grave? Evil gods are invading, our world hangs in the balance! Among us wizards, a second Alchemist Emperor *must* arise to save this dark age. And you would still hoard your precious spells?"

Silence descended, and within them, a flicker of conviction stirred.

Though they had vied for power, they were not heartless. They had heard from Charlotte about the arrival of the Cthulhu evil god and how even the terrifying ancient entity, Medusa the Death Emperor, who had recently returned, found herself powerless.

Suddenly, someone sneered:

"If you won't teach her, I will! Our entire lives were spent in defeat at the hands of the Alchemist Emperor; to have existed in the same era as him was both our greatest fortune and our profound misfortune. But if our disciple, if she could..."

"Teach! The culmination of my life's work must not perish with me!"

"Don't let her begin cultivation yet! With her unique qualities, we can inscribe runic spell formations directly onto her body. We should base this on Charlotte's mental space spell, then integrate our individual wizardry expertise to devise the most perfect, comprehensive replicated runic pattern, one that embodies all our combined abilities, and engrave it upon her!"

"Hahaha! We shall surpass the Alchemist Emperor! If he could devise a path, why can't we?" someone declared, their voice filled with youthful vigor despite their advanced age.

One must understand that those imprisoned here were formidable overlords who had dared to rebel against the Alchemist Emperor: super-monsters from major wizardry sects, founding masters of various schools, and even the King of the Half-Orc Kingdom's avian-humanoid race.

They were ancient, with only a few years, perhaps even mere moments, left to live. In their lives of failure, they still harbored a profound desire to leave something behind in this world, to prove their existence.

One year passed.

Three years passed.

Outside, the "organs" and evil gods had already cultivated to Level Two Wizards, with some faster ones even reaching Level Three.

Yet Pandora remained an ordinary person.

Upon her arrival, she had been brimming with ambition. Now, however, she was the weakest among them, far surpassed even by the "salted fish" players who spent their time storytelling and brewing wine.

"Let her begin cultivating! The evil gods outside have grown far too powerful and are already restless! Otherwise, when the Cthulhu evil god revives and awakens from ancient times, if she's only a Level Three or Four Wizard, she'll be utterly incapable of facing this earth-shattering cataclysm..."

"Not enough! Still not enough! Wait longer!"

"Her current rectangular form is incredibly sturdy, like the embryo of a sword. If we can guide her to continuously forge herself using her own mental power, transforming into a holy sword, she might just rival the Sword of Mokliss of old!"

"You're insane! That's impossible!"

"Not necessarily impossible! If we're going to do it, we must aim for the best! The Sword of Mokliss, a divine holy sword granted to humanity—no one knows what material it was forged from, but in my view, the material of this cube before us closely resembles what is described in the ancient records!"

"Nonsense! Nonsense!"

Countless wizards were arguing heatedly.

Even Charlotte, the prison warden, joined the fray, arguing until her face was red, all of them engrossed in devising the optimal strategy.

In the fifth year, a comprehensive plan was finally formulated. To everyone's immense anticipation, Pandora at last began her cultivation. Half a month later, Pandora, with tears streaming down her face, finally ascended to the meager realm of a Level One Wizard.

"Five years! And I'm finally a lowly Level One Wizard!"

Pandora was heartbroken, finding reality to be rather bleak.

"No, no, that's not right! For this wind magic, you need to feel as if you're stepping on the very tip of the wind!" an ancient wizard in a wheelchair, who had lost both legs, bellowed. "Try it again!"

"This afternoon, you will attend my class. Come, learn alchemy from me; I was the strongest alchemist of my era."

"No, that's still not right! The mental magic of our lineage, the Eye of Eternal Night, is a spiritual illusion. To use eye techniques to bewitch others, you must first see through the 'god' in your heart, utterly devoid of reverence!" Charlotte, living her second life and currently in her prime, was also teaching, and she was exceptionally strict.

Half a month later, in her room.

"This is like the Valley of Villains from 'The Legendary Siblings,' with every skilled individual acting as my master. These old monsters, all from over two hundred years ago, are teaching me alchemy, mental magic, curse magic, protective magic...

When I finally emerge, the world will surely tremble. Those seven red-named players outside are utterly repulsive; I must bring them to justice!

As for those damned invaders, the evil gods, I will seal them completely and drive them out... And now, I have finally become a Level One Wizard, and I possess mental power."

Pan Yuxian pondered for a moment, then directed her gaze towards the plant on the table before her.

This was the moment of truth. She was about to activate the runic patterns that countless old masters had collectively constructed on her cube-like form—a spell rooted in "mental space" and representing the wizards' accumulated wisdom—to see if it would succeed.

"To draw in a human soul is clearly beyond my current level. I can only test this mental magic on a plant for now." As a Level One Wizard, she activated 'mental space' towards the potted plant.

*Whoosh.*

Her mind stirred.

Yet nothing happened. Even the plant's minuscule soul remained undisturbed.

The surrounding wizards paled, as if struck by a severe blow. Could it be that they, this group of sealed old monsters, had become senile and had spent years researching something utterly useless?

"Impossible!"

"How can it fail to even affect a plant's weak soul!"

"According to our calculations, a Level One Wizard should already possess formidable power. How can this be?"

"We're wrong!"

"But where did we go wrong?"

"No, it's not that nothing happened at all." Charlotte suddenly realized something, her mental perception incredibly sharp. "The plant hasn't moved, but a single grain of sand from the flowerpot has vanished."

"Yes, could it be...?"

"Quick, sense your mental space!"

Throughout the prison, countless old wizards' faces contorted with shock and excitement.

Pan Yuxian paused, then quietly probed the mental space within her. To her astonishment, a single grain of sand silently floated within the darkness.

Not only could it interact with minds, but also with physical objects?

"This is... spatial magic? I can store things? Am I... a spatial ring?" Pan Yuxian's mind reeled with disbelief.