All of France: The ancient king's dream, inheriting the curse of the abyss.

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For the next six days, Logo completely immersed himself in cultivation.

The Earthly Sacred Spring truly lives up to its reputation as a treasure of heaven and earth. Even though Logo has already broken through to the intermediate level, the energy it provides is still astonishingly vast.

Logo wasn't in a hurry to practice controlling plant magic, after all, that was beginner-level magic, and there would be plenty of time later. He focused all his energy on the necromantic nebula he had just advanced to.

Six days passed quickly.

"It's not just about stabilizing the first level of the intermediate rank." Logo clenched his fists, feeling the surging, tide-like energy fluctuations within the nebula. "Under the powerful infusion of the Earthly Holy Spring, my necromancy cultivation has improved significantly. At this rate, it probably won't be long before I reach the threshold of the second level of the intermediate rank."

This cultivation speed is like riding a rocket!

"This trip to the Sacred Spring was a huge success."

The moment he stepped out of the Yinmao Building, the long-awaited sunlight made Logo squint slightly.

"One more year..."

Logo stood on the bustling street, watching the crowds come and go, silently counting down the days that had brought despair to countless people.

A year later, the Crimson Alert will stain this city red, the roar of the Winged Wolves will shatter its tranquility, and the Black Vatican's conspiracy will turn it into a living hell.

Although he was now a mid-level mage, and even possessed a strange, dark plant-based magic, he was still no match for a disaster of that magnitude. He didn't want to be just a slightly stronger refugee; he wanted to take control of the situation!

"Staying in Bo City and cultivating step by step is too slow."

Logo shook his head, a place he had longed for for a long time appearing in his mind.

Ancient capital!

That is the realm of the dead, the place where death energy is most concentrated, and a sacred place in the hearts of necromancers throughout China and even the world. There, endless undead creatures reside, and the most advanced necromancer research materials are available!

In fact, as early as when he had just awakened his necromancy, Logo had considered transferring to the ancient capital. At that time, he did go to the school leaders to apply for a transfer or an exchange program, but the school refused. The reason given was that Logo had just awakened and should continue his cultivation step by step until he was more advanced before going there.

But now, the situation is different. Logo feels he has almost finished his cultivation. Moreover, he is the victor of the duel in Bo City, a mage with a servant-level advanced undead, and the pride of Tianlan Magic High School.

Logo thinks there shouldn't be much of a problem if he applies to go there now.

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Tianlan Magic High School, Principal's Office.

Principal Zhu looked at the increasingly composed young man before him, who even exuded a chilling and oppressive aura. His eyes were filled with satisfaction, but then a hint of surprise appeared on his face.

"You're going to the ancient capital?"

Principal Zhu put down his teacup, his brow furrowing slightly. "Logo, I know your strength has increased greatly, and your ambition has grown. But the ancient capital is no place to be trifled with. It's constantly besieged by the undead, and once night falls, the area outside the city becomes a forbidden zone. Although you're a necromancer, there, a slight misstep could turn you into one of the undead."

"Headmaster, it is precisely because I am a necromancer that I must go."

Logo remained calm and analyzed the situation clearly: "The environment in Bo City is too comfortable, and there's a lack of high-level guidance in necromancy. My cultivation has reached a bottleneck, and staying here will only waste my talent. I need to go to the ancient capital, to come into contact with true necromancy, and to study how to make my undead stronger."

At this point, Logo paused, looking directly into Principal Zhu's eyes: "Moreover, I'm not transferring schools; I'm just applying to study abroad there for a semester. I want to see just how big the outside world really is."

Logo knew very well that Principal Zhu would definitely not agree if he really transferred out of the school. If he ran away without permission, his student status would be difficult to handle and would cause a lot of trouble. So he might as well apply to study abroad for a semester and come back later. That way, Principal Zhu would most likely not stop him.

If they really try to stop him, he'll just go and see what happens. Even if he only stays in the ancient capital for two months, he thinks it will be more useful than cultivating in Bo City.

Principal Zhu fell silent.

Looking into Logo's determined eyes, he couldn't help but sigh inwardly. This boy, from the moment he awakened, seemed to possess a maturity and ambition far beyond his years.

Indeed, confining a dragon to the small pond of Bo City is a waste of its talent. Necromancy, a special type of magic, can only reach its full potential in an environment like that of an ancient capital.

"you're right."

After a long silence, Principal Zhu sighed and took out a document from his drawer. "A fledgling eagle must eventually fly on its own. Since you have this determination, I won't stop you. As your principal, all I can do is give you my greatest support."

He picked up the pen and quickly signed his name on the document.

"I'll grant you a semester's leave, ostensibly for an inter-school exchange program. I'll write a letter of recommendation to an old friend at the ancient capital's university. Although it won't allow you to enroll directly, you can attend classes as an auditor and use their library."

Principal Zhu handed the document to Logo and said earnestly, "Logo, remember, come back alive. Bo City will always be your home."

Logo took the document and bowed solemnly to Principal Zhu: "Thank you, Principal. I will not let you down."

With Principal Zhu's special approval, the procedures were completed exceptionally smoothly.

When Zhang Jianguo learned that Luo Ge was going to the ancient capital, he was somewhat reluctant, but he understood that it was for the child's good. He even secretly gave Luo Ge a bank card with 50,000 yuan in it, telling him not to suffer while he was away. Luo Ge did not refuse; he remembered this kindness.

The next morning, at Bocheng Airport.

Logo stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the waiting hall, carrying a simple bag.

At this moment, Bo City was still shrouded in a tranquil morning mist, with the Xuefeng Mountain post station faintly visible in the distance. No one knew that beneath this seemingly peaceful city, undercurrents were already surging.

"Mo Fan, Zhang Xiaohou, Mu Ningxue..."

Logo silently recited these names in his heart, "When I return, I hope you can still keep up with me."

The boarding announcement came over the loudspeaker.

Logo took one last look at the city where he had lived for more than a decade, then resolutely turned around and boarded a flight to the ancient capital.

The plane soared into the sky, passing through layers of clouds, and flew towards that ancient northwestern city, a place filled with both death and opportunity.

For Logo, his time in the starting village of Bo City was over.

What follows is the true path to becoming a strong person.

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