Hogwarts Summoning Guide

Bai Lin's call to arms quickly spread throughout the East, and the Supreme Council also issued a formal authorization. Although Bai Lin didn't care about official recognition, he only needed to follow the orders of the special forces under his command.

To Bai Lin's surprise, the magic sects hidden deep in the East, under the coordination of the Supreme Council, finally put aside their sectarian prejudices and brought out their best treasures.

Representatives from ancient sects, dressed in robes of various colors and styles, gathered at the habitat through a special teleportation portal temporarily opened by Bai Lin, making the habitat more lively and even somewhat crowded than ever before.

What lies before Bai Lin now are various ancient magical treasures, carefully presented to him by top mages from various sects.

"This is the Crimson Sky Immortal Armor, a treasure of my Qingcheng Sect, originating from..." The young mage of the Qingcheng Sect introduced the light red magic weapon in his hand with a powerful voice. Bai Lin looked over and saw that it was just a few broken pieces of armor, obviously no longer suitable as armor. However, the power of order contained within it was not to be underestimated. It was indeed an ancient magic weapon.

"This is our Tianshan Sect's Rainbow Jade Bead..."

"This is the Thunder Jade, a supreme treasure of the Prajna Sect..."

"This is the Merit Pen, a sacred treasure of the Pure Lotus Sect..."

"..."

The sheer number of magical artifacts dazzled Bai Lin, but these artifacts were simply too ancient, and their original functions had been largely lost. Even if they still had some, they had been damaged in battles against foreign enemies during the Wizard Wars a hundred years ago. Although the artifacts still contained chaotic and orderly energies, they obviously couldn't be used to allow anyone to wear a full set of divine gear and fight an ancient god one-on-one, like in a video game.

Bai Lin smiled and thanked each of the sect representatives. If the situation hadn't been so critical that it was a matter of life and death, who would have asked them to bring out these treasures? However, if they knew what would become of these treasures, they probably wouldn't be so calm...

Bai Lin used the database of the Summoning Encyclopedia to find the most suitable solution to the crisis for the East, which required a massive amount of faction power.

He instructed the mages to place their magical artifacts around the elemental tower.

The Elemental Tower is the most magnificent building in the habitat, standing over twenty meters tall. It is renowned throughout the Eastern magic community, as everyone knows that only here can one learn "higher-level" combat spells. It is practically a holy land for battle mages.

However, compared to the ancient architecture of the Eastern sects, the Elemental Tower was built by Bai Lin using the power of faction magic orbs. It is only practical and has no artistic beauty or magnificent presence.

The mages looked at the overgrown weeds and rocks around the elemental tower, their hearts filled with unease, but they still reluctantly placed the magical artifact on the ground.

Bai Lin nodded, and with a thought, the ground around the elemental tower trembled slightly. One stone platform after another, carrying magical treasures, rose from the ground. Various colored energy paths appeared between the stone platforms, which at first glance looked like a spider web connecting the magical treasures and the elemental tower itself. The knowledgeable mages showed surprise and exclaimed in astonishment. They whispered to the mages around them: They had never seen such an exquisite magic array.

Bai Lin's figure floated into the air, his right hand releasing countless black lines that wrapped around the magical artifact rich in chaotic power, while his left hand radiated golden light, attracting the magical artifact rich in orderly power.

The magical artifacts seemed to be activated all at once. This isn't a disaster; it's a recommendation for the treasure book, "The Hogwarts Summoning Compendium."

They trembled slightly on the stone platform, each one emitting a dazzling light under the guidance of Bai Lin's dual-faction power.

"The Crimson Cloud Armor has been repaired?!" The Qingcheng Sect mage almost exclaimed in surprise, because he had been staring intently at his own magic weapon the whole time, afraid that someone would steal it or something. He clearly saw the damaged Crimson Cloud Armor automatically repairing itself.

The energy body composed of the missing armor plates, and in no time, the overall prototype of the Crimson Sky Armor had taken shape. Judging from this, the entire Crimson Sky Armor would be restored to its complete state in just a few minutes.

The mages from other sects were also eyeing their own magical artifacts. Seeing them repaired, how could they not be overjoyed? If these artifacts could regain even 30-40% of their peak functionality, their respective sects could benefit greatly, perhaps even experiencing a revival.

Just when the mages thought Bai Lin was going to repair their magic weapon so they could use it to make a name for themselves, Bai Lin gave a low shout, and all the colorful light on the magic weapon was guided to the elemental tower.

Originally only four or five stories high, the elemental tower rose wildly after the magic weapon's energy was injected into it, almost like Sun Wukong's Ruyi Jingu Bang (the magic staff), rising 30 meters, 40 meters, 50 meters... all the way up to three or four hundred meters, until it pierced the clouds in the sky, and it was still rising.

This sight was enough to make almost every sect's mage explode on the spot, because their family's heirloom treasures were rapidly dimming. The original five-colored radiance became extremely weak, and the magic weapons themselves turned from their original gold and silver colors into a dull and grayish hue.

As a mage screamed in anguish, a magical artifact within the magic circle trembled violently, turning from a dim state to ashes. The artifact's light was completely absorbed by the elemental tower.

Immediately afterwards, one magical artifact after another exploded into ashes.

Some mages cried out, trying to re-enter the magic circle to rescue their treasures, but before they could rush out a few steps, they were blocked by countless pale blue hexagonal magic walls. No matter how hard they tried, they could not break through the barrier of will and could only cry and make a fuss.

Bai Lin, suspended in mid-air, was too lazy to pay attention to these ignorant mortals. After spending a few more minutes, all the magical treasures were drained, and even a lot of Bai Lin's own faction power was consumed. But when he looked up at the tower that had become complete, he couldn't help but feel a strong sense of accomplishment.

"The Tower of Babel! Completed!" Bai Lin announced loudly.

The Tower of Babel is a colossal structure mentioned in many civilizations. In the East, it was called Jianmu, while in the West it was known as the Tower of Babel. It was a building that connected the human world to the heavens, a bridge between humanity and the gods.

In Eastern mythology, the Jianmu tree was broken by Hou Yi's foot, and in Western mythology, the Tower of Babel was destroyed by divine lightning. In short, this bridge between the human world and the heavens was gone. But who could have imagined that today we could see the reconstruction of the Tower of Babel in this magical space of our habitat?

"Don't feel sorry for those magical artifacts; they're inherently beyond repair. Instead, think about what the Tower of Babel can offer you."

Bai Lin's voice came from mid-air. Everyone looked up and saw that against the backdrop of the Tower of Babel's light, Bai Lin's figure was majestic, like a god descending from heaven.