One, two, three...
Wherever the petals landed, everything began to burn. The entire area within several kilometers turned into a sea of fire.
All the Bloodthirsty Iron-Crystal Ants within the area began to burn by themselves. The sight was much quieter than when the fire giant was massacring them, but it was also much more peculiar and made the onlookers’ scalps go numb.
At the sight of such a terrifying scene, everyone felt their hair stand on end, and all of them involuntarily looked at the tops of their heads. It was only after they were sure that none of the petals had landed on them that they finally heaved a small sigh of relief.
Phew, good thing there aren’t any petals there!
“What spell is that?” asked someone in a low voice.
“I don’t recognize it! It doesn’t seem like there’s a spell like that in all the written records of ninth-grade spells?”
“There isn’t? Try and recall properly...”
Marchioness Cesia turned to Dirk Norway and asked, “Mr. Dirk, do you know of that spell?”
“No, I don’t!”
Dirk Norway gave her a resigned smile and replied, “If my guess is correct, that is probably an original ninth-grade spell. I never thought that this child, Meng Lei, can even create original ninth-grade spells now! I... can’t compare to him!”
“An original ninth-grade spell?”
A huge jolt went through Cesia’s form, and a hint of horror surfaced in her eyes.
Chapter 108: 100 Types of First-Class Spells, The Nine Spells
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
The rain of fire petals pitter-pattered as they fell, tranquil and quiet.
However, the spectators’ hearts were not peaceful. In particular, the hearts of Dirk Norway and Marchioness Cesia, the two ninth-grade experts, were even like stormy seas.
Casting ninth-grade spells and creating original ninth-grade spells were two entirely different concepts.
The former was simple. As long as one could become a Great Ninth-Grade Magician, they’d be able to achieve this. In fact, if they were willing to pay a huge price, they could even cast first-class spells.
However, creating original ninth-grade spells was something completely different.
Ninth-grade spells were the highest grade of normal spells. Even typical Great Ninth-Grade Magicians would find it very difficult to create original ninth-grade spells.
How many magic elements must they gather?
How should the magic elements be arranged?
How to use spiritual power to manipulate them?
...
All of these put a Great Magician’s understanding of magic elements and the universe’s momentum to an extremely great test. Without a certain level of expertise, if one wanted to create original ninth-grade spells... That was nothing more than just daydreaming!
At the very least, Dirk Norway considered that something that he himself was unable to achieve.
“Mr. Dirk, that student of yours is too out of this world!”
Marchioness Cesia took a deep breath and then asked, “From how the other students sounded, that student of yours is still a first-year newbie?”
“Yes!”
“How old is he this year?”
“Not yet 16!”
“N-not yet 16?”
A shiver coursed through Cesia, and she almost wet herself.
A Great Ninth-Grade Magician that wasn’t even 16 years of age?
Was he really human?
Elsewhere, the rain of fire petals continued to fall quietly, burning large patches of Bloodthirsty Iron-Crystal Ants dead. It was hard for anyone to tell for sure just how many had died.
Even Meng Lei could only see his Wealth value increasing furiously, too. Since his arrival at North River Pass till now, his Wealth value had already doubled and successfully broken past the... two billion mark!
“This feels awesome! This feeling is simply too awesome!”
Meng Lei had a look of revelry on his face as he stood proudly in the sky, taking in the caress of the breeze and admiring the beautiful scene of a blazing sea of fire burning the ants.
Controlling great power simply felt wonderful!
Reducing everything into dust in just a split second!
Turning the whole place into a sea of fire with a wave of his arm!
Burning everything with a flick of his wrist!
This feeling was simply too marvelous!
“Brat, my Doomsday Rain of Fire is pretty awesome, right?”
Ol’ Amos floated beside Meng Lei, stroking his beard as he watched the swirling white petals in the air. His face was filled with gratification and delight.
There was nothing that could make one happier than seeing the spell that they had created shine with dazzling brilliance.
“Hehe, it can’t get any more impressive than that!” Meng Lei nodded incessantly as he lavished generous praise and admiration on the spell. “It looks tranquil and quiet, yet it burns everything away soundlessly. It combines both beauty and violence and is also full of poetic beauty. It can be said to be a masterpiece of fire.”
“Of course! Don’t you know who the one that created it is?”
Ol’ Amos was in such a fantastic mood that snot bubbles were almost forming at his nostrils. He said smugly, “At least you have a bit of an eye for things and are discerning enough. However, Doomsday Rain of Fire is just a typical spell and can’t be considered a masterpiece yet!”
“Even this isn’t considered a masterpiece yet?”
Meng Lei was shocked.
“What’s the big deal about it?” Ol’ Amos twisted his beard and smiled as he said, “When I was trapped underground all those years, I liked to brainstorm and conceptualize whenever I was bored. I’ve created so many water-elemental and fire-elemental spells that just first-class spells alone already come up to 100 different types. What does Doomsday Rain of Fire even count as?”
“100 different types of first-class spells?”
Meng Lei swallowed hard, a hint of greed flashing across his eyes. “Ol’ President, you’re simply so impressive. My feelings of admiration toward you are like the gushing rivers, endless and eternal. They are like the overflowing North
