Black Wind dashed forward with a strike of lighting, speeding towards the Oak tree 5 miles away.

Soon, they had arrived. Abel didn’t know why the Oak tree was looking for him, so he placed his hand upon it. Slowly their souls became one.

The giant branches of the tree were almost like Abel’s power of will; he could sense the world around him through it.

Although the area under the Oak tree was like its own individual world, at that moment Abel understood that it wanted to be part of this bigger world.

Abel gave it a little thought, and immediately the crack between his eyes began to glow. Afterward, all the leaves and branches on the Oak tree began to shake. It was merging with the world.

Although the Oak tree had been growing very fast, it had still always be;n suppressed by this world. It could only control the patch of land under it, that area was like its own dimension where it could do anything it wanted.

But now, the Oak tree has been accepted by this world. Other than the fact that it couldn’t move, it could also control the places where its branches could reach. It’s potential had become limitless.

In the past, he needed to expand his branches by simultaneously expanding that individual dimension, which hugely held back its growth.

Abel felt the Oak tree’s excitement. Since it had been accepted by this world, it could control a lot more blue howling rabbits. Although he didn’t know why he just felt like the Oak tree always wanted to control more and more blue howling rabbits.

In the past, the individual dimension of the oak tree was like a metal ball, tightly sealing its belonging from the pressure of this world. Now, all of a sudden, that metal ball had become a balloon, it expanded tens of times.

Although it could not control places far away with its roots, it could use Abel’s power of will to reach it.

Abel withdrew his hand from the Oak tree. By that point, he still didn’t know exactly what he was cultivating. If this Oak tree was grown in the Holy Continent, he would definitely invite the most powerful druid to do some reach for him.

It was too bad the Oak tree was grown in Blood Moor; it was a secret. A secret that he would share with no one. But Abel knew that no matter what, this Oak tree would not harm him. Both of them had the same soul chain, so it was like his contracted beasts.

However, it wasn’t exactly the same. Its consciousness was cultivated by Abel’s power of will, and Abel felt like the Oak tree had become a part of his body every time he connected with it.

By this point, he just hoped the Oak tree could grow even bigger and stronger until the entire Blood Moor had become its playground.

Afterward, he returned to the Rogue Encampment. He was late for his meditation. He walked in the intermediate mana gathering circle and sat on his chair with 2 blue crystal cores in his hands.

Just when he calmed his heart down and began his meditation, a familiar song popped in his head. It was the song of life. The countless souls had sung this song to him after he had killed Andariel.

Abel felt like his soul being cleansed by this extremely pure sounding song, even his wizard core was glowing vividly. Within this clam mana gathering circle, mana began to concentrate upon Abel.

Since this intermediate mana gathering circle had further thickened the mana in the Rogue Encampment, it’s mana had almost become similar to balls of water. Now they began to concentrate even more. Giant mana balls slashed towards Abel.

Abel was fully submerged. He had just gotten his rank 7 wizard core, but at that moment, it was glowing vividly, and a never felt before force was filling it up with immense speed. Slowly, that ball of mana around him began to get smaller.

Abel couldn’t explain what was happening to him. It was like the laws of wizard meditation had been broken. That song of life was changing this ancient wizard meditation technique.

Abel expended his mind, he let go of his body, and soon his soul was fully submerged in the song of life.

His druid soul was also affected by this song, and its power of the will began to grow at an immense rate. Originally, Abel’s druid soul could only unleash a spell by controlling a magic scroll or magic objects, but after a moment, Abel’s Druid’s power of the will had reached a point where it could do some low-level spells. It had taken up Abel countless years of hardship to reach this point. As long as he kept strengthening his power of will, he could break the barrier and divide his attention into 5 parts simultaneously.

As soon as that mana was in Abel’s mind, it was surrounded by the song of life. In no time, all of that mana had been cleansed into magical power and directly entered Abel’s Wizard core.

It should have taken Abel at least a few hundred days to fulfill his rank 7 wizard pattern, but now it was being soaked with magic power.

What Abel meant by a few hundred days was being in this mana drenched environment with 2 fresh blue crystal cores in his hand. If he was in his magic tower in the Holy Continent without crystal cores, it might have taken him at least 10 years.

Wizard meditation was like the process of grinding. It was meant to slowly grind down mana into magic power that one’s body could tolerate. Afterward, this magic power would begin to fill up the Wizard pattern in the wizard core. It was a delicate process–not a single bit of mistake could be made.

The Wizard core was located in the mind. If a Wizard was too desperate and didn’t replenish enough mana, or if the mana they injected was not pure enough, they would be badly injured or even lose their lives.

With Abel’s current speed, this incident might occur at any time, but it didn’t. Every single bit of mana was entering Abel’s body perfectly. They all landed at the most suitable spot at immense speed. The thing that guiding them was not Abel’s power of the will, but the piece of world stone.

If Abel’s druid soul was an Abacus, the world stone was a modern calculator. It was countless times more powerful than the druid soul, and it could have a slight bit of autonomy.

Abel’s soul was lost in the song of life. Normally the mana that rushed in would not be pure enough or wasted since he was not controlling it. In the worse case, it might actually enter his brain and cause injury.

Of course, Abel was not worried about injuries since she had countless Full Recovery Potions. As long as he didn’t die, he should be fine.

Without Abel’s control, the world stone took control automatically. It allowed him to proceed with his meditation perfectly at an immense speed.

If Abel was conscious, there was no way he could do this so precisely. The most he could do was slow down the rate of mana in his body, and carefully fill his Wizard pattern up while making sure they were pure.

As the song of life continued, Abel’s rank 7 wizard pattern had been fulfilled. He did not run into a bottleneck. Instead, of the scent of leveling shot out from his body.

Abel had only been a rank 7 wizard for a few days, and he had leveled up again. This might be the fastest wizard level up in the Holy Continent. It was also the luckiest since he had leveled up unconsciously.