As the white-bearded old man narrated.

On the stage, the scene displayed on the pristine white light screen transformed into a new image.

An old man with a well-proportioned figure, wearing a robe of purest white and holding a spotless white staff, strode out of a mage tower, laughing heartily!

The bright sunlight bathed the old man’s white robe, cloaking him in a holy radiance as if he were reborn.

“The transformation those three years brought was immense for me.”

“The most significant change was that when I walked out of the mage tower, I could finally control my physical talent.”

“While my body devoured the energy floating in the air, it would also divert half of the absorbed energy to nourish my spiritual power!”

“I could finally experience the normal cultivation speed of a mage!”

“Secondly, the foundational knowledge I had learned over those 40 years was not wasted! That foundational knowledge allowed me to better understand the basic logic of spells!”

“I became an unfeeling spell-learning machine! I also began walking the path of creating spells unique to me!”

“Finally, and most importantly, I found my path as a mage!”

“The path of simultaneously pursuing knowledge, spells, and my physical body made my future road smooth and level!”

“During those three years, I also came to understand my teacher’s well-intentioned, though tough, care…”

“After all, no legendary mage’s tower treats thieves and intruders merely by trapping and beating them up…”

“When I became a Fourth Stage mage and forcefully broke out of the mage tower relying on my own strength.”

“I pulled myself together and became a true mage!”

“A mage who dares to wield his staff against the existence of all things in the world, a mage who dares to challenge all unknown knowledge in the Star Realm!”

“After leaving the mage tower, at the age of 58, I began my journey as a mage in that vast Land of the Gods.”

“In the year I turned 60, after slaying a fanatical cultist who worshipped an evil god, I became a Fifth Tier mage.”

“In the year I turned 63, while exploring a rather dangerous ancient ruin, I gained some insights and naturally became a Sixth Tier mage.”

“In the year I turned 67, after encountering a powerful magical beast in the jungle, at the brink of life and death, I broke through to become a Seventh Tier mage.”

“In the year I turned 72, I met an elemental mage who manipulated ice in a tavern amidst a frozen, snowy land. Through a harmonious mutual exchange, I advanced to become an Eighth Tier mage.”

“In the year I turned 79, while passing by a battlefield where two kingdoms were at war, unable to bear witnessing the suffering of living beings, I cast a forbidden spell. After slaying the most powerful individuals of both kingdoms, I mediated to end that war.”

“And after this mediation event, I advanced to become a Ninth Tier mage.”

“In the year I turned 120, as someone who enjoyed traveling everywhere, I encountered a dragon in a foul mood on the natural wilderness. After a friendly exchange, that dragon fled, clutching its head.”

“I began researching draconic magic.”

“Uh, as for where the draconic magic came from, don’t ask.”

“Five years later, I finally achieved the Legendary Tier.”

“At 125 years old, I became a Legendary Archmage and also took up the Legendary Tier profession of Berserker.”

“Alright, the story can end here.”

“Most of the stories from the later part of my life involve certain secrets, so it’s better you don’t know…”

As the white-bearded old man’s voice trailed off.

The light screen composed of spells behind him also slowly retracted.

The final scene on the light screen was an old man in mage robes, flying high in the sky, laughing maniacally while chasing a rather disheveled dragon…

The dragon on the spell light screen had shattered scales, and dragon blood continuously spilled across the sky with the flapping of its wings…

Meanwhile, the old man on the light screen was no longer frail in figure, and the confusion was gone from his eyes.

“Apologies, that was a long story.”

“You must understand that old folks always enjoy reminiscing about their glorious past deeds.”

“Of course, I also hope that from this story, you might develop a bit of curiosity about spells, even just a little.”

The white-bearded old man’s voice echoed once more throughout the entire stadium.

“Next, is the purpose of my coming to the Silver Radiance Star Domain.”

“Our Arcane Research Society has a forum on the Federation network. The administrator of this forum is usually responsible for recruitment matters.”

“Audience members interested in the path of spells can send your age, biography, and contact information to that forum administrator.”

“Qualified individuals, we will contact you initiatively.”

“Ah, a serious reminder, Agents from the Security Bureau need not apply. You won’t pass the final screening.”

“No one can lie before a Legendary Archmage.”

“Let’s not waste each other’s time…”

At this point, the old man, Vig Siling Mock, rather humorously winked at the live broadcast equipment near the stage.

Then, this Legendary mage lightly tapped his staff once more.

His body on the stage instantly transformed into a white phantom and vanished from the spot…

Throughout the entire stadium, only one sentence continued to echo.

“Ah, regarding today’s events, the Arcane Research Society claims responsibility…”

This was the only statement Vig Siling Mock left behind before departing.

The three remaining individuals on the stage, upon seeing the white-bearded old man’s figure disappear, all furrowed their brows simultaneously.

“Was this guy using a doppelganger or some similar spell to attend the Silver Radiance Festival from the very beginning?!”

This was the thought in the Star Traveler Society Chief’s mind.

“His true body didn’t even come to the Silver Radiance Festival, yet he severely injured a Legendary powerhouse from the Security Bureau using just a doppelganger…”

This was what the Empire’s Military spatial-type powerhouse was thinking.

“Interesting, no wonder he deliberately spoke for so long. His personality is equally nasty, Archmage Vig…”

This was what Loren was thinking.

The three on the stage exchanged a somewhat helpless glance. The meaning in their eyes was identical.

They’d actually been tricked by that old man…

That Vig Siling Mock’s speech had taken a full 17 minutes.

It could be called the longest speech record by a cult organization in the history of the Silver Radiance Festival…

Then, the Empire’s Military spatial-type powerhouse gave a helpless smile to Loren and Fwens.

“I’ll try to keep it brief.”

Neither Loren nor Fwens spoke, only nodding silently, signaling that the other party had better be quick…

After all, barring any accidents, the Security Bureau headquarters from the Central Star Domain was already on its way.

The Empire’s Military powerhouse walked to the center of the stage.

Without further hesitation, he began his speech directly.

“Unfortunately, due to the antics of an unscrupulous old man, our remaining time is limited. Therefore, I can only be brief.”

“To make a long story short.”

“The Empire will not disappoint the majority of humanity!”

“We are powerful! We are wise! We are fair! We are prosperous!”

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