An hour later, the old black wizard's body had completely transformed into a silver-cast werewolf, his body gleaming, with silver striations across every inch.

His forehead suddenly split open with a crack, and then a rolling silver eyeball was revealed from within. This was precisely the natural magic eye that Abyssal Werewolves possessed as First Circle creatures.

That silver eyeball looked rather terrifying. Its structure was similar to a human eye, but it was clearly a spell eye.

At the same time, the Face-Cutting Curse transformed into a scar that appeared on his face, leaving a knife mark.

The old black wizard looked at his brand new body and laughed heartily, incredibly excited. "Finally, I've successfully transformed into an Abyssal Werewolf."

"With this body, even entering the Endless Abyss is no longer impossible, so that ruin..."

The old black wizard's eyes flickered as he abruptly stopped himself. Clearly, he'd realized that in his excitement, he'd let something slip. His eyes flickered once, and he wisely chose to avoid the topic.

Through the mirror in the potion room, the old black wizard observed his current form. He didn't particularly care about the flaw of losing his human appearance.

Variant wizards were everywhere.

In the mirror, the eye on the old black wizard's forehead released a faint silver glow. That glow was viscous like liquid. Then the mirror showed a crack, as if a fist had directly smashed into that magic mirror.

The spell model on the back of the magic mirror also began to shatter.

A spiderweb-like crack appeared on the mirror.

"Eye Demon Wizard, my name is Warwick. I've made you as a friend." Old Wizard Warwick said, "Legend has it that Abyssal Werewolves possess a natural magic eye, the Eye of Wisdom. Abyssal Werewolves are strategists of the Endless Abyss, providing guidance to abyssal forces."

"I didn't expect this legend to actually be true. The Eye of Wisdom is incredibly powerful. Just one glance at this magic mirror that faithfully reproduces the details of people and things can cause the magic mirror to crack, and at the same time..."

The eyeball on Warwick's forehead rotated.

Alicia noticed that Warwick was looking at her and immediately took half a step back. In that eyeball, Alicia's reflection wasn't human, but a scorpion woman.

This scorpion woman had the features of both a scorpion and a woman, while the scorpion's back had the pattern of a dragon pupil.

This was the Dragon Scorpion Woman bloodline.

The Abyssal Werewolf's Eye of Wisdom could illuminate the other party's true nature, seeing places even they themselves couldn't see clearly.

Warwick saw some abyssal energy swirling around the scorpion woman's left hand, "Mammon demon? The energy of a Greed Demon?"

"Having absorbed so much Mammon demon energy without turning into a golden statue, what superior potion techniques."

"Then, what about you, Eye Demon Wizard? In my Eye of Wisdom, what form do you take?" Warwick's Eye of Wisdom immediately rotated on his forehead, illuminating Locke. At the same time, an enormous Three-Eyed Tiger Cat appeared before him. "How fierce and menacing. No wonder you pursue archaeological inheritance so eagerly. So you're a colleague."

In Warwick's Eye of Wisdom, that Three-Eyed Tiger Cat glared with angry eyes, as if it would pounce at him the next moment. The natural magic eye on its forehead met his gaze, and between the two parties, some kind of pupil power confrontation occurred.

But in the next moment, the image of the Three-Eyed Tiger Cat that had been about to pounce transformed, becoming an enormous Beholder. That Beholder wore an abyssal crown and had an immensely large body, as if descending from the sky, arriving in the mortal world, like a magnificent high dome.

'A Beholder Lord... and such a high level at that.' Warwick's expression changed slightly. He actually sensed that the Beholder Lord life level on Locke's body was no lower than his current state as an Abyssal Werewolf.

'What abyssal potion did he consume? He actually has such high-grade abyssal energy, yet his body hasn't shown any mutations. It's just like a seesaw, if he's not careful, it'll be irreversible, and the abyssal energy will erupt and expand...'

'Moreover, deep within his spirit, there seems to be some kind of power hidden.'

Warwick continued observing, and saw that deep within the Beholder's spirit was a vast forest.

That forest ecology was so powerful, and deep within the forest, a golden dragon shadow suddenly appeared.

'This is...' In the Eye of Wisdom on Warwick's forehead, that golden dragon shadow was the next moment pierced through the chest by a black-purple dragon claw, forcibly torn apart. The golden dragon shadow let out a wail.

Warwick was stunned. "What's going on? What exactly is that?"

And when Warwick wanted to continue observing, an angry dragon roar suddenly exploded beside Warwick's ears like a sound bomb.

Both his eardrums immediately tore, and liquid like silver mercury flowed out.

At the same time, the eye on his forehead also shed waters of silver mercury.

Warwick let out a pained grunt. He gritted his teeth and quickly chanted an incantation, closing the Eye of Wisdom on his forehead to prevent continuing to gaze into the depths of Locke's spirit and capture that dragon shadow, which would cause backlash to his Eye of Wisdom.

He didn't want to lose this Eye of Wisdom just after obtaining it.

Warwick grunted several times before recovering. He looked at Locke with wary eyes. After briefly explaining the function of the Eye of Wisdom to Locke, he said, "You have an ancient creature dragon bloodline of unknown level in your body. Although it's currently only apprentice-level strength, its spiritual level is extremely high, even injuring my Eye of Wisdom in reverse."

Locke looked at him with confusion and shook his head in denial. "That's impossible. Setting aside whether what you're saying is true, even if my bloodline really is high level. But you right now..."

Locke pointed his hand and used a magical energy impact on the old black wizard. Immediately, a shell formed of abyssal energy appeared on the old black wizard's current wolf body.

"Your current permanent defensive field is the Abyssal Shell unique to First Circle abyssal creatures. No matter how high a thing's spiritual level is, at most it can produce mental suppression on you. It cannot produce physical damage or spell damage."

"Transmitting matter requires enormous energy, and to cross your Abyssal Shell and damage your eyes and ears requires an extremely high energy level."

"Mental suppression essentially only needs to transmit a piece of information, and then you'll spontaneously exhibit fear and abandonment behavior because of feeling afraid, so it doesn't require much total energy. The energy needed to transmit spell damage is even lower than physical damage."

Locke looked at this Black Wizard Warwick with confusion and said, "I didn't use any magical power just now. How could I possibly damage your eyes and ears protected by the Abyssal Shell?"

"The Abyssal Shell itself has the special ability to assimilate spells and suppress spells."

That's right, the Abyssal Shell of First Circle abyssal life forms possessed power that suppressed spells, which was why abyssal creatures were so troublesome for wizards.

Locke had discovered this while reading numerous books in the Land of Six Towers.

Bloodline studies in the Land of Six Towers were more advanced than in the southeastern quadrant, so the abyssal bloodline materials here were more abundant.

Abyssal creatures were a type of energy life form, neither material beings nor mental beings, but energy beings.

Therefore, they were neither materialist nor idealist.

They were life forms where energy preceded existence and phenomena, so their energy had very powerful continuity abilities. For instance, it could strengthen eye grass, allowing it to transmit their spells over ultra-long distances.

Similarly, the Abyssal Shell of abyssal creatures would contaminate spell energy, thus having a special suppressive effect on spells.

Of course, in order to maintain the characteristic of suppressing spells, the Abyssal Shell naturally gave up defense against physical attacks.

Although the Abyssal Shell had a certain ability to resist physical attacks, its strength was very low among the same level and would be completely suppressed by physical attacks.

After thinking it through, Old Wizard Warwick reached a conclusion. "I don't know through what principle it was accomplished, but this is what happened. That special ancient creature bloodline hidden in your body is very special, extremely special, and it used a form of damage I cannot understand to harm me."

"You want to obtain archaeological inheritance because you want to gain methods to further develop it, right? Archaeology is indeed a good way to develop ancient creature bloodlines."

"Your situation is so interesting. If I tell any archaeology scholar, they'll all be interested in you."

Locke's gaze toward him changed slightly.

Warwick laughed. "I'm joking. I won't make trouble for myself. Besides, with your situation, I don't understand what happened myself, so how could I describe to others what happened?"

Locke looked at Warwick and nodded slightly, saying, "Then, are you interested in conducting a second trade? I want to trade for the Suzerain in your possession, that reference book."

Warwick was stunned for a moment, then raised his hand toward the sky. A tome appeared in his hand. "You mean this Book of Demon Gods in my hand?"

Warwick said, "The Suzerain is the most important thing for an archaeology scholar besides their permanent defensive field."

"Every archaeology scholar gives their Suzerain a name. The names are varied and diverse. Some call theirs Evil God, some call theirs Old Rulers. I call my Suzerain the Book of Demon Gods."

"It's just a matter of names."