After all, he was quite a homebody, and having secured his safety, he was even less willing to stir.
As for the Uloropo Ruins?
They weren't going anywhere.
At the very least, he would wait until he became an Eighth-Level Magician and had mastered the power of concepts before exploring them.
...
A hundred years passed.
A thousand years passed...
The Continent of the Warlocks remained in chaos, but there were no large-scale wars.
Those with discerning eyes all knew this was the achievement of the Warlock Emperor.
Moreover, it appeared he would never age!
This also spurred generations of young sorcerers to sprint toward higher realms, with several Level 4 Mages emerging in one breath.
Historians called this the 'Era of Light', considering it an even more glorious golden age than the era of the Blood Moon Mage!
Within a mottled ancient castle.
Inexplicable streaks of light appeared and then coalesced in front of a silhouette.