Wizards chase the truth

With a blank expression, Andersen conceived a thought, and all the frozen objects emitted white light particles that drifted into the sky, penetrating the realms of matter and soul, reality and illusion.

The Brahma sorcerer was terrified and stretched out his right hand, trying to do something, but to no avail.

White light flowed through the gaps between his fingertips until his self-possessed body vanished.

"No, it's not just our bodies that are disappearing, but much more."

The Wizard of the Universe had a gloomy expression. At this moment, neither the particle energy within his body nor the extraordinary mental power powerful enough to distort reality could be used.

This seems to be an established rule that cannot be changed or stopped.

"My body, spirit, consciousness, time, space, memory, existence—everything I possess is influenced and controlled by external forces."

The wizard Ash, expressionless, spoke of the feelings he had experienced.

There wasn't much pessimism; I accepted the outcome calmly.

This was the price paid for the choice made by the five major powers when they united.

The winner takes the spoils of victory.
The loser will naturally bear the consequences.

"This kind of power is not something we can covet. To be able to personally experience the legendary power of rules would make my life complete."

The aged face of the Venerable Wizard revealed a relieved smile, and his once bright eyes were now weaker than ever before.

"Fortunately, the Scarlet Academy still has hope, and there is another path, even if we made the wrong choice."

"If it were you, you should be able to shoulder this responsibility."

Memories of Wang Ya's face, figure, and features surfaced in my mind, then vanished in a flash of white light.
Irreversible and irresistible.

The coercive power of rules.

Black Feather Wizard, Nine Heavens Wizard, Ze Yuan Wizard—all the Radiant Moon Wizards who participated transformed into white light particles, drifting towards an unknown realm in the sky, as if guided by some force.

The Wizard of Hundred Blessings remained calm, as if he had foreseen today's outcome.

The only thing I can't let go of is the Sky Wizard, and the future of the cold winter world.

There's no other way, Kong. I hope you can weather this harsh winter. What I've left you should be enough to support you. The future belongs to you both.

The Wizard of the Heavens was unwilling, his eyes were gloomy, but he was helpless.

The most agitated of all was the Brahma Saint Wizard, his eyes wide with rage and bloodshot. "How could I fall here? How could I fail like this? Without me, how can the Eternal Sun continue? The future... is there even a future?"

He did not believe that his disciple, the Hengyang Wizard, had the ability to lead the Eternal Sun forward.

They've gone all in, gathering such strength.

Still failed.

"The difference between the Radiant Moon and the Sun is so great that there is no possibility of even touching them."

Even with his self-awareness burning, the Brahma Saint Wizard could not break the current situation; as if his spine had been removed, he suddenly slumped down.

"We've lost!"

"That woman's memory was the fuse for everything. I should have realized it sooner. The gap between the sun and the moon is far greater than heaven and earth. Greed blinded my heart."

"It happened too suddenly and too deliberately. If we had been more careful, perhaps things wouldn't have turned out this way."

The Brahma Wizard gave a bitter laugh, accepting his fate in despair, transforming into a part of the white light particles, and disappearing into the world.

"This is the supreme power of the rules, how could it be possible, how could it be controlled by him?"

Lei Zhu could no longer sit still. A look of horror appeared on his face. "Quickly, use the projection artifact of the forbidden rules. Unleash its full power, burn the core of the spell circuit, and hold nothing back."

White light particles gradually spread to the walls of the small spaceship, the wizard's instruments in front of him, the projected images, and even his body, all exhibiting the same phenomenon.

A sense of crisis, teetering on the brink of life and death, arises in the heart. Affected by this power, even the fragments of consciousness will be traced back to the original body through some unseen connection, and thus be completely erased.

"The Frost and Snow Land is merely a border region; how could such power exist there? It's illogical and shouldn't exist."

Some of the wizards who had been brought along screamed in terror.

"Are you idiots? Get moving, or it'll be all over."

Without hesitation, Lei Zhu roared and rushed to the side of the operators, his figure transforming into lightning particles. He kicked them aside and then slammed his hand on the glaring red button.

The next moment, a serious warning sound came from inside the small spaceship and repeated itself.

"Warning: Forbidden Strike has been activated. Please lock onto your target."

Without the slightest hesitation, Lei Zhu intervened his mental consciousness into the wizard's instrument, projecting images of the outside world as if from his own perspective, controlling the various systems of the spaceship with perfect ease.

Only a powerful Moonlit Wizard, with abundant extraordinary mental strength and sustained consciousness, can achieve this level of skill.

boom!
The spaceship, emerging from its stealth state, revealed an inconspicuous black cannon muzzle atop the sky of the Death Desert, unleashing a dazzling burst of lightning. A swirling stream of lightning appeared, imprinted with numerous runic spells.

Like light that breaks the darkness of the world, bringing the hope of dawn, it also brings the destruction of the end.

All the fierce winds along the way, the floating meteorites in the void, and even space itself were broken, connecting layer upon layer of deep space.

Until it lands at the location where Andersen was.

'Faster, faster! We have to stop it, or everything will be over.'

Lei Zhu's eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at Andersen's suddenly raised, bloodshot eyes, which held an extremely obvious mockery and sarcasm.

It was clear from the beginning that the other party knew he was spying on them.

Similarly, he wasn't the only one affected by that crimson gaze.

"This is no longer a scene we can merely watch from the sidelines; it's a power that has reached out and interfered."

The Demon Lord looked at the cabin environment where white light was gradually emerging, took a deep breath, and knew the seriousness of the situation; there was no time to delay. Only those who had come into contact with the rules could know the terrifying power of the rules.

Once the white light affects the physical body and even the consciousness, it will trace back to the source and directly endanger the body, irreversibly and irreversibly, unless countered with the power of the rules.

"How can there be any power of rules in the Frosty Land? What is Hans Christian Andersen's identity and background?"

"This power can only be controlled by the wizarding forces in the core area. If left unchecked, it will lead to endless chaos and disaster."

The Demon Lord couldn't help but curse, activating a special witch artifact that imitated the forbidden artifact of the rules. The next moment, the entire spaceship erupted with a tide of blue energy, and a large number of high-level rune spells no longer restrained the trace of power inside, thus releasing it directly.

The Demon Lord chose to end his own life, using the moment of fighting against the white light power from the outside world to bring his wandering spiritual consciousness back to his body.

All she could do was buy herself a brief moment to escape.

Those who remained could only watch in despair as the white light enveloped everything, and the figures of wizards dissolved into it, existing only in their memories. The scenes, people, and events they had once witnessed gradually spread with the white light.

However, there is a constraint that prevents the power of the rules from spreading to a wider range of things.

Hans Christian Andersen needed the present moment, but he was also wary of some ancient beings who might descend upon his home planet and ruin his plans.

This plan cannot fail again.

I wonder how long it will be before I can return again.

If he were to unleash the power of this spatial rule, the entire Frosty Land would be wiped out.

"When all the splendor fades, only I remain."

Hans Christian Andersen looked up at the sky, his blood-red eyes utterly cold. (End of Chapter)