Wizards chase the truth

Hans Christian Andersen stood above the desert of death, where a yellow and red pillar of light representing the Sand Wizard's body shot straight up into the sky. He raised his right hand, and a white, floating ball of light appeared to contain a tiny key.

The power that transcends everything is released from above.

It wasn't true power of rules, but rather a combination of some of their characteristics and Andersen's own magical powers, which allowed him to manipulate the position of that spatial rule.

The key itself possesses the power of communication, far exceeding the level of the Radiant Moon. Even without borrowing the spatial rules of the realm, Andersen was confident that he could use the key to suppress all living beings in the Death Desert.

"Flowers, trees, sun, moon, and stars—every theorem has a corresponding function."

"Your only purpose is to serve as coordinates to guide us to the stars."

Hans Christian Andersen raised his right hand, his eyes filled with fervor. The key transformed into an undeniable, blinding white light, guiding the Death Desert region. Numerous white light particles converged, forming a torrent that reached the unknown realm of the heavens.

Meanwhile, in other uninhabited areas of the Frosty Lands, in many places known as forbidden zones, corresponding white torrents also rose into the sky, curving at a certain height before converging together, creating an unprecedented spectacle.

boom!
It was a huge, invisible portal that covered the entire Frosty Land. Filled with white particle energy, it gradually took on a corresponding form. The pitch-black chains of material rules wrapped around it, which was also the best way to completely seal off the internal power of rules.

Even after billions of years, as long as the Frostland exists, the internal rules and power will not have any flaws.

Wow!
The chains tightened, and the door opened a crack, from which came the howling of a beast from ancient times, a chilling sound emanating from the depths of the soul.

The pale pupils pressed against the gap, seemingly peering at the outside world through the crack, filled with a vibrant greed for the material world.

What are the rules, and how is the power of the rules manifested? In the wizarding world, most ordinary people cannot understand or grasp the essence of things. Hans Christian Andersen once possessed this ability; he could comprehend the essence of that white beast, and its exalted status was precisely the power he needed.

"Come, God of Angles and Distortions, Space Reversed and Sublime. God, Qiongyun Beast, become the beast I temporarily control. I will lead you to conquer the stars, tear away the veil of falsehood, and see the true nature."

"The existence of the network, its origin, and all its threads will be laid bare before my eyes."

Hans Christian Andersen roared excitedly. His goal had always been simple: to find out the outcome of the purge of the council after that war.

And the reasons for the emergence of the internet, who is manipulating it behind the scenes, and whether the purge of the parliament still exists.

Those old friends from the past, regardless of victory or defeat, and from what standpoint they took.

And most importantly, his old enemy, the Deep Blue Wizard, who had once sealed him away.

What is their current status, and where are they?

He did not believe the other person was dead, just as he had now returned.

"The wizarding world should not be so lifeless. Only through bloodshed and chaos can it achieve glory and reach its peak, just like the Great Age of Expedition in the past."

A look of reminiscence appeared in Andersen's eyes.

The Death Desert was completely covered by white light, which converged into the seven torrents until it washed away the binding chains of the celestial portal.

The seal on matter began to loosen, and pale pupils squeezed through larger gaps, revealing the ferocious beasts within. The invisible aura they exhaled caused the space to collapse on a large scale, easily erasing and destroying even the deepest layers of the real material world.

White, scar-like teeth bit into the dark chain, leaving tangible marks.

Tick ​​tock!

The same white liquid dripped down, as if it were the origin of space, and in an instant, thousands of spatial portals were created, each containing a pale beast shadow.

The light refracts, reflecting every inch of the dead desert.

The individual witnessing this scene, the reflection in their pupils, the existence of their memory, are all firmly locked in, never to be forgotten or separated.

Roar!
When the last chain of matter shattered, the God Qiongyun Beast broke free, burst through the gate of nothingness, and returned to the real world. Large areas of space shattered, and each mirror reflected a certain angle of His facet.

The key held by Hans Christian Andersen was the only rein that controlled Him. Originating from seven pillars of light, seven sorcerer bodies threw the key into the pillars of light, and flesh, soul, and consciousness all converged in one place along the white light particles.

The Qiongyun Beast opened its blood-red maw and devoured all the white light particles.

The seven witch bodies naturally merged into one, saving a lot of hard work, forming a blood-red figure that stood on the head of the Qiongyun Beast, its lower body seemingly embedded in it.

Blood-red hair flew wildly, and eyes covered in blood-red veins looked up at the sky, revealing an unprecedented desire.

Greed for turning the unknown into the known.

The powerful wizard possessed a greed far beyond imagination.

Only in this way can we achieve greater success.

On Andersen's blood-red robe were seven different patterns, as if they corresponded to seven different sorcerer bodies.

The seven realms expanded in all directions through the Qiongyun Beast's own status, while a massive amount of energy surged forth from them, endlessly and without limit.

Controlling the Qiongyun Beast is not simple; driving it requires matching one's own strength.

Hans Christian Andersen could not do this himself, so he could only control things indirectly through this method.

It is also because his inherent status is high enough.

Otherwise, even if there were a hundred or a thousand Radiant Moon beings, it would be nothing but wishful thinking to try to pry open a plane and control it using the energy torrent.

Even the slightest ripple of the Qiongyun Beast's power was enough to completely kill them, obliterating them within the dual worlds of the material and the illusory.

Wow!
Seven different colored chains were bound around the neck of the Qiongyun Beast, with the other end connected to Hans Christian Andersen's chest and heart.

Hans Christian Andersen's lips curled into a smile. "Come with me on this expedition, you poor cloud beast, old friend. After billions of years of silence, I imagine you must be quite lonely."

The power of rules is divided into wizard rules and extraordinary creature rules. These are two different directions of extension, but their status is equal.

The Qiongyun Beast is somewhere in between.

This is a contingency plan left behind by a high-ranking bloodline wizard.

When the endless years return, they will be able to use this beast-shaped rule to directly reclaim most of their power from their previous life.

Roar!
The Qiongyun Beast has no independent thought; it exists only in instinct and greed for the material world.

It roared, seemingly in response to Hans Christian Andersen.

"There are gaps between rules, and there are also essential differences in their levels. Qiongyun Beast, your status is far above those younger generations. Even if they rely on that inexplicable 'net,' they can't defeat you."

"The net of justice is vast and its meshes are wide, yet nothing escapes it. Unfortunately, in this remote area, the net is no longer so meticulous, but instead has many loopholes and is empty."

Hans Christian Andersen's smile grew even wider. "The so-called grand gathering of stars is utterly ridiculous. Synchronizing timelines and pulling the consciousness of many beings in reality onto the stars makes them nothing more than vivid coordinates."

In another part of Hans Christian Andersen's Gathering of Stars, every opponent he fought became part of the coordinates.

That is, anchoring on the timeline.

The Qiongyun Beast was able to descend into the Star Realm by following the anchor.

Even if the net's position is of a very high level, it cannot distort this fundamental logic of anchoring.

"Going upstream, treading on the starry sky. I dream that the master of all creation, 'Hans Christian Andersen,' has returned once again." (End of Chapter)