The wizard era begins with the alchemist wizard

Chapter 520: Secrets of the Past

The Savage World is divided into two parts, namely the Savage Continent and the Boundless Ocean. The Savage Continent only occupies nearly one-third of the land of the Savage World.

However, this does not mean that the ocean is a place rich in resources.

Each of the six holy sects had explored the Boundless Sea, but all they got was desolation.

The boundless sea is like a blue desert, with nothing but wild beasts.

A martial arts master once went deep underwater to see if there were any resources that could be developed on the seabed. But he swam in the sea for hundreds of years and could not find the bottom of the boundless sea. When he gave up and returned to the surface, he was surprised to find that he had come to the other side of the wild continent.

Later, after the research of this martial arts master, the wild beasts on the Savage Continent discovered the secret of the Boundless Sea - the Boundless Sea has no bottom, or in other words, the bottom of the Boundless Sea is the Wall of the World.

The entire Savage Continent is a huge island floating on the boundless ocean.

From then on, no one was interested in the Boundless Sea except for the warriors who wanted to gain experience.

This has also become the burial place of countless secrets.

Deep in the boundless sea, in a place that even a martial saint could not see, a bronze palace quietly floated in the water. From time to time, a wave of water would ripple out from the palace. Wherever the wave passed, no matter what it was, it would be turned into dust in an instant.

Inside the palace, an old wild beastman dressed in white sat cross-legged on the ground, with a phantom of a golden bell appearing on his body to resist the impact that could crush the master.

In front of him, a middle-aged orc with steel nails all over his body and bronze chains as thick as bowls piercing his bones and tendons was struggling.

In the history of the Wild Beastmen, Wu Zu is a mysterious figure. Legend has it that when he was young, he received guidance from the ancestors and created the martial arts, which he then expanded into six realms.

But after creating the martial arts, this martial ancestor disappeared, and even the legends about him are pitifully few.

Even within the six major holy sects, there is no record of it.

It should be known that the six holy sects are the forces with the longest history among the wild orcs.

Therefore, when the wizard was looking for information about the wild orcs, he did not take it seriously, and only regarded it as a branch of the many legends of the wild orcs.

But no one expected that this legendary Martial Ancestor had actually always existed, and dozens of epochs ago, he took the last step and became a level seven creature.

The reason why there are so few records of him is because he still remembers his mission - to guard the seal of the Demon Lord.

The relics controlled by the six holy sects of the Savage Continent were only the corners of the Demon Lord's seal, while the one guarded by the Martial Ancestor was the core of the seal.

In order to protect this secret, Wu Zu did not hesitate to erase all traces of himself in the wild land, making Wu Zu an illusory legend.

And now, the gravekeeper who guards the key to the seal is undergoing a test of his will.

"Master Martial Ancestor, why are you so stubborn?" The old beastman shrouded by the golden bell sighed, "You clearly possess the ultimate strength that surpasses that of a Martial Saint, but why do you insist on guarding this seal of the ancestors?
With your strength, after the Saint Lord breaks the seal, you will surely become a general under the Saint Lord. Wealth, power, and the path to a higher level, these things are all in your hands.

Why do you insist on holding on to this seal, even at the cost of putting yourself in this state?"

The Martial Ancestor, whose limbs were pierced by chains, raised his head, his eyes blurred and firm, as if two wills were fighting for control of this body.

Finally, Wu Zu's eyes became firm, and Wu Zu's will dominated his body. He said in a low voice: "Fool, you don't know what you are serving. The Supreme One sealed this monster at the cost of sacrificing the future of the entire civilization and sent it to this road of death, and you want to break the seal.

How can there be idiots like you in this world?"

Facing the insults from the Martial Ancestor, the old beastman was not annoyed, but continued to advise: "Master Martial Ancestor, if it were in the past, your protection would still have some meaning. But now, the demons have invaded, and three of the six holy sects have been destroyed.

Do you think those demons will guard the seal obediently?
You risked your life to protect this seal, not just for the smooth growth of our clan. But now, the demons have invaded, and countless warriors have been killed by them. What is the point of you protecting this seal?
The Wild Beastmen have become slaves and livestock of others. What is the point of the Demon Lord sealing them or not?"

The old orc spoke earnestly, as if he really felt sorry for Wu Zu. But Wu Zu responded with a cold smile.

"Fool, you don't think the wild orcs are a free race, do you? There are many strong people in our race, and level 6 creatures are not uncommon. But from ancient times to the present, have you ever thought about exploring outside the world? This is a restriction that the Supreme has placed on our bloodline. Our duty is to guard this seal. The Supreme does not need us to develop civilization.

In other words, we are born slaves.”

The old orc was stunned when he heard this. He had never heard such words from Martial Ancestor in the ten thousand years since he tried to persuade Martial Ancestor to surrender.

"We are...born to be slaves?"

There was a hint of sarcasm on Wu Zu's lips, and it was unclear whether he was mocking the old orc, or mocking himself, or perhaps mocking the fate of the mad orc.

"We are the greatest creation of the Most High, but we are also the only race they created with a purpose. Our brothers may have various flaws, but they are free.

The Most High did not impose any restrictions on them, and they were free to pursue everything.

But we are different. While we have the most perfect talents, we also shoulder the heaviest mission. We must guard this seal until the powerful enough civilization in the prophecy arrives.

At that time, fate will break the seal without your persuasion. And it... will embark on a path of certain death."

As he spoke, Wu Zu's eyes began to change. The erosion of the Demon Lord was gradually tearing his sanity apart. The moment he became a level 7 creature, Wu Zu opened up a dimension called Warrior in the endless dimension. And with the prosperity of martial arts in the Savage Continent, the Warrior dimension became more and more powerful.

Relying on the power of the virtual dimension, the Martial Ancestor was able to resist the erosion of the Demon Lord for hundreds of epochs.

But now wizards have invaded, and the six holy sects and many of their warriors have been slaughtered by wizards, greatly reducing the power of the warrior dimension. And the soul of the martial ancestor has become turbid because of hundreds of epochs.

Even if you become the master of the stars, you still cannot escape the blunt knife of time.

In a trance, Wu Zu's eyes flashed with clarity again. At this moment, he could clearly feel that his soul could no longer hold on.

"Is it finally over?" Wu Zu muttered to himself.

Suddenly, he raised his head abruptly, staring at the old orc who was trying to persuade him to surrender.

"Idiot, you just said that the devil has arrived, right?"

The old orc quickly replied: "Yes, Master Wu Zu. These demons are extremely vicious and are now madly slaughtering warriors on the earth."

A mocking smile appeared on Wu Zu's face, and then he suddenly broke free from the chains on his body, and the steel nails inserted into his body burst out of his body like bullets.

Under the shocked gaze of the old orc, Martial Ancestor casually slapped the soul of the grandmaster out of his body and swallowed it in one gulp.

"You idiot, you really think those chains can hold me down. If I wasn't alone here, I would have beaten you to death."

After saying this, Wu Zu's eyes fell into confusion again. This time, Wu Zu struggled for a long time before regaining clarity.

"Time is running out." Wu Zu shook his head and muttered to himself.

Relying on the information in his soul, he found a rat mask from the old orc. The name of this mask is Jiashuo. In the Demon Cult, his status is second only to the Demon Cult leader. Now that the position of the Demon Cult leader is vacant, he is the actual ruler of the Demon Cult.

Using this mask, Wu Zu and the users of the other eleven masks sent a false message.

[Martial Ancestor has been converted by the Holy Lord]

After sending the message, Wu Zu destroyed the Demon Lord’s thoughts in the mask and said to himself, “I hope these younger generations can be of some use and kill all these infected people.

Otherwise, the wild orcs will really be exterminated."

After saying that, he rushed out of the sea and left the cage that had imprisoned him for hundreds of thousands of years.

On the sea, Wu Zu stood in the air with his eyes closed, quietly feeling the fierce sea breeze blowing on his face.

He hadn't felt this way in hundreds of thousands of years.

Opening his eyes, Wu Zu looked at the wild land in front of him with some nostalgia. Although the wild land was pitch black at the moment, he could still recognize every blade of grass and every tree on this land.

He had no idea how many times he had recalled this scene over the past hundreds of thousands of years.

Suddenly, a trace of surprise flashed across his face. With a thought, a wine jar flew out from a mountain thousands of miles away.

Catching the jar, Wu Zu laughed.

"I didn't expect that after hundreds of thousands of dollars, this jar of wine hasn't been stolen and drunk by anyone."

After removing the seal on the jar, Wu Zu took a deep breath of the aroma of the wine and drank it all in small sips.

"Haha, good wine. I should have asked Brother Du to brew a few more jars back then." Wu Zu laughed loudly, but after laughing he said with some regret, "Oh, I really regret it. I can't drink it happily before I die."

Throwing the jar away, Wu Zu pointed to the sky with one hand, and an astonishing aura burst out from his body.

"I am the Savage Martial Ancestor! Powerful people from other civilizations, can you please send me off for the last time?"

A million miles away, the great wizard Garlon, who was studying martial arts secrets in the floating city, suddenly raised his head with an expression of disbelief.

"The Demon Lord has broken the seal? No, this aura doesn't look like that of the Demon Lord."

He put down the secret book in his hand, and appeared in the air in a flash. He looked in the direction of Wu Zu, and his eyes met Wu Zu's eyes across a million miles.

At this moment, the voice of Martial Ancestor crossed the space and entered the ears of the great wizard Garlon.

In response to Wu Zu's request, the great wizard Garlon laughed heartily.

He untied the wizard robe on his body, and his body suddenly stood upright. With a wave of his hand, the World Tree, which had already taken root in the Holy Sect of Heavenly Punishment and had luxuriant branches and leaves like a mountain, rose from the ground and turned into a handy magic wand.

"I am the wizard Garlon, Martial Ancestor, I am here to see you off!"

(End of this chapter)