The Wizard: From Zero-Ring Wizard to Almighty Lord.

Chapter 206 Four Thousand Five Hundred Years!
Chapter 206
The silvery-white spacetime storm, like a torrent of divine punishment, swept down from the sky, relentlessly devouring the entire outer plane, as if it were the most violent vortex in the world.

The storm contained both the blazing fire of time and the low rumble of tearing apart void rifts; wherever it passed, all matter and laws were annihilated like dust.

However, on the edge of this nearly destroyed outer plane, there is still a relatively safe zone.

This place seems to have been deliberately bypassed by the storm. Although the spatial distortion is still visible, it has barely maintained structural stability, becoming the only remaining refuge.

At this moment, on the edge of this storm, countless war fortresses stand in the void like a steel forest.

Each fortress gleams with the eerie light of sorcery inscriptions and alchemical structures, a temporary defense constructed by wizards after they fled the temporal storm in times of crisis.

Between these fortresses, a group of Morning Star wizards stood solemnly, gazing at the churning silver tide in the sky.

Thunder roared deep within the storm, as if heaven and earth were whispering.

“…According to the city lord,” a Morning Star wizard said in a low voice, his tone filled with disbelief and awe, “the Goddess of the Magic Web…detonated her own divine kingdom…”

"It created a spacetime storm that swept across the entire outer plane, and her purpose seems to be to find something..."

His words echoed in their ears, silencing the surrounding wizards.

These seasoned Morning Star wizards, who had traversed countless battles and ventured into numerous world rifts, remained silent at this moment.

The shock in their eyes was no longer concealed.

Even they never imagined that the Goddess of the Magic Network would go to such lengths, detonating her own divine kingdom and triggering this spacetime catastrophe.

Among them, a burly, heavily armored warrior stood at the forefront, the warhammer on his back as heavy as a mountain; he was none other than the "Warhammer Master".

Unlike the simple shock on the faces of the other wizards, the expression on the Warhammer Master's face was particularly complex.

His eyes, which seemed to see through the metal structure, stared into the depths of the storm, his brows furrowed, a deep unease surging within him.

"Something's not right..." he thought to himself.

"The Goddess of the Magic Network has a good chance of winning, so why would she make such a self-destructive choice? Is she... searching for something? Or has she sensed some threat that we haven't yet detected?"

This doubt had been lingering in his mind for a long time, and he had even expressed his concerns to the city lord of the Mechanical City.

Unfortunately, the other party did not give a clear response, but simply gave a vague answer, with a hint of concealment in their words.

At this moment, he slowly raised his head and looked at the floating fortress in the far center of the sky.

That was a floating fortress, higher than any war fortress, suspended at the boundary of gravity at the edge of the plane, where the lord of the Mechanical City resided.

The floating fortress is magnificent, surrounded by countless suspended energy satellites, psionic focusing mirrors, and protective magic rings, resembling a giant floating magic matrix.

Deep within the fortress, the will of the city lord of the mechanical capital resides.

Unlike the speculations and deductions of the wizards below, the city lord, whose strength had reached the fifth level of Morning Star Wizard, was not as calm as he appeared.

A huge wave of emotions was already surging within him.

In fact, he knew more than anyone else.

Long before the time-space storm arrived, the Wizarding Council had already issued him the highest level of "warning order," informing him in detail of the truth of the matter.

Beyond the multiverse, a supreme god-level being is slowly approaching this dimensional cluster.

That was a supreme god, a terrifying being who could truly reshape the logic of the world with his own will.

The goddess of magic's crazy actions were not without reason; rather, she sensed the approach of that being and chose to detonate herself in advance, thus triggering a storm.

Perhaps they wanted to delay, cover up, or even find some "supreme thing" first.

The city lord did not tell these truths to the Morning Star wizards below.

He knew very well that once the truth was revealed, panic, chaos, and collapse would spread like a plague.

He didn't tell the other Morning Star wizards the truth not only to prevent the battle lines from faltering and morale from collapsing, but also because...

He is gambling!
It was a thrilling gamble, a high-stakes gamble with the entire war at stake!

Although the Goddess of the Magic Network destroyed her divine kingdom and ignited a storm, it was merely an avatar.

The value of a fully divine avatar possessing complete divinity and a portion of the original will is beyond description.

If he could capture this clone and bring it back to the wizarding world, he would have a great chance of obtaining a vast amount of resources from the "Great Being"...

It could even be the breakthrough resource that would allow him to reach the pinnacle of the sixth level, Morning Star!

That is the threshold that every level five wizard dreams of, the only path to the ranks of the "great beings"!

Despite how terrifying the true form of a supreme god may be.

That was a god that no level six being could match, but a "supreme being" who had truly stepped into the top of the pantheon!
But he still chose to remain silent, because he believed that the great being of the wizarding world who was watching all this from behind the scenes would surely take action to stop the approaching supreme god!

He was gambling—gambling on his own judgment, on the depths of the wizarding world, and on the fact that the wizarding civilization wouldn't sit idly by after this storm.

"A level six opportunity..." The city lord sighed softly.
"This time, I have already spent three hundred years of my lifespan to escape the time-space storm of the Goddess of the Magic Network... If I cannot successfully advance, today's battle will be a completely unprofitable bloodbath."

His eyes closed slightly, his will transformed into a stream of light, and sank into the "Furnace of Destiny" at the deepest part of the floating fortress, gradually falling into silence.

If anyone could peer into that depth, they would only see a charred and broken flame of consciousness, seemingly slowly being repaired, quietly flickering.

He was indeed seriously injured. The spacetime storm of the Goddess of Magic was not an ordinary calamity, but a god-level destructive rhythm that transcended the fifth level of understanding.

He managed to break free from the eye of the storm, but he had already exhausted himself.

But right at the heart of this storm, a completely different scene is quietly unfolding.

Inside the storm, time surged wildly like a raging torrent; almost every breath, a year had passed in the outside world.

The land here has completely decayed, and the living beings of the past have turned into bones and dust. Even metals, crystals, and arcane constructs have turned into black ash under the erosion of spacetime rifts.

An indescribable sense of decay permeated the air, as if even the light itself was stained with the rust of time.

The void was dim and desolate, the stars were covered in dust, and even time itself seemed mottled and old.

In this desolate wasteland, a golden light streaked across the sky, cutting through the air like the dawn piercing the decaying heavens.

Behind it, a dark light filled with the aura of magic followed closely, like a falcon locking onto its prey, relentlessly pursuing it.

The former is Qi, riding on the golden scales.

The latter is the goddess of the magic network who destroyed her own divine kingdom and caused a temporal storm.

Qi's original intention was to quietly enter the "second battlefield" and investigate Lynn's whereabouts.

However, his infiltration did not escape the notice of the Goddess of the Magic Network, who immediately locked onto him once external forces intervened.

"Lynn...you must live and return to the wizarding world..."

In the wind, Qi spoke softly, his eyes revealing a rare complex expression.

In his plan, Lynn's role should have already been completed.

But he needs Lynn to return to the wizarding world alive so that he can fulfill what he wrote in the contract in the future.

Therefore, Qi was very worried that the time-space storm would wear down Lynn's lifespan.

After all, Lynn was only a level two wizard, and his lifespan was not very long.

In this frantic flow of time, every moment of delay could become the end of life.

He probably won't live much longer.

But the problem is, he simply has no way to go to Lynn!
The goddess of magic was ever-present, like a snake coiling around him. She had already locked onto Qi's existence, and if he were to be distracted even slightly, he would be directly devoured by her divine torrent.

"Damn it..." Qi gripped the golden scales tightly, gritting his teeth and whispering, "Lynn... you can only rely on yourself now."

But it's not entirely hopeless.

At least he could still feel that faint but clear connection.

Deep within the golden scales, the unbroken thread of the contract still pulses, indicating that Lynn is still alive.

This is the most valuable "good news" amidst the current storm.

Not far behind, amidst the silvery-white temporal surge, a dazzling yet chilling divine light suddenly burst forth.

That was the figure of the Goddess of the Magic Net, a perfect image sculpted by the gods, walking between annihilation and decay.

"You can't run away."

Her voice was ethereal and cold. With a slight lift of her jade hand and a flick of her fingertip, a runic blade imbued with divine structure shot out, instantly shattering the entire expanse of silvery-white wind in front of her.

That wind was woven from the chaotic rhythms of time, space, and fate, and ordinary beings could not shake it in the slightest. Yet she slicing it through as easily as cutting paper.

Her figure was like a god strolling atop a storm, her silver hair flowing, yet her beautiful eyes held only one figure.
That golden scale that has escaped.

A cold smile curled at the corner of her lips, her eyes were indifferent, yet there was a hint of obsession in them.

She was in no hurry.

Even if she can't catch up for the time being, she's not worried at all.

Because in this storm where space and time are disordered and lifespans are leaking away like sand in an hourglass, the real contest is not about strength, but about who can live longer!

The person before me who wields the eternal supreme balance is far inferior to me in terms of direct strength, so his lifespan is most likely to be shorter than mine.

So if you chase long enough, time in the storm will feel like ten years, and sooner or later, the other person's life will come to an end.

And she only needed to wait quietly, waiting for him to exhaust his last bit of life and personally hand over the golden scales to her.

"Before Shar... seize the scales of eternal supremacy."

She murmured softly, her red lips parting slightly.

In fact, she had already sensed Shar's presence.

The true supreme god has begun to influence this plane of existence!
Even through the layers of spatial barriers, the mere diffusion of the aura before its arrival had already left profound traces on the outer edge of the spacetime storm.

The sky no longer twinkled with stars, but was instead filled with twisted, spiraling dark cracks;

The earth was no longer filled with the smell of decay, but instead permeated with a thick, inky dark divine power.

That is the symbol of Shar, the true night of darkness, the all-consuming end.

The goddess of magic took a deep breath, her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and the sense of urgency in her heart grew stronger.

They are currently in the outermost plane of the dimensional world, which is considered the most central place, so they are less affected by the main god.

Even so, the encroachment of darkness has already begun.

If this were in the material plane, it would probably have already been completely plunged into boundless darkness, with all light, elements, and even time itself being swallowed up.

And that darkness continues to deepen.

That means... Shar is getting closer.

The distance between her and this plane is shrinking little by little... The countdown to the arrival of the Goddess of Darkness has begun.

A spatial storm roared, and powerful figures from various factions were engaged in a fierce battle...

The goddess of darkness, Shar, is descending, and the goddess of magic is attempting to seize the scales of eternal supremacy before her...

The lord of the Mechanical City is gambling, hoping to win so that the Wizarding World can withstand the Dark Goddess Shar, and he can gain this avatar of the Goddess of the Magic Network after the time-space storm ends...

Qi took control of everything; wielding the golden scales, he became the pursuer of both the goddess of magic and the goddess of darkness, Shar.

The current situation can be said to be entirely his doing, and the plan has seemingly been successfully completed.

Unfortunately, his plan encountered an unexpected turn of events at the end, namely the link where Lynn was located...

If Lynn dies here, then it's hard to say that his plan has truly succeeded.

That's why he's now praying that Lynn can escape unscathed and return to the wizarding world...

The demands of various powerful figures have become intertwined, and amidst the temporal storm, everyone hopes to be the one who laughs last.

The temporal storm howled furiously, like the wailing of collapsing worlds, echoing in the silvery-white void.

In the storm, the rhythm of time and space has been completely disrupted, with the past, present, and future intertwined.

Deep within the storm, the Thirteenth War Fortress is no longer the glorious place it once was.

Its defensive array has long since collapsed, its steel walls have turned to charcoal, and its mysterious inscriptions have been corroded by time.

Ultimately, not even the ruins could be preserved; they were completely annihilated into dust drifting in the void.

But at the edge of that ashes, on the frozen earth that even the storm could not completely erase, a pale green light still stubbornly burned.

Lynn, the will of his soul is hidden in that green light.

"...Four thousand five hundred years...I have endured in this dead land for a full four thousand five hundred years..."

He murmured softly, his voice old and weary, echoing deep within his consciousness like a flickering candle in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

At the core of that green light was a life sanctuary constructed by Ivgrid.

It was this extraordinary plant that pulled him back from the brink of death, sheltered him on the frozen ground at the heart of the storm, and protected him from the ravages of time and space for four thousand five hundred years.

Thanks to the miraculous properties of the frozen soil, his lifespan was forcibly extended tenfold.

As a level two wizard, his original lifespan was only five hundred years, but the power of the frozen earth extended his lifespan to the limit of five thousand years.

Four thousand five hundred years of struggle and cultivation seem to have brought some kind of "hope," but they have also brought us closer to the edge of the end.

He looked up at the outside world.

The silvery-white storm continued to howl, tearing the sky and earth apart, showing no signs of abating.

The spacetime storm continues.

How long can he live?

Theoretically, it should last another 500 years, but that's under the premise of being protected by permafrost.

Now, the power of the permafrost has been completely exhausted; the green soil has withered and turned white, and can no longer sustain its life.

In other words, from now on, Lynn has less than fifty years left to live!
He knew perfectly well that in these fifty years, there would be no miracles, no support, and no way out.

He closed his eyes, and the silence and loneliness of those 1.64 million days and nights surfaced deep within his soul.

There is no dawn, no dusk, no changing seasons here, only eternal, cold gloom and unchanging howling storms.

In this "prison" where he could neither move forward nor escape, the only thing he could do was cultivate... or more precisely, nurture Ifgrid.

Over the course of four thousand five hundred years, Lynn was unable to improve his own soul; he could only enhance the strength of Ifgrid.

He recalled his past progress:
Over the first five hundred years, through gradual accumulation of meditation, he elevated Ifgrid from a first-level plant to a second-level transcendent plant.

For the next fifteen hundred years, he continued tirelessly, rising and falling with time, and Yvegrid ascended to the third level.

Another thousand years have passed, and it has finally reached the peak of level three.

According to Lynn's understanding, the limit is the Level 3 Extraordinary Plant of Ifgrid.

Therefore, he believed that the power of the "Blue Sky Meditation Method" could penetrate extraordinary plants and enter the depths of his own soul, thereby elevating himself.

However, he was ultimately disappointed.

In the last fifteen hundred years, the Blue Sky Meditation Method was still completely "devoured" by Ivgrid, with not a single ounce of its power flowing to him.

He tried changing his meditation methods, tried severing his connection with Yves Grídz, and even tried giving up his practice altogether.

But everything failed.

Ifgrid had already "occupied" his path of cultivation, as if it were the "host," and he, the wizard, had become a subordinate vessel.

Moreover, the current Ifgrid is so powerful that it is almost beyond imagination!

It is no longer a level three extraordinary plant in the conventional sense, but has faintly broken through a certain "barrier" and stepped into the critical zone between the peak of level three and level four!
Lynn clearly sensed that its vitality, fighting instincts, and domain control had reached an incredible level.

If he were to encounter a great wizard like Yud again, Ifgrid could annihilate him in an instant!

Instantly kill the Grand Wizard!
From the outside perspective, Lynn's "combat power" could not be assessed by common sense; he had almost become the top existence below the Morning Star Wizard.

Ironically, even with such a powerful presence, he was still powerless to change his fate!

Because his lifespan is coming to an end!
Even the most robust plant cannot prolong its owner's life.

Yvegrid radiates light silently, green vines entwining his soul as if unwilling to watch him perish.

But Lynn knew that his time was really running out.

(End of this chapter)