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

Where two-dimensional and three-dimensional spaces intersect, concepts are inherently vague, and words struggle to capture their true nature.

Space is compressed to the extreme here, yet it never truly disappears.

It's like a thin, almost transparent veil, reflecting all of reality onto it, transforming it into a flowing painting:

The deep ravines of the Nightmare Rift, the boundless stagnant waters of the Red Swamp, wizard camps, islands and towers floating in mid-air...

All of this was flattened and folded, becoming two-dimensional ink marks and lines.

But this painting is not static.

It rises and falls like the tide, with ripples spreading from the edges to the center and then back from the center to the edges.

Two-dimensional planes and three-dimensional solids constantly intersect, tear, and merge at their boundaries, emitting a silent lament.

Reality here is repeatedly crumpled and then forcibly smoothed out, like a piece of parchment that has been repeatedly written on and then erased.

Only one person stood at the very front of this boundary, completely unaffected by the fluctuations.

He was dressed in the simplest white wizard's robe, his arms crossed over his chest, his brown hair slightly obscuring his eyes.

The face was so ordinary it was almost laughable; it was the profile of a middle-aged man, with regular but unremarkable features—the kind of face you could easily find in any marketplace in a mortal kingdom.
Perhaps he was a coachman, a butcher, a bartender wiping tables, or a street vendor selling miscellaneous goods.

Plain and unremarkable, utterly ordinary.

Yet this seemingly unremarkable man is one of the most supreme beings in the southern region of the wizarding world.

The master of the Seven Saints Tower, the Sage of Calligraphy with the Golden Pen.

A true Radiant Moon King.

He was the one who made the move silently earlier.

With a gentle flick of that golden quill pen, space and reality were forcibly compressed into a two-dimensional painting.

Without disturbing the Nightmare Rift formation, they secretly sent over a hundred Morning Star Wizards into the heart of the rift.

At this moment, he stands between two-dimensional and three-dimensional space, his gaze deep and unfathomable, surveying the entire scene as if examining an unfinished sketch.

Suddenly, a rude and impatient male voice rang out.

The sound seemed to crash directly into this overlapping space, like a pebble thrown into stagnant water, instantly shattering the calm reflection.

The ripples spread wildly, the two-dimensional plane twisted violently, and the three-dimensional outline swayed accordingly, as if the whole world was trembling at this shout.

"Old man, you've lived so long, how come you're getting worse as you get older?"

The voice carried undisguised mockery and irritation.

"I've seen you dawdle here for ages, and you haven't accomplished anything. You're just standing there in a daze."

"Hmph! In my opinion, we should just charge in and grab that bastard, that's all!"

"A guy who barely managed to break through to level seven thanks to those lunatics from the ancient god civilization is probably already backfired by the ancient god and his brain is no longer working properly. What's with all this profound stuff?"

The owner of the voice did not appear, but the aura swept over like a whirlwind, wild and domineering. Even without seeing the person, one could already imagine the domineering nature of the newcomer.

The Sage of Calligraphy did not respond immediately.

He simply tilted his head slightly, his gaze piercing through the ripples and landing in the direction from which the sound came.

The white robe remained motionless amidst the invisible ripples, and the ordinary face still held little expression.

But deep in his eyes, a golden ink-like mark seemed to flash and disappear.

"The Heavenly Demon, you make it sound so easy..."

The calligraphy master, Jinbi, smiled slightly, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

“I’m giving you this chance. Now, go into the rift and try to catch that little thing.”

His voice was gentle, but there was a hint of coldness in his words.

Deep within his eyes, golden ink marks flashed as if alive, his gaze precisely fixed on a void node where two-dimensional and three-dimensional spaces intersected.

"Hahaha!" That gruff voice boomed again, like a hammer striking a bronze bell.

"If it weren't for those old fogies in the Wizarding Council who absolutely refused to allow it, I would have had Aotian Huansha cover this rift valley long ago and scooped that thing out in one go! Why would I be wasting my time here?"

As soon as the words were spoken, the space at the boundary suddenly distorted.

Rumble!
Heaven and earth are upside down.

The original sky transformed into an endless earth, while the earth beneath our feet became a deep dome.

The enormous waterfall deep in the rift valley flows upstream, like a silver river cascading from the "ground" into the bottomless abyss of the "sky".

A giant whale, its scales shimmering like stars, weaves through the waterfall, each movement of its scales creating a sparkling effect, like the oldest wandering spirit in the world.

The "sky dome" above, formed from the earth, cracked open with countless fissures, and star-like points of light floated and sank within them.

Upon closer inspection, those points of light turned out to be enormous beasts with glowing carapaces on their backs, breathing heavily, their breaths creating folds in the space.

Colorful elements intertwine to form a magnificent sea of ​​clouds, within which strange creatures slowly swim:
Some resemble flying birds sculpted from glass, others flow like fiery sprites, and still others are simply translucent nightmare tentacles...

Everything was so beautiful it was almost morbid, tempting one to fall into its trap.

Even a wizard at the sixth level of Morning Star perfection, who has reached the pinnacle, would be momentarily stunned and fall into a deep daze upon seeing this scene.

If one's Dao heart is even slightly flawed, one will be forever trapped in a dream, never to awaken again.

But the calligraphy master remained completely still.

The golden ink marks in his eyes always shone brightly, like an inexhaustible pen, ready to erase and rewrite everything before him at any moment.

He simply gave a faint hum:
"Knowing the trouble on the parliament's side, why are you still talking nonsense?"

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the undulating illusion, a rare hint of approval in his voice:

"However... your Aotian Illusionary Aura has become even more refined. It seems you've improved quite a bit."

"Heh, just a minor improvement." The gruff voice carried a self-deprecating tone. "At our level, small-scale improvements are easy, but taking big strides... is as difficult as climbing to the sky."

As the words fell, a figure slowly solidified in the center of the illusion.

He was clad in a black wizard's robe, the hem of which transformed into layers of eerie wings, their edges burning with strange purple flames, as if they could tear the void apart at any moment.

He was tall and imposing, with a fierce and imposing face, a cold smile on his lips, and eyes full of domineering arrogance.

This person is none other than the Heavenly Demon.

One of the four great forges of the Black Wizards, the true owner of the Forge Stone.

A radiant moon-shaped figure, on par with the Golden Pen Calligraphy Sage.

Purple flames swirled around him, like countless venomous snakes licking the air.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze piercing through layers of illusion, fixing directly on the Sage of Calligraphy.

The Forgestone and the Seven Saints Tower are the two Moonlit factions closest to Nightmare Rift.

It's not surprising that the two dignitaries have come here in person.

The purple flames of the Sky-Soaring Demon subsided slightly between its wings, and its voice deepened:

"Compared to our meager progress... that one deep in the rift has probably already taken a step further."

He finally steered the conversation to that name.

If it weren't for that Her Majesty the Radiant Moon seizing the opportunity back then, directly leaving the Southern Region and the Nightmare Rift Valley behind to pursue a higher level of possibility, how could the Meteor Council be in this mess now?
It's likely that the members of the council would be slapped into dust the moment they stepped into the rift, leaving not even a trace.

The golden ink traces in the eyes of the Golden Brush Calligrapher trembled slightly, and he nodded gently, which was taken as tacit agreement.

“He is indeed an anomaly.” The voice was calm, yet carried a rare hint of emotion. “When the Wizarding Council headquarters threw him into the Southern Region, he had just stepped into the Radiant Moon Realm and used thunderous methods to quell the chaos caused by the Black Wizards and White Wizards. But time is a cruel mistress, and the years are merciless. He has come from behind and left you and me behind.”

Every Radiant Moon Lord has fought their way through countless lesser wizards.

A formal wizard? Nothing but dust.

The very essence of the wizarding civilization is capable of nurturing thousands upon thousands of promising individuals with the potential to become third-level great wizards.

The Morning Star Wizards are considered the backbone, but the very essence of civilization can still nurture the seeds of the extreme realm in large quantities.

Only the Radiant Moon, at the seventh level, is something even the very origin of civilization cannot guarantee.

It is no longer a collection of resources or a series of opportunities, but a miracle created by the superposition of countless "what ifs".

Each radiant moon is a unique crack, tearing open the boundaries of the wizarding civilization's rules, which is why it possesses that almost privileged status.

"Let's not talk about him anymore." The Heavenly Demon shook his head, and the purple flames danced again at his fingertips.
"Right now, he's probably stuck at some crucial point, and we can't find him anywhere. When he finally comes back, we'll all be completely dumbfounded."

The topic has now returned to the present.

"The real problem lies deep within the rift valley." His voice turned cold, filled with undisguised killing intent. "The other side acted swiftly, but we still managed to uncover some clues through the patrol array."

He paused, his gaze sharp as a knife:

"Whether it's the Meteor Council or the ancient rulers of the ancient god civilization, they are just a facade. The real source of this chaos... comes from the god civilization."

"To be precise, it's that dark goddess, Shar."

The last name fell, like a drop of ink falling into clear water, instantly spreading a dark ripple at the boundary between two and three dimensions.

The Sage of Calligraphy did not respond immediately.

He merely raised his eyes slightly, and golden ink marks slowly spread deep within his pupils, like a tattered page being written on, the ink marks fading more and more.

Sha'er, the goddess of darkness.

A name that can send chills down the spines of countless beings throughout the myriad realms.

To the wizarding civilization, she is an absolute and enormous problem. Her strength is unfathomable, she is virtually immortal, and she acts entirely on her own whims, completely disregarding the level of civilization and the rules and order.

It's no exaggeration to say that she's the biggest troublemaker in the entire universe.

Ironically, within the civilization of gods, she was also a scourge that drove people to madness.

The last time, the two advanced civilizations almost went to war, it was because of her.

At that time, Shar forcefully intervened in front of the Wizarding Council and the Pantheon, tearing open a rift that could ignite a clash of civilizations.

In the end, neither side truly broke off relations. It was mainly the Gods Civilization that backed down, cleaned up the mess, and barely managed to suppress the matter.

It's only a hundred or two hundred years.

For the Morning Star Wizard, it was but a fleeting moment.
For His Majesty the Moon, it was more like taking a nap;
Compared to the long history of civilization's origins, it is ridiculously short.

But in that brief moment of yawning, the goddess of darkness, Shar, returned.

And this time, she was clearly after the game she hadn't finished last time.

Last time, she blatantly violated the unspoken rules of the two advanced civilizations, almost dragging them into a full-scale war.

Now that they've made a comeback, the Wizarding Council is naturally not caught off guard this time.

They had already laid out layers of countermeasures, and at the same time, they secretly launched an unprecedented, comprehensive investigation into Shar.

It's worth noting that when the two civilizations first discovered each other, they engaged in a small-scale war to assess each other's capabilities.

It was a localized war involving many of the Radiant Moon Lords and high-ranking deities of the Pantheon.

During this time, Shar never showed up, seemingly having no interest in the wizarding world.

This continued until two or three hundred years ago, when her attitude suddenly changed. Ignoring the Pantheon's prohibition, she frequently entered and exited the sphere of influence of the wizarding civilization.

What is she after?
According to the information gathered by the wizarding civilization, there are two possible options, one of which is related to the goddess of life and nature, Sentia.

The goddess of darkness, Shar, caused the death of the goddess of life and nature, Shantia. Now, she has come to the wizard civilization in order to completely prevent Shantia's possible resurrection!

This message originated from the communication among the gods within the Pantheon; it was information stolen by scouts of the wizarding civilization from within the divine civilization.

Two advanced civilizations are locked in a standoff, with both sides having numerous scouts, including many mid- to high-level spies.

However, this is not entirely correct, because the one with the deepest relationship with the wizard civilization and the most closely related to the city of Shantia is the natural god dynasty in the Eastern Region.

If the other party came for Shangtia, why didn't they go to the Eastern Region but instead came to the Southern Region and used various means to control the Nightmare Rift Valley?
The second option is the most ancient and ethereal legend in all the heavens and myriad realms: the supreme authority.

Unlike Shar's own power, which is verifiable, it is more like a wisp of smoke drifting from the infinite antiquity, intermittent and only fragments of words circulating among the heavens.

Those fragments repeatedly mention that whoever controls the highest authority can step into the ranks of the strongest, standing shoulder to shoulder with, or even surpassing, the most powerful beings in the heavens.

Take the civilization of gods as an example.

The goddess of darkness, Shar, is already a top-tier deity, nearly immortal, wielding powers of darkness, shadow, betrayal, and loss. Yet, even so, she is not the most powerful among the gods.

Not to mention the pinnacle of all the heavens and myriad realms.

Intelligence on the wizarding civilization had already confirmed that the supreme being of the god civilization was only that god above god, Aio.

He is the true pillar of the pantheon and the ultimate symbol of the civilization of the gods.

If Shar can truly grasp supreme power, she can ascend to the heavens in one step, surpassing Io, and even possess true authority over all the supreme beings in the myriad realms.

This explains why she acts so recklessly: she is unafraid of the wizarding civilization, disobeys the commands of the gods, and does everything for her own benefit.

She was no longer playing a game of strategy between civilizations, but was gambling on a desperate gamble that could rewrite the entire world.

The latest intelligence from the wizarding civilization is that Shar already possesses a fragment of the "Golden Scales," one of the highest authorities.

The golden scales symbolize "absolute fairness".

Once all the fragments are gathered and the scales are completely reshaped, she will be able to wield this supreme authority and become the strongest among all the heavens.

But this thing has been circulating among the heavens since countless ages ago, appearing countless times and being pieced together countless times.

Every time, it's always just a few pieces short.

The closest it ever came to being complete was in the hands of a top-tier intermediate civilization.

That civilization was infinitely close to the threshold of advanced civilization, with profound foundations and boundless fortune.

As a result, it was swallowed whole by the civilization of the gods, and the radiance of the Pantheon descended directly, crushing the entire plane of existence into dust.

It is very likely that Shar picked up some of the fragments during that battle.

Now, she has silently infiltrated the territory of the wizarding civilization, stirring up the Nightmare Rift and creating all this chaos...

The answer is obvious.

Perhaps another fragment of the Golden Scales is hidden within the wizarding civilization.

This is quite possible, and it's also the most likely reason why the goddess of darkness, Shar, might come here.

With the behemoth that the two Radiant Moon Goddesses were backed by the Wizarding Civilization, they naturally possessed a vast amount of information, which, when pieced together, allowed them to easily determine the Dark Goddess Shar's purpose.

"Although she is a top-tier being, her true form dares not descend upon the wizarding civilization. If it is merely an avatar, what is there for us to fear if we join forces!"

Aotian Zhisha snorted coldly, showing no fear of the Dark Goddess Shar.

After all, even if the two of them were no match, there were several other Lords of the Moonlit Realm who could provide support at any time.

Even more remarkably, the wizarding civilization's dimensional patrol array can be activated at any time to participate in this Radiant Moon War in the Southern Region! (End of Chapter)