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

In the deep, nightmarish chasm, the passage that the Golden Brush Sage had previously drawn with a single stroke still glowed faintly in the darkness, its edges gleaming with a golden afterglow.

Then, a terrifying aura descended one after another.

One figure after another stepped out of the passage. Each appearance was like lighting a lamp in the darkness, but not a warm lamp. Instead, it was a light of rules that carried a sense of killing intent, coldness, and oppression.

The first thing to appear was the light of discipline.

He radiated a dazzling yet gentle white light, a light that seemed to be woven from countless intricate codes and chains, solemn, dignified, and devoid of warmth.

A level six Morning Star Wizard, the three forces of law have condensed into the most stable triangular shape, supporting each other and restraining each other.

Others are as their names suggest, and so are the rules: precepts.

Any darkness that attempts to overcome will, the moment this light touches it, feel as if it has been bound by invisible iron shackles, emitting a faint, mournful cry.

Following closely behind is Dimensional Ice Soul.

The true form of this sixth-level perfected Morning Star Wizard from the Seven Sacred Tower was hidden in layers of dreamlike and cold illusions.

The frosty chill intertwined with the distorted dimensional light, like countless shattered mirrors slowly rotating in the void, each reflecting a different icy world:
There are glaciers in the far north that never melt, void fissures that have shattered and then reformed, and the ever-present, dreamlike illusion of winter.

Everything about him carried a sense of detachment from reality, as if he himself had already stepped halfway out of this dimension.

Other Morning Star Extremes also appeared one after another.

They are either shrouded in thunder and storms, or entwined with decaying, dark green vines, or enveloped in layers of starlight.

When the level six Morning Star Wizards fully activated the power of the three rules, the radiance was no longer just decoration, but the purest and most powerful means, and the dark tide retreated inch by inch around them.

A group of beings at the peak of the Morning Star realm, who would be the strongest in the world if the Radiant Moon did not appear, were now acting with excessive caution and restraint.

The reason is simple: after all, the Radiant Moon exists within the Nightmare Rift Valley. These Morning Star Realm experts know their own limitations and dare not underestimate the Radiant Moon's abilities.

In one corner of the crowd, there was a figure who stood out from the crowd. He was not enveloped by the light of the rules, nor was his true appearance concealed by any strange phenomena.

He wore a black, fitted robe with a clean cut and strong lines, more like a warrior's attire than the loose robes of a traditional wizard.

The hem of his robe rose and fell slightly with his breathing, and the outline of his muscles was faintly visible under the fabric, but not exaggeratedly; instead, it revealed an extreme restraint and explosive power.

Hercules.

A level six body-refining wizard.

The most unconventional one in the Morning Star Extreme Realm.

His power of rules did not manifest as a light screen, nor did it transform into any unusual phenomena.

He simply stood there quietly, the three rules already fully integrated into his flesh and bones.

It felt as if a galaxy was slowly flowing beneath my skin, and with each heartbeat, it was like a star exploding in my chest.

His physical body is his rule, his physical body is his domain. He doesn't need radiance to protect him, because he himself is the sharpest weapon.

The dark wave crashed three feet in front of him, as if hitting an invisible iron wall, making a dull impact, and then silently shattered and dissipated.

"Everyone, let's set off... Let's not keep those two lords waiting..."

After saying that, Wu Xianzuo's figure disappeared, and the other unique figures also lost their luster and vanished.

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Within the deep, nightmarish rift valley, dark waves surged like living creatures, viscous, cold, and whispering with malice, crashing into the void wave after wave, as if to crush everything in existence into dust.

Hercules' figure, however, was like a blade moving against the tide, forcefully tearing through the waves and rushing towards the nearest city.

Their robes fluttered in the wind, and the sound of the wind exploded in their ears.

He did not activate any magical shield, nor did he emit any magical light; his shield was his physical body itself.

The darkness, upon impacting him within three feet, was like striking an invisible iron wall, producing a muffled thud before silently shattering and dissipating.

"That direction... Energy City."

He muttered to himself, his naked eye piercing through the layers of black tide, locking onto the faint outline of the city in the distance.

Open your palm.

Between the lines of his palm, a purple flame was quietly burning.

It is not an inanimate object, but a living one, pulsating, breathing, and possessing a certain ancient and volatile vitality.

That was the power personally infused by the strongest being of the Furnace Stone, the Fiend of Soaring Heaven.

Before the arrival of this group of Morning Star Realm experts, the two Radiant Moon Lords infused each of them with a wisp of primordial power. It was because of this that they were able to move freely in the Radiant Moon-level dark waves, like fish swimming in water.

“The radiant moon... a single step can make all the difference.”

Hercules' eyes were deep and unfathomable, carrying a rare hint of melancholy.

He had already reached the sixth level of perfection, and his understanding of the power of rules had reached its limit. The three rules condensed into the most stable triangle, and the rule field was as stable as a rock.

But unfortunately, we were just one step away.

The purple flame imprint on his palm trembled slightly, as if responding to his thoughts.

From within the flames, the low chuckle of the Heavenly Demon could be faintly heard—rough, domineering, and impatient, yet carrying a certain understated certainty.

"As expected... after condensing the soul constant, everything is different."

Hercules' voice was so low it was almost swallowed by the waves.

In essence, the great realm of Morning Star Wizards only involves two things: mastering the power of rules and touching the field of rules.

Level four is a rule field with only one rule, like a thin line;
Level 5, two rules intertwined, barely forming a surface;

Level 6, three rules construct a triangle, the most stable structure, the rule field is almost perfect.

However, to reach the seventh level of the Radiant Moon, one does not rely on adding another rule, nor on making the triangle smoother.

Rather... the soul constant.

Suppress everything about yourself—your will, your memories, your obsessions, the essence of your soul—into the rule field, making it a "constant".

An unchanging anchor point, in turn, anchors the entire rule field, allowing it to leap from "stable" to "eternal".

The rules of Hercules are already perfect; the biggest flaw lies in the soul constant...

But since he was on a mission, Hercules quickly suppressed his melancholy.

He took a deep breath, his gaze sharpening like a knife once more. With a light step, he transformed into a black and purple afterimage, tearing through layers of darkness and heading straight for the City of Energy.

The deep darkness was as thick and sticky as living asphalt, making it impossible to see even a step beyond with the naked eye.

But Hercules' eyes were like two cold lamps, piercing through all obscurities and capturing the blurry yet gradually clear outline of the city in the far distance.

The city's shadow grew larger and closer.

He didn't rush in.

There was still some distance to go, and his estimation was extremely accurate: far enough that he wouldn't be exposed immediately; close enough that the wisp of power could be used to its fullest potential.

Hercules suddenly stopped.

With his palm open, the purple flame was imprinted and flickered in the darkness, like a star core that could explode at any moment.

His five fingers suddenly tightened.

scoff!

A sharp tearing sound rang out, as if metal was being ripped apart.

The three forces of law converged within his body in an instant, condensing into an extremely thin yet incredibly sharp needle of law, which pierced straight into the core engraved in his palm!
In an instant, the sparks exploded.

The purple flames, like a wild beast unleashed, burst forth from his palms, first entangling his arms, chest, and legs, and finally consuming his entire body.

The flames did not burn him; instead, they felt like a second layer of skin, cold, violent, and possessing the domineering and wild nature unique to the Soaring Demon.

The next instant, the purple flames expanded wildly in all directions.

A pillar of fire, hundreds of meters high, shot into the sky, and as the flames flickered, they materialized into pairs of hideous demonic wings.

The wingtips sliced ​​through the air with a piercing whistle, followed by a surge of purple flames that swept outwards like a tidal wave.

boom!
A dull, loud bang.

In the center of the purple flames, a colossal star whale, so large it blotted out the sky, suddenly materialized.

Its entire body was covered with shimmering starlight, each scale resembling a collapsed star, and it breathed out purple flames with each breath.

With a flip, the entire dark wave seemed to be held down by an invisible giant hand, emitting a painful, twisting moan.

The Star Whale began to swim. Like the absolute overlord of the deep sea, its massive body moved through the darkness, crushing, tearing, and devouring swathes of black tide with each swipe of its tail.

The purple flames then spread, like thorns that came to life, entangling, burning, and refining anything that dared to approach.

The dark tide retreated steadily before it.

The originally surging tide was forcibly torn open with a huge gap, and the darkness at the edge of the gap seemed to be evaporated by the high temperature, emitting a sizzling sound.

Soon, the vacuum zone expanded, and the outline of the energy city finally became clear.

Not a wisp of darkness dared to approach.

Even the air seemed to have been burned clean, the eerie whispers were completely suppressed, and only the purple flames and the low moans of the star whale echoed in the void.

Here, Hercules has pushed the Star Whale into the deepest part of the Energy City, where purple flames surge like a tide, forcefully tearing open a vacuum passage.

The dark tide, like a scalded beast, roared and retreated in defeat before it.

Meanwhile, from other directions of the Rift Valley, Morning Star Extreme Realms also began to descend.

When Dimensional Ice Soul arrived in the City of Elements, he didn't utter a single unnecessary word.

The golden feather pen borrowed from the Sage of Calligraphy appeared out of thin air. With a gentle touch of the pen tip, the entire void seemed to be compressed into a thin scroll.

The moment the dark tide touched the tip of the pen, it was as if it were erased by an invisible eraser, retreating layer by layer, turning into wisps of ink that dissipated.

The shield of the Elemental City lit up again, the swaying towers within the city gradually stabilized, and the energy nodes that were on the verge of collapse slowly healed under the smoothing touch of the brush.

The Light of Discipline, carrying the chilling aura of the Enforcement Wizard, stepped into another city.

The white light around him unfolded like an iron law, and the three triangular chains formed by the rules jingled in the darkness. With each ray of light, countless black waves were nailed to the spot, like criminals being judged, unable to move.

Other Morning Star Realms carrying the power of the Radiant Moon also took action, their rules and radiance weaving into a net to forcefully pull the cities under their jurisdiction back from the abyss of darkness.

Of the ten major cities, more than half have regained their sight.

But the remaining few became the most tragic.

The dark tide, forced back by the power of the two Radiant Moon Lords, was like a flood that had been forced onto a shelf; with nowhere left to retreat, it could only surge wildly toward these fish that had slipped through the net.

The previously dispersed pressure suddenly concentrated, and the black tide around those cities instantly surged several times over, becoming so viscous that it almost solidified. The impact sounded like ten thousand drums beating in unison, shaking the very void.

Outside the mechanical city, in the endless, deep darkness, dozens of figures are gathering.

Most of them were Morning Star Wizards from the Meteor Council. Some had tattered robes and blood at the corners of their mouths, while others had cracks all over their mental domains, clearly having just fled back in disarray from other cities.

A wizard, his face ashen, spoke breathlessly:
"Lord Sel's dark power... has been suppressed! It must be Radiant Moon from the Wizarding Council who made the move! What do we do now?"

The other person sneered, his voice filled with resentment and fanaticism:
"Hmph, we were too scattered before, so it's normal that Lord Sel couldn't handle it. Now that we're together, it's hard to say who's stronger or weaker."

He pointed down at the crumbling steel behemoth, a sinister smile flashing in his eyes:
"With people like you here, the dark tide has converged and its strength has increased even further. The mechanical city below... won't last much longer."

The words had barely left his mouth when the mechanical city below was almost completely swallowed up.

The shield's luster dimmed to almost transparent in the black tide, and the surrounding darkness was like countless greedy hands, desperately squeezing and tearing.

Click, click...

The cracking sounds of the metal frame breaking echoed, like the final lament of the entire city. Cracks spread across the shield's surface like a spiderweb, and it looked on the verge of complete collapse.

Inside the mechanical city, at the deepest point of the energy layer.

Lynn sat cross-legged in front of a dim sun, closing his eyes to rest.

Suddenly, his eyes snapped open.

His gaze pierced the great sun, whose once blazing light, as intense as a star, had dimmed to almost ashes, its surface covered with fine cracks, like a glass ball that could shatter at any moment.

Each crack emanated unstable energy fluctuations, as if it would completely collapse at any moment.

Lynn frowned slightly and muttered to himself, "The attacks outside... have suddenly become so much more intense. It seems that the Mechanical City will not be able to hold out."

He didn't panic. He simply took a deep breath and silently locked his mental energy onto the golden scales deep within his sea of ​​consciousness.

The scales trembled slightly, as if in response to his touch. Confirming that the scales were safe, Lynn felt relieved, knowing that he was safe.

As for those old friends, Lynn is now in dire straits himself, how could he possibly save them...?

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In the deepest part of the Nightmare Rift, only two figures remained: two level-six Morning Star Wizards, the Demon Wizard and Duke Fletcher of the Wind Shadow.

Flett narrowed his eyes, muttering to himself, "Back when I cooperated with Sel, we were practically equals... but after his breakthrough... humph!"

Previously, Sel's dark power flowed out and attached itself to the Morning Star Wizards, allowing them to use this dark power to launch a counterattack on the ten cities.

But Flett was, after all, a Morning Star Extreme Realm expert, and he was very clear about the power of the Radiant Moon.

The power of the radiant moon contains the constant of the soul.

If an ordinary Morning Star Wizard dared to rashly accept it, even for just a short while, it would be nothing more than drinking poison to quench thirst.

The power of the Radiant Moon is like a maggot clinging to the bone. At first, one might use its might to tear through the darkness and crush the enemy, but once that constant seeps into the flesh and blood, it is like a deeply rooted disease that devours the soul and corrodes the bones, making it difficult to eradicate.

The rules are distorted, wills crumble, and even the soul is reversed and anchored. In the end, the borrowed fire will only burn you to ashes.

Only those at the peak of the Morning Star realm can barely control this power for a short period without suffering a backlash.

But neither Fletcher nor the sorcerer were fools.

As the group of Morning Star wizards, their faces filled with fervor, eagerly received the power infused by the Radiant Moon and excitedly rushed into the depths of the rift, the two of them retreated silently to the very edge, as if avoiding a plague.

Ser was unwilling to take action personally, clearly out of some concern.

Even Sel was wary of something, so how could he, a Morning Star Extreme Realm cultivator, dare to easily go up and throw his life away?

Flett managed to save himself, but could only watch helplessly as the elven Morningstar wizards he had brought rushed into the fire pit one after another.

He's too busy taking care of himself to have the time or energy to remind his subordinates.

"What exactly is the situation with Sel now..." Flett murmured to himself, his eyes deep, "I wonder how many Moonbeams have come to the council this time..."

If Ser hadn't shown him that "thing," that secret path leading to the Moonlit Night, he would have long since tried to escape.

But the threshold of the Radiant Moon is right in front of them, and no wizard stuck in the extreme realm can resist this temptation.

He could only grit his teeth and continue to gamble with Sel.

Just as his thoughts were churning and his chest was tight, a terrifying power suddenly erupted from the deepest part of the Nightmare Rift!

That power was vast and boundless, as deep as a bottomless abyss, yet it possessed a completely different texture.

Compared to the darkness that Sel usually releases, this power is more ancient, purer, and more fundamental, as if it were darkness itself!
Flett's expression changed drastically.

"What...what is this?!"

He instinctively took a step back, his soul trembling slightly. Had something gone wrong with Sel's training? Or...?

Just then, a seductive and alluring laugh rang out unexpectedly in their ears.

The voice was soft, yet it entwined the soul like silk threads, fleeting in an instant.

"Finally...it has appeared."

"I've been searching for so long... and it turns out it was hidden inside the Nightmare Rift Valley..."

Flett froze.

The evil sorcerer's wings suddenly tightened, and his eerie pupils contracted sharply.

"That sound..."

The two spoke almost simultaneously, but then stopped speaking at the same time.

The next moment, a strange sense of emptiness surged into my heart.

It was as if those words had never existed.

Fleet spoke in a trembling, dry voice, "Just now...did we hear something?"

The evil sorcerer shook his head blankly, his face ashen: "I...I don't know. It seems...nothing happened."

But they all knew that something had been erased.

It's not forgetting, but rather... being forcibly removed from memory.

The power deep within the rift was still slowly expanding, like a giant maw awakening, yet the two Morning Star Wizards were deathly pale, their hearts pounding wildly… (End of Chapter)