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

Just moments before the anomalies erupted deep within the Nightmare Rift, the Mechanical City had become a crumbling, isolated island.

The layers of darkness were as thick as ink, and the oppressive feeling was like countless cold hands, gripping the steel behemoth from all sides.

The already crumbling azure light barrier of the protective formation became even thinner, and with each impact of the waves, it emitted a mournful sound like twisting metal, as the blue light struggled desperately in the black tide.

Finally, I couldn't hold on any longer.

Click!Click!
One crisp sound after another, like ice cracking under immense force.

The azure protective array shattered layer by layer from the outside in, the fragments flashing like shooting stars in the darkness for a moment before being swallowed up.

Once a crack appears, there is no way to reverse it.

The deep black tide surged in like a flood bursting its banks, instantly engulfing the entire mechanical city.

Darkness was no longer a shadow, but living, viscous, whispering water.

They are ubiquitous; once the outer array is broken, the inner simple barrier, protective runes, energy barrier... all become useless.

The Kuroshio Current surged upwards, like a giant ship capsizing in the deep sea, filling every cabin with seawater.

The energy layer, the second layer, the third layer... all the way to the top seventh layer, everywhere is filled with dense, surging darkness.

Like countless black snakes, they burrowed into pipes, cracks, and gear gaps, devouring light, sound, and everything that tried to resist.

Terrified screams rose and fell.

Formal wizards fled in terror, some were swept away by the black tide and instantly lost their lives; the Morning Star wizards barely managed to maintain their domains of rules, but could only struggle to hold on in place, their domains constantly being gnawed away, like candles flickering in a gale.

The entire city of machines has become a tomb completely submerged in darkness.

Energy layer center.

Lynn stood before the sun, which had once burned as brightly as a star, his face grim.

The sun had completely dimmed.

The once dazzling light is now dull and lifeless, its surface covered with spiderweb-like cracks, each crack revealing its dying weakness.

The energy fluctuations had long since returned to zero, leaving only a last ember, flickering weakly in the crack, like a candle flame that could be extinguished at any moment.

Lynn's gaze slowly shifted, sweeping across his surroundings.

Black water seeped from the walls, gears, corners, pipes... everywhere.

They are not merely shadows, but creatures carrying a real malice, slowly writhing like countless eyes lurking in the dark.

He only glanced at it, but felt a sharp pain in his mind, and his head spun, as if his soul had been gently tugged by something.

"Hiss... The mechanical city has completely fallen."

Lynn gasped, forcing herself to calm down.

His mental domain was operating at full capacity, and the power of creating rules enveloped him like a thin green mist, forming a fragile yet tenacious barrier. The dark tide crashed against the barrier, emitting a sizzling, corrosive sound, but it could not advance an inch for the time being.

"What exactly is the Wizarding Council doing?"

Lynn frowned, his voice so low it was almost swallowed by the darkness.

"Throwing hundreds of our Morning Star wizards in here... are we really just sending them to their deaths?"

Lynn was trapped in the heart of the mechanical city and had no idea that the Wizard Council had already taken serious action.

Light of Discipline, Throne of the Martial God, Dimensional Ice Soul... These Morning Star Extremes, carrying the authority of the Golden Pen Calligraphy Sage and the Soaring Heaven Fiend, tore through the darkness and carved out bloody paths in the black tide.

Wherever they went, the radiance of rules sliced ​​through the waves like a sharp blade, forcing back, suppressing, and even briefly dispelling that pervasive malice.

Several cities were thus brought back to light, their shields lit up again, and the shaky towers were barely stabilized.

Ironically, it was precisely because of their arrival that the dark tide was forced to retreat, gather, and converge.

The already scattered pressures, like a flood forced onto a shelf, rushed all at once to the remaining few cities that had escaped the net.

The mechanical city was the worst victim. The intensity of the darkness, which was originally struggling to hold on, suddenly surged several times over. The black tide squeezed in from all directions, like countless hands tearing at the skeleton of this steel behemoth at the same time.

In fact, just moments before the complete fall of the Mechanical City, a Morning Star Realm expert was already speeding towards this place.

But he was ultimately a step too late.

When he arrived, the azure shield had completely shattered, and the black tide poured in like water bursting its banks, instantly engulfing the entire city.

Deep within the energy layer, Lynn stood before the sun, which had been completely extinguished, his face extremely gloomy.

"What exactly is the Wizarding Council thinking..." he murmured to himself, his brow furrowed.
"Isn't there only one Radiant Moon in Nightmare Rift Valley, Ser? Why not just have the other Radiant Moons join forces and crush him?"

Of course he didn't understand.

Parliament's goal has never been Serbia.

Rather, it is the dark goddess Shar, who is hiding behind all of this.

It is precisely because they want to catch this big fish that the parliament is so hesitant and conflicted, afraid to push things through to the end, lest they scare people away.

Splash...

The dark waves, like ink coming to life, silently spread towards his feet along the floor, walls, and gear gaps.

Lynn took a deep breath, suppressing the irritation in her chest.

"There's no time... No matter what the council is up to, saving our lives is the priority."

With a thought, his mental energy instantly locked onto the golden scales deep within his sea of ​​consciousness.

Click!

A golden luster suddenly bloomed in front of him, like a blooming metal flower.

The vortex gate slowly took shape, and on the other side of the gate lay the familiar scene of the Temple of Life.

Beverly, dressed in her black and white maid outfit, stood in the center of the hall, holding a cup of hot tea. When she looked up and saw Lynn in the vortex, her eyes lit up, and she opened her mouth, about to sweetly call out "Master"...

At that very moment.

The entire Nightmare Rift Valley seemed to be suddenly gripped tightly by something.

boom!
The power of darkness suddenly erupted!

If the previous Kuroshio Current was merely boiling water, sweeping everything away yet still retaining a traceable temperature.

At this moment, it suddenly transformed into scalding magma, thick and heavy, carrying an almost tangible malice, like countless black blood vessels bursting simultaneously in the void.

The original dark tide was ultimately just the power within Sel, but because it had been fused with the remnants of an ancient ruler from the ancient god civilization, it carried eerie and indescribable whispers that could cause one's reason to flicker and crumble like a candle flame.

The darkness that was sweeping in at this moment had completely changed its master.

It was no longer a chaotic, frenzied, delirious tide of filth, but a pure, noble, and almost sacred darkness.

The purest darkness.

The highest and most supreme darkness.

The master of power has quietly shifted from Sel to the dark goddess Shar, the big fish that the Wizarding Council has been scheming to catch.

There were no warning signs whatsoever.

There was no unnecessary preamble.

This supreme god of the pantheon suddenly made his move.

The terrifying power at the level of a supreme god was unleashed like a burst dam of ink.

The entire Nightmare Rift Valley seemed to be gripped tightly by an invisible giant hand, the void twisted, the rules wailed, and space itself emitted a series of cracking sounds.

The once turbulent dark tide, now seemingly forcibly reshaped by a higher will, has become calm, cold, yet possesses a suffocating elegance.

The Wizarding Council was proceeding cautiously, taking each step carefully, trying to figure out how to lure this big fish out and force her to show herself.

As a result, they did nothing.

The big fish jumped out on its own.

They probably never imagined that this top god who infiltrated the wizarding world would act so...directly.

Shar did have something to ask for, and she certainly didn't want to make a big fuss.

But the moment Lynn released the aura of the golden scale fragments, she could no longer restrain herself.

The target has appeared.

She naturally stopped pretending.

Rumble!
Lynn felt as if his soul had been struck by a giant hammer.

The golden vortex gate was right in front of him, just one step away from stepping through, but his legs felt as heavy as if they were bound by countless invisible black threads, making it impossible for him to move.

The golden light trembled violently under the pressure of darkness, its edges peeling away inch by inch, like a candle flame extinguished by a downpour.

A seductive, sweet voice, soft as a lover's whisper, yet carrying an air of supreme authority, rang in my ears.
“My little darling… I’ve finally found you…”

The moment the sound entered his ears, Lynn's soul trembled violently.

My mind went completely blank.

His thoughts were like ink splashed on his mind; all his ideas, resistance, and will were instantly stained black. He tried desperately to break free, only to find that his consciousness had been gently grasped by some higher being, like an invisible hand, tenderly yet irresistibly pressing down on the deepest part of his soul.

There, a graceful figure slowly materialized.

Her entire body was forged from the purest darkness, yet it still outlined breathtaking curves, with a slender waist that seemed so delicate it could be broken with a single grasp, and a pair of long, beautiful legs that were faintly visible in the darkness, exuding a deadly allure.

Her long hair cascaded down like an ink-black waterfall, obscuring half of her face, revealing only a faint smile that was almost cruelly sweet.

She stood quietly in the depths of Lynn's mind, like a master scrutinizing his prey.

Lynn tried desperately to dispel the figure, to awaken the golden scales, and to cross that rickety door.

But all efforts seemed to sink without a trace.

The figure simply raised his hand, his fingertips tracing an arc in the air.

Lynn's soul was as if it were being pulled by invisible threads, unable to move.

The voice of the goddess of darkness, Shar, rang out again, this time with a hint of playful chuckle:

"Don't rush..."

"Sister, I've been looking for you for so long..."

The golden vortex gate trembled violently, but Lynn was unable to respond; his consciousness was completely enveloped by the graceful black shadow.

The figure of the dark goddess Shar slowly approached from the depths of his soul.

With each step, Lynn's heartbeat slowed a fraction.

She stopped in front of him, bent down, and gently touched his forehead with her cold, soft fingertips.

"My little darling..."

"Hand over the scales, okay?"

Her voice was sickeningly sweet, as if she were flirting.

………………

At the very depths of the Nightmare Rift, the terrifying dark wave suddenly erupted, like a giant python awakening, and locked onto the direction of the Mechanical City.

The entire rift valley seemed to be gripped tightly by an invisible giant hand, the space emitted a faint, mournful sound, and the rules whispered in distortion.

At the same time, the Morning Star Realm being closest to the Mechanical City, as well as the Light of Discipline, Hercules, Dimensional Ice Soul, and others in the distance, all simultaneously felt a momentary distortion in their souls.

It felt like something had gently pinched it, then quickly released it.

A moment later, consciousness returned, but everyone's expression suddenly changed drastically.

They were all too familiar with this feeling; it was the aftershock of the oppressive aura that only emanated when His Majesty the Radiant Moon unleashed his full power.

Fortunately, before they descended into the rift valley, the Golden Brush Sage and the Sky-Soaring Demon had left a mark on each of them.

That mark was not only the key to leverage power, but also the eyes of the two Radiant Moons spying from afar.

Fortunately, before this group of Morning Star Realm experts descended, the Golden Brush Calligraphy Sage and the Sky Soaring Fiend left marks on them. These marks not only allow them to unleash the power of the Radiant Moon level, but also...

At the same time, this also allows the two Radiant Moon Lords to observe the situation in this place remotely.

However, Hercules, Light of Discipline, and others thought it was Sel who made the move, but outside the Nightmare Rift, at the boundary between two-dimensional and three-dimensional space.

Space twisted and rippled like water, and the Golden Brush Sage and the Sky-Soaring Demon stood in this crevice, remotely watching everything deep in the rift through the markings.

The moment that unusual dark power erupted, the expressions of the two Radiant Moon Lords changed simultaneously, a rare occurrence.

His composure, which remained unchanged even when Mount Tai collapsed before him, crumbled completely in that instant.

"The Goddess of Darkness, Shar...why did she suddenly make a move?!"

The voice of the Sky-Soaring Demon was filled with an incredulous growl, and the purple flames on its wings suddenly surged, only to be forcibly suppressed in the next second.

Deep within the pupils of the Golden Pen Calligraphy Master, golden ink traces flowed wildly.

They thought they had everything under control.

They assumed that even if Shar infiltrated, she would proceed cautiously, testing the waters step by step, waiting for them to gradually force her out.

But now, she simply flipped the table, without any warning, without any build-up, she just... came.

The plot doesn't seem to be unfolding as they expected...

The two Radiant Moons exchanged a glance, both with the same rare panic in their eyes.

At this moment, regardless of why the Dark Goddess Shar suddenly made her move, they all knew that they had to find a way to stop her and contact the great one who had ascended to the supreme position as soon as possible!
"If we join forces, we should be able to hold off the Dark Goddess Shar for a while... long enough for that great one to descend..."

"Aotian Zhisha said with a gloomy expression."

The Sage of Calligraphy, Jinbi, didn't waste words.

He raised his hand, and a golden quill pen appeared out of thin air, its fingertips already covered in ink, about to make a stroke in the void.

But the pen tip barely touched the void.

He suddenly stopped.

He looked as if his soul had been ripped out, his eyes instantly becoming blank.

"What...what was I about to do?"

The voice was very soft, yet it carried an eerie emptiness.

Upon hearing this, Aotian Zhisha wanted to curse, "Nonsense, of course we should go and stop it..." but the words caught in his throat.

He opened his mouth, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper, as if desperately trying to retrieve something from his memory, but unable to grasp it.

"Stop...stop who again?"

The two fell silent, as if the air had frozen in that moment.

They knew perfectly well what they had to do, and they were extremely eager to do it, having no other choice.

But at that very moment, their will was as if gently tugged by an invisible thread, and a crucial point in their memory was silently erased.

The golden quill pen hovered in mid-air, drops of ink from its tip falling but never quite reaching the ground.

The purple flames of the Soaring Demon flickered on its wings, like candlelight that might be extinguished at any moment.

The two exchanged a glance, and the confusion in their eyes gradually turned into a deeper fear—not fear of the enemy, but fear of their own memories being arbitrarily extracted and altered.

The feeling was like having your soul gently squeezed by an invisible hand, and the crucial part just vanished silently, leaving only a blank echo.

"Ding!"

Just then, a crisp sound, like the striking of a triangle, suddenly rang out, piercing through the overlapping two-dimensional and three-dimensional void and entering the sea of ​​consciousness of the two people.

That was the exclusive telepathic mark of the Southern Branch of the Wizarding Council.

Those few words acted like a tranquilizer, instantly extinguishing the panic in their hearts:
"That esteemed person has been here..."

The Golden Brush Calligrapher and the Sky-Soaring Demon both let out a long breath, their tense shoulders slowly relaxing, their faces changing from pale to a state of near-exhaustion relief.

That person, sir.

Naturally, it is the supreme being who transcends the radiant moon and reigns supreme over all heavens, the Sun Wizard who created the "Summer of Cycles" calendar.

They finally understood why their memories had suddenly broken down, and why the crucial name and purpose in their minds were as clean as if they had been erased by an eraser.

Instead, it was that important person who made the move.

That level of power is no longer a simple act of intimidation, but a terrifying force that directly distorts reality, rewrites cause and effect, and even reshapes history.

Before Him, His Majesty the Moon is nothing more than a slightly larger mortal. The extraction and alteration of His memories are merely a matter of course.

They forgot who they were supposed to stop, forgot the specific details of the mission, but none of that mattered anymore.

The arrival of that esteemed person signifies that everything has been settled.

This mission is over.

Afterwards, all they need to do is return to the parliament, open the complete dossier, and all their memories will flow back like a tide, without any discrepancies.

The golden ink marks of the calligraphy master slowly subsided, flowing again deep within his pupils, restoring their former indifferent and profound appearance.

The purple flames of the Soaring Demon also retracted their wings, and a ferocious smile returned to the corners of its mouth, but with an unprecedented sense of awe.

Both of them lowered their heads at the same time, their gazes fixed on the direction of the Nightmare Rift Valley, the fear in their eyes now completely transformed into a deep, almost devout awe.

"Take control of the Nightmare Rift Valley."

The Sage of Calligraphy spoke calmly, issuing one command after another: "From this moment on, no one is allowed to enter or leave."

The Heavenly Demon nodded, his voice deep and thunderous:
"Block all passages. All wizards in the outer camps, move out immediately."

Commands poured out through the markings like a tidal wave, and the camp in Red Swamp instantly came to a boil.

Morningstar wizards, full-fledged wizards, and even low-ranking apprentices who were originally only responsible for logistics all sprang into action.

Sky islands, flying towers, steel fortresses… all the floating structures began to move slowly, runes lighting up one after another, forming massive blockades that gradually closed in on the outer edge of the rift… (End of Chapter)