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

Deepest within the Nightmare Rift Valley, at the very bottom of the Mechanical City's energy layer.

Lynn stood frozen in place, his mind as if gripped by an invisible giant clamp, his thoughts in complete chaos.

Just now, he finally activated the golden scales.

Golden light burst forth, and a vortex gate took shape before him. On the other side of the gate was the familiar dome of the Temple of Life, and Beverly's worried little face.

He thought he could get away with it, but just as Kinmen was taking shape...

The terrifying dark power solidified as if it were a physical entity, instantly engulfing the entire energy layer.

A graceful figure appeared unexpectedly in the depths of his mind.

Their first meeting should have been one of strangers, but the moment Lynn saw her, he felt a strange sense of familiarity, as if her name was already etched deep within his soul.

Sha'er, the goddess of darkness.

She moved with a languid yet deadly cat-like gait, her graceful figure slowly approaching in the space of thought.

The curves forged by darkness were still perfectly outlined, her waist was so thin that it seemed as if it would break at any moment, her long legs drew an alluring arc in the void, and her black hair cascaded down like an ink waterfall, covering half of her face, revealing only a sweet and cloying smile.

She extended her slender, white fingers and gently stroked the cheek of Lynn's manifested mind.

The fingertips were icy cold, yet they carried an almost burning possessiveness.

"My little darling..." she said softly, her voice as sweet as melting honey, "Give me the scales, okay?"

For a moment, Lynn thought he was done for.

After hundreds of years of dominating the wizarding world, scheming and treading carefully at every turn, he is about to perish here, dying at the fingertips of a supreme god.

He could even feel his soul being gently squeezed, like glass that could be crushed at any moment.

The next moment.

Shar's slender, soft hand, which should have continued to penetrate deeper, tearing open his skull and digging out all the secrets, stopped.

It's not just about stopping.

The entire scene was as if an invisible hand had suddenly pressed the rewind button.

Her voice suddenly distorted and reversed:

"How about... we hand over Pingtian..."

The tone of voice was played back in a strange reverse, like a cassette tape that had been forcibly reversed.

Immediately afterwards, her palm left Lynn's cheek, and the arc drawn by her fingertips was reproduced backwards.

Her graceful figure began to retreat, taking cat-like steps, one step at a time, not just an ordinary retreat, but a retreat as if time were flowing backward.

Her black hair floated upwards against gravity, her skirt billowed in the opposite direction, and the darkness behind her receded like a tide being drawn back.

Everything around me is in disarray.

The cracks in the walls of the energy layer healed backwards, the extinguished sun reignited with embers, and the surging dark tide was pulled back into the depths of the rift by an invisible force.

The golden vortex gate, which had been teetering on the brink of collapse, has now stabilized, and the golden light is gradually solidifying again.

Lynn's thoughts were forcibly pulled back to reality, and the restraints on her soul were instantly released.

He gasped for breath, took a half step back, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat.

Shar's figure was still receding.

One step, two steps... retreating further and further, fading into the distance.

The graceful curves gradually blurred in the space of thought, like ink stains blown away by the wind, until finally only a wisp of black smoke remained, which was suddenly pulled away by some larger and more indescribable force.

The entire process was eerily quiet.

It's as if someone in a higher dimension pressed the "undo" button.

Lynn stared intently at the dissipating black smoke, his heart pounding like a drum, his chest aching with each beat. He knew that Shar hadn't retreated on her own; she had been... forcibly dragged away.

"interesting."

A voice suddenly rang in his ears.

The voice was soft, with a faint smile, like the warmth of the spring afternoon sun shining on the bluestone slabs.

Like the senior students you met in college when you were young, with clean smiles and bright eyes, they always made you feel that you could trust them without reservation.

"Supreme authority...I hope you can gather it all."

"Also, the Natural God Dynasty has been waiting for far too long. It's time to take that thing back."

Lynn's breath hitched.

He didn't even see the person, but just from that voice, his mind automatically conjured up the image of the other person:

With gentle eyebrows and eyes, slightly upturned lips, and broad yet unpretentious shoulders, he stood there like a tree that had been kissed by the sun for a long time.

The next instant, he subconsciously wanted to materialize the voice, to imagine and depict the other person in the realm of his mind.

Mental energy was flowing away like a river bursting its banks.

He saw a blurry light, a pair of smiling eyes, and the other person reaching out, as if to gently pat his shoulder...

No matter how hard they tried, that figure was always just a little bit unclear.

The more I tried to grasp it, the more it slipped through my fingers like sand. A tearing, stinging pain began in my mental realm, as if countless needles were piercing my consciousness simultaneously.

Finally, just before his mental energy was about to be completely exhausted, the golden scales gave a faint but clear response.

It was like a bucket of cold water being poured over my head.

Lynn was jolted awake, and all the illusions shattered instantly.

"No...no! I can't think about it anymore!"

His face was as pale as a dead man's, his eye sockets were deeply sunken, and his pupils were bloodshot. He looked like a madman who hadn't eaten or drunk for half a month and was almost insane.

Veins bulged on his forehead, and his jaw clenched so tightly it made a grinding sound.

The Blue Sky Meditation Method is in full operation.

The power of green creative rules surged back like a tide, barely managing to re-weld the crumbling spiritual realm.

Lynn was panting heavily, his voice hoarse and barely audible.

"Supreme authority...the natural divine dynasty...seeing through everything at a glance...what level is that...?"

The words had barely left his mouth when a splitting headache struck him, as if someone were hammering his head. He immediately shut his mouth tightly, forcibly cutting off all thoughts.

"Hiss... I can't think about it, I can't guess, I can't look..."

"The gap is too big...it's like humans facing gods..."

Lynn gasped, his back already soaked with cold sweat.

He was saved.

They were saved by the goddess of darkness, Shar.

The one who made the move was a true big shot in the wizarding world.

In those battles between beings, a Morning Star Wizard like him couldn't get involved at all. Even watching from the sidelines was like being caught in the dust of a storm, constantly hampered and easily annihilated.

The golden scales trembled slightly deep within his consciousness, like a ray of soft morning light seeping into the chaos, gently soothing Lynn's turbulent thoughts. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to stop the impulse that had almost torn his soul apart.

The golden vortex gate still hung in front of him, its golden light steady and warm at the edges, but he did not step into it immediately.

The surrounding dark waves had quietly subsided at some point.

It was no longer a violent surge, no longer a viscous engulfing force.

Those black tides that once writhed like living creatures are now like the surface of the sea after the tide has receded, leaving only a thin, lifeless layer of ink, quietly spreading over the ruins of the mechanical city.

Lynn's gaze wandered in the darkness, a wave of indescribable fear washing over him.

"That great figure from the wizarding world... has arrived."

He didn't even see the other person's shadow, nor hear their footsteps, but it was all over.

He couldn't imagine or understand that method. It wasn't destruction or suppression, but rather a direct "revocation" of Shar's arrival, like erasing a wrongly written draft with an eraser.

Shar, a being of god-like status, was dragged away without a sound.

"This time...it's too dangerous."

Lynn muttered to himself, his voice hoarse.

“I am only a Morning Star Wizard, yet it feels as if I have stepped into the battlefield of the Radiant Moon... no, even higher.”

He slowly extended his right hand, the back of which rippled in two distinct ways in the dim light.

The deepest one, like an intricate spider web, is fine, ancient, and carries a kind of sacred coldness; it is the mark of the goddess of the web.

The chief god of the civilization of gods, the supreme controller of the magic network.

And now, an even deeper and denser layer of darkness has been added to this spider web.

It was like a frozen night, its edges still slightly undulating, carrying a sweet yet deadly fragrance. Undoubtedly, this was a trace left by the goddess of darkness, Shar.

Two chief gods, two top beings of the various god civilizations.

And he, a mere fourth-level Morning Star Wizard, was simultaneously "focused on" by them.

Lynn gave a bitter laugh, a laugh that made his chest feel tight.

"The golden scales... are they truly the highest authority?"

"The goddess of darkness, Shar... must be the main god who suddenly intervened during the last dimensional expedition."

"It's a real mess... a tangled mess that can't be untangled."

A headache came over me like a tidal wave.

Although he was merely a witness to everything that had happened before, and not even a bystander, the clash at that level still felt like an invisible hammer, striking his soul again and again.

The great existence of the ancient god civilization can drive mortals mad at first glance; the clash between the gods and wizards, even if it is only an aftershock, is enough to leave the mental realm of the Morning Star wizard riddled with holes.

At this moment, his mental energy was almost exhausted, and his soul was like a piece of paper that had been dried in the wind, ready to tear at the slightest force. His head was throbbing, and even thinking had become a torment.

"I can't think about it anymore... I need to recover first."

Lynn gritted his teeth and grabbed a handful of potions, crystal cores, and rare soul supplements from his spatial ring, stuffing them into his mouth as if they were free.

The medicine was so bitter it made my head tingle, and the energy from the shattered crystal core rushed straight to my head, barely managing to revive my parched mental state little by little.

He sat down against the remnants of the extinguished Great Sun, closed his eyes, and began to practice the "Azure Sky Meditation Method." The green power of the rules of creation seeped into his sea of ​​consciousness like a drizzle, gradually repairing the cracks.

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The endless heavens and infinite planes are like grains of sand in the desert, suspended in the vast universe, reflecting the shimmering light of billions of stars.

In this vast galaxy, grains of sand vary in size, as do stars.

Smaller ones, like the 001 dimension and the Spirit Eye dimension under Lynn's command, are so insignificant that they can be almost ignored, barely qualifying as a faint firefly in the galaxy.

The truly magnificent and colossal civilizations are the ones that truly shine.

Wizard civilizations, ancient god civilizations, civilizations of gods... they have long since transcended the realm of "stars".

One or two planets? That's nothing but a mortal delusion.

They occupy entire nebulae, galaxies, and even territories spanning galaxies.

Countless planes, worlds, ruins, fragments of collapsed rules...

They devoured, merged, and woven into enormous nets that enveloped a corner of the endless void, like clusters of burning starlight, appearing from afar as the most dazzling light in all the heavens.

And the civilization of gods was the most dazzling one among them.

Its core, the most brilliant, sacred, and inviolable area, is none other than the divine kingdoms of the gods.

The basic divine kingdoms of demigods are like newly born star cores, weak yet tenacious; the ordinary divine kingdoms of lower-level gods have already taken shape, radiating a faint divine glow.
The powerful divine kingdom of a mid-level god has stable rules and a clear domain; the brilliant divine kingdom of a high-level god, or the main god, is as blazing as a star, radiating for billions of miles and illuminating the entire void.

It is worth mentioning that in the context of the pantheon, "demigods" are actually true gods, just the weakest and most marginalized.

Their divine kingdoms, though small, have transcended the mundane and acquired the essence of eternity.

The kingdoms of gods may seem close at hand, but in reality, they are separated by billions of light-years.

The void is vast and distorted, and ordinary beings cannot cross it even if they spend their entire lives trying.

But among these divine kingdoms, there is an absolute center that connects them all.

That is the Pantheon, the true heart of the civilization of the gods.

Whether they are innate deities or acquired gods who climbed to godhood step by step from mortals, once they become gods, they will leave their own mark in the pantheon.

The demigods and lower-ranking gods have only one simple mark, embedded in the stone wall at the bottom of the temple, dim and inconspicuous;

Starting with the intermediate gods, they each possessed their own sculptures, lifelike and imbued with divine essence;
The statues of the higher gods and chief gods are hung high at the top of the hall, enormous, dazzling, and radiating an almost eternal light.

Each statue is like a small star, illuminating the entire pantheon and the entire territory of the divine civilization.

They stand silently, overlooking billions of planes, overlooking the prayers and betrayals of countless beings, existing eternally.

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At the very center of the Pantheon, beneath the towering dome where statues of gods stand, the figures of the chief gods hang high in the void.

Each statue is so enormous as to be almost absurd, like a small star forcibly compressed into the form of stone and light. A terrifying power of rules flows across its surface, capable of instantly annihilating the soul of a mortal with the slightest touch. It is the purest symbol of order in the civilization of the gods.

Those who ascend to the position of the supreme deity are never mediocre.

The powers they wield are all immortal concepts that point directly to the very foundations of the universe: justice, death, magic, war, earth, fire, storm, time, void...

These concepts are the skeleton of the laws themselves, and they are the embodiment and representatives of these concepts.

The main gods of most pantheons are ancient beings that are breathtakingly ancient.

They awoke at the beginning of the multiverse and witnessed the first ray of light, the first drop of water, and the first thunder.

Their fall or absence would directly tear apart the world's underlying logic: without death, the souls of the dead have nowhere to rest; without the earth, all things have no roots to rely on; without justice, order would instantly collapse into a chaotic jungle.

They are almost eternal.

Unless they suffer annihilation or are completely wiped out by a more powerful force, time is to them only a river that flows forever but cannot be eroded.

For example, a certain fallen goddess of nature and life, who wielded eternal power, unexpectedly perished, causing an impact on the civilization of the gods that continues to this day… (End of this chapter)