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

"Warning! Warning! Multiple high-energy creatures are rapidly approaching!"

"Warning! Warning!..."

Inside the space carrier, radar warnings and alarms blared incessantly, while red lights flashed continuously, serving as a constant reminder.

On the deck, Rosalind, Beverly, and the others looked on nervously at Lynn and the Lord of Life, unsure of what to do.

Tick!
Tick!
A glistening raindrop fell onto the edge of the deck, splashing up tiny droplets.

Before I knew it, the once clear sky was now filled with gloomy, leaden clouds, dark and oppressive.

Fine rain, like the melancholy of the Qingming Festival, falls endlessly, weaving a hazy mist between heaven and earth.

And it was precisely upon noticing the falling raindrops that west Ye, located between the brows of the Lord of Life, suddenly realized:
"It was him! It was actually him! Thank goodness it was him!"

"Boy, no wonder you were detected even though you were so far away from the City of Abundance. It turns out there's a lord in the City of Abundance... What a coincidence... But thankfully, it wasn't that crazy woman, Nan Shuang, who came!"

"Enough with the nonsense, just tell me who that person is!"

When Lynn heard Xiye say "Lord," his pupils contracted slightly, and a sense of gravity swept through his heart.

Although west Ye's tone didn't sound hostile, being targeted by a "sub-Moon" level being at this time was by no means an easy thing.

But west Ye, the riddle teller, said so much but never revealed the person's identity.

At this moment, the space carrier floated in mid-air, with dark, gloomy clouds above and a lush, green plain below, a vibrant and lively scene.

Dark clouds hung in the sky, and a continuous drizzle fell, some of the raindrops landing on the deck of the space carrier.

More rainwater falls onto the tender green grassland below, washing away the mud and making the grassland appear even greener.

As the rain continued to fall, west Ye stopped pretending to be a riddle-maker and directly revealed the lord's identity:

"The one who has arrived is the lord of the Eastern Region of the Natural God Dynasty, Tian Benliu Donghui!"

As soon as the words were spoken, it was as if the power of words had resonated with the will of heaven and earth, and the continuous, lingering drizzle suddenly turned into an extremely violent storm.

In the blink of an eye, the continuous drizzle suddenly turned into a torrential downpour, with the rain pouring down in torrents.
Thousands of arrows rained down with overwhelming force, striking the mothership's energy shield and creating dense blue-purple ripples.

And deep within that white, rain-soaked curtain, an aura as profound as a vast ocean and as fierce as thunder was sweeping in with an irresistible force.

The mothership's warning sound had changed from a sharp blast to a hoarse wail, as if the entire mechanical construct was groaning in pain under the will of the other side.

Lynn slowly raised his head, his gaze piercing through the thick mist, knowing that the renowned "Heavenly Flow" of the Eastern Region had arrived.

"This is Donghui's signature move, a torrential downpour, no less powerful than my Autumn Leaves Serenity... Wherever the rain falls, that is where Donghui's will reaches..."

"This guy started with this move, looks like he wants to grab you right away... Kid, release the aura of the Azure Sky Spirit directly, activate it at full power, so I can use it to my advantage..."

Tick!
Tick!
At this moment, the rain all around was no longer a drizzle, but a real downpour.

The rain curtain stretched from the sky to the ground, blurring the line between water and sky, turning the entire world into a realm of rain.

Raindrops pounded on the shields of the space carrier, splashing up countless water droplets and producing a dense, muffled roar, as if countless war drums were beating at the same time.

The rain completely blurred my vision, leaving only a hazy mist and the endless splashing sound between heaven and earth.

Lynn stood in the center of the deck, letting the raindrops explode outside the shield, but his gaze remained unusually calm.

He had no doubt about west Ye's words. The two had already signed a contract of fairness, and under the absolute constraint of fairness, deception was simply impossible.

A thought crossed my mind.

A blinding blue light suddenly burst forth from the Lord of Life's brow!

The next moment, the cyan prismatic crystal detached directly from between the eyebrows and hovered in front of the Lord of Life.

The true form of the Azure Sky Spirit has finally fully manifested.

The uninterrupted faith from the 002nd dimension for ten years had already nourished it to its fullest extent. Now, when it was fully activated, the vitality it unleashed was so tangible that it almost dyed the surrounding rain curtain blue.

Inside the crystal, the outline of a maple tree is faintly visible, its branches and leaves gently unfurling in the bluish light, like an ancient tree of life awakening.

With the help of the Azure Sky Spirit, west Ye spoke in a deep and solemn voice, enunciating each word clearly:
"Fourth-tier sorcery: Max-level Leaf Twilight!"

As soon as the words were spoken, a huge and ancient cyan mark suddenly appeared in the sky, like a crescent moon hanging in the clouds, with countless withered yellow maple leaf shadows falling from its edges, carrying a desolate yet majestic aura.

"Fifth-tier sorcery: Withering Maple Sea!"

Another mark appeared in quick succession. In the center of the mark, it seemed as if an abyss had split open, and countless maple leaves danced wildly like snow, yet each one carried a withered and lifeless desolation, as the power of the rules raged and tormented within it.

"Sixth-tier sorcery: Autumn Leaf Beauty!"

The third mark appeared, but this time it was no longer violent; instead, it was extremely tranquil.

The imprint is like a still autumn landscape painting, with maple leaves slowly falling within it. Each leaf seems to tell of eternal peace, yet it also carries an irresistible force of confinement.

The three marks complement each other and connect with one another, instantly forming a complete combination spell!

"The Poem of Withered Flowers!"

Lynn's eyes burned with passion.

Combination magic, one plus one plus one is far greater than three.

In the past, Xi Ye used this trick in the [Landscape] to completely lock the entire space, as if even the rules themselves had to give way to it.

At that moment, the entire landscape seemed to be paused; time, space, cause and effect... everything was forcibly nailed to the ground by the "Poem of Withered Garden".

At this moment, the blue light intertwined into a net, completely enveloping the torrential rain.

The rain continued unabated, yet it seemed as if it were tightly bound by invisible shackles.

The sound of the raindrops suddenly slowed down, as if countless water droplets were frozen in mid-air, suspended motionless, crystal clear, yet unable to fall again.

As west Ye finished chanting, her voice was solemn:

"The spirit of the blue sky! The poem of the withered aster!"

The three marks overlapped with a thunderous roar, transforming into a vast and ancient cyan rune array.

However, the rune array was incomplete.

Large areas remain incomplete blank spaces, with only the center adorned with a deep blue glow, which is the true form of the Azure Sky Spirit!
Under the torrential rain, the incomplete marks, blessed by the spirit of the blue sky, began to slowly exude a powerful life force.

A surge of azure light spread along the cracks in the rune array, rapidly filling the gaps.

Fine lines and patterns emerged on the surface of the mark, crisscrossing and as dense as a spider web, with a structure so complex it was dizzying.

Each line is engraved with lines of ancient wizarding script, written in the most ancient language, containing endless information, as if the entire tattered scroll of natural laws had been forcibly imprinted on it.

boom!
A deafening roar exploded.

With the infusion of the spirit of the blue sky, the incomplete "Poem of Withered Wisteria" was finally completed and fully formed!

Immediately afterwards, an irresistible force of withering swept out like a raging tide, engulfing the entire world!

Human power is finite, but the universe and nature are eternal.

At this moment, with the complete release of the "Poem of Withered Wan", the landscape of heaven and earth suddenly changed dramatically.

Mountains and rivers shifted, the sun and moon changed, and the torrential rain all around vanished instantly, as if wiped away with a single stroke.

Instead, a vivid and magnificent landscape unfolds: towering mountains rise abruptly from the ground, piercing the clouds; deep lakes seem to have vanished into thin air, reflecting illusory stars; dense forests emerge layer upon layer in the void, their ancient vitality emanating from their swaying branches; boundless grasslands stretch to the horizon, where the wind ripples the grass like waves on the sea…

This is no longer simply a suppression of rules, but a world-changing power!
A terrifying sight, as if the Creator himself were present!
Rain, dark clouds, night... everything was completely replaced by this independent and complete "world".

The space carrier hovered there, like a lone boat floating on the newly born land.

Lynn stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze passing through this "Poem of Withered Willows" constructed by rules and life, and falling into the deepest part of the sky.

There, the powerful aura that had always been hidden deep within the rain finally became clearly visible.

The rain is still falling, but it's no longer rain.

It transformed into the newborn power of heaven and earth, each drop carrying the weight of rules, each strand like a newly woven cause and effect.

After the poem of withered aster was fully unfolded, everything in the world was redefined:
The rainwater was no longer just water, but transformed into blue shackles and chains, falling from the sky and heading in a distant direction.

Once these chains are locked, they become shackles of the Way of Heaven.

If Xiye were at his peak, this "Poem of Withered Glory" would be enough to suppress a Morning Star wizard into a mortal Muggle, rendering even the rules unable to function.

But now he is just a broken body. Although the spirit of the blue sky has been nourished by the power of faith for ten years, it is far from recovering its full power.

While the effect is strong, it is ultimately far from being on the same level.

Even so, if an ordinary Morning Star Realm expert were to encounter such a scene, they would have no choice but to kneel down and beg for mercy, and be suppressed on the spot.

Unfortunately, the visitors were not from an ordinary extreme region.

Rather, he is a lord of the same rank as Xiye at his peak, possessing the combat strength of a second-tier Radiant Moon!
Rumble!
In the instant the world changed, that figure was finally fully revealed to Lynn and the others.

He stood suspended in mid-air, not wearing a traditional wizard's robe, but rather a wide, dark blue garment, the hem of which fluttered wildly in the wind.

His body was as tall and strong as a mountain, his blue hair fluttered in the rain, and his eyes were as deep as a bottomless sea, calm yet containing a whirlpool that could devour everything.

He was already standing in the pouring rain; every drop of rain was an extension of his will, and every gust of wind was his domain.

But now, the world has been reborn. Although the rain still pours down, it no longer belongs to him. Instead, it has been forcibly taken away and rewritten by Xi Ye's "Poem of Withered Wan".

Then, a terrifying phenomenon suddenly appeared behind Tian Benliu Donghui.

It was an enormous millstone, as deep as the eye of the ocean, with swirling eddies and surging waves on its surface.

In the center of the millstone, a deep blue vertical pupil seemed to open, coldly looking down at everything below.

On that millstone, countless giant fists formed from seawater appeared densely!

Each fist was as hard as steel, as large as a mountain, and its surface was wrapped in a regular blue sheen.

They didn't crash down immediately; they just hovered quietly, like countless heavy hammers poised to strike.

Rainwater is originally soft and formless; you can cut it with a knife and it will flow on. It should be an indestructible force.

But at this moment, as the rain approached Donghui, he still stood with his arms crossed, expressionless.

But the giant fist on his back moved.

boom!
A sea fist struck first.

The raindrops were instantly crushed into nothingness, and even that space seemed to emit a faint lament.

Then, a second, a third... a barrage of fists rained down like a storm!

Each punch shattered, evaporated, and vanished the rain.

The rain curtain continuously crumbled and receded under the bombardment of the giant fist, like a mirror shattered by countless heavy hammers, the sounds of shattering and roaring intertwining into an apocalyptic symphony.

Between heaven and earth, the sound of rain was no longer a monotonous patter, but a shrill whistling sound torn apart by the force of a punch.

Tianbenliu·Donghui. Lord of the Eastern Region. A being of secondary brilliance in combat strength.

At this moment, the millstone behind him was still slowly rotating, with waves churning within it, and giant fists raining down like raindrops.

Donghui's voice was as loud as thunder, booming through the torrential rain:

"west Ye, you're still alive? That's unbelievable... The Spirit of Azure Sky has been dormant for so long, and now it has reappeared, but I never imagined it would be at your hands again..."

"But you don't seem to be in good shape right now. Even the poem of withered chrysanthemum is so weak and powerless... You should just come back to the Natural Divine Dynasty with me. Those senior elders miss you very much!"

A moment later, west Ye's voice boomed out, carrying a feigned strength but unable to conceal a hint of weariness and helplessness:

"Hmph! Donghui, are you trying to kick me when I'm down? That's not like you! Now that I've returned to the Eastern Region, I'll definitely be going back to the Natural Divine Dynasty!"

"But not now, I still have things to do! I'll go back once I've taken care of them!"

"And you, the dignified Lord Donghui, do you intend to take advantage of my vulnerability and fight me? To forcibly force me back?"

Although west Ye's voice was loud, it carried a clear sense of "retreating to advance," as if she were openly showing weakness.

On the space carrier, Clara and Rosalind were both slightly taken aback upon hearing this.

Just now, when they saw the Lord wielding the Poem of Withered Glory and its earth-shattering power, they were excited and proud.
Hearing Lord Xiye show weakness to Donghui, even with a hint of retreat in his tone, the two almost doubted that they had misheard.

However, although these words were unpleasant to say, they did have an effect.

Donghui, who ranked second among the four great lords back then, second only to Xiye, pursued a fair and honorable victory throughout his life and never stooped to taking advantage of others' misfortunes.

Upon hearing this, Donghui smiled faintly, his voice carrying a familiar composure:
"I'll be waiting for you to return... but your combination magic was quite impressive just now. Come and try my newly created combination magic... After that, I'll naturally leave and wait for you to return in the Nature God Dynasty..."

Before he could finish speaking and before west Ye could respond, he began to chant to himself:
"Tianben!"

"Sky Run Zero Form, Sky Run One Form, Sky Run Two Form, Sky Run Three Form, Sky Run Four Form, Sky Run Five Form, Sky Run Six Form, Sky Run Seven Form!"

With each shout he uttered, the enormous sea eye behind Donghui suddenly began to rotate!

Amidst the torrential rain, the whirlpool in the sea eye accelerated, and the blue waves surged like living things, revealing unique patterns of change.

The waves coalesced into countless giant, fist-shaped shadows, densely packed, carrying an unparalleled sense of oppression.

The power of the Morning Star Realm erupted completely, and terrifying power of rules continued to accumulate, like a giant mountain about to collapse, ready to crash down at any moment.

On the space carrier, Lynn's expression changed slightly, and he quickly sent a telepathic message to west Ye:

"Just block this one!"

However, west Ye, who was in the space between the eyebrows of the Lord of Life, had a face that was now a dark green.

He had barely managed to recover some of his strength thanks to the power of his faith over the past ten years. He had already exhausted most of his energy by activating the Poem of Withered Glory, and now he had to withstand Donghui's newly created combination of witchcraft...

west Ye's voice rang in Lynn's mind, tinged with a hint of helpless resentment:

"...That old guy, he really went all out."

The rain intensified.

The sea eye spun like thunder.

And those seven "Sky Run" moves are ready to be unleashed.

Between heaven and earth, only the sound of rain and the impending roar remained. (End of Chapter)