Wizard: I have ten trillion nanomachines

Like an invisible mirror, it reflects every thought and ambition of Felix with perfect clarity.

Felix's path to power, his schemes, and even the entire history of this wizarding legion over tens of thousands of years were presented to Lokunlun without reservation.

The bloody memories of plunder, the secrets of promotion, the internal power struggles...

Everything is transformed into a stream of fragmented information, which is instantly analyzed, absorbed, categorized, and made available for our own use.

He unearthed witchcraft texts, tactical plans, world coordinates, and even Felix's hidden memories deep within his soul, memories he had almost forgotten.

After gathering all the information they knew, Luo Kunlun made his move.

There were no earth-shattering phenomena, no world-destroying power; he simply thought of it, and his will traversed seven thousand light-years of cold void, silently enveloping this world occupied by wizards.

The twelve white bone pillars, inscribed with ancient incantations, were taken from the remains of fallen third-ring creatures. They once supported the dome of the Wizard Council Hall. Now, under the will of Lokunlun, they shattered inch by inch in an instant. The soul fire flowing between the bone patterns was completely extinguished before it could even flicker.

The dark gold-robed wizards, who had just emerged from the council hall, were still replaying their Lord's killing orders in their minds with trepidation when, before they could even utter a scream, they vanished without a trace, leaving not even a fragment of their souls behind.

Crimson Robe, in his scarlet robes, is leading the First Legion in inventorying the expedition's supplies. Cole, in his purple-gold robes, is hiding in a secret chamber, plotting how to enrich himself during the attack on Dawnworld. Brown, in his black armor, is gathering his assassins...

But at this moment, everything seemed to have been paused.

All the wizard's legions, all the towering wizard towers, and all the alien slaves branded and tamed, stripped of their own selves, vanished silently under the shadow of an invisible will.

Only Felix, atop the towering witch tower, sensed an impending doom in an instant.

The Morning Star Wizard's pupils contracted sharply, his white robes fluttered without wind, and a vast power of rules erupted from his body as he attempted to tear through space and escape, even at the cost of burning his own true spirit in an attempt to gain a sliver of life.

But all of this was in vain.

Faced with Lokunlun's absolute power, the struggles of a fourth-ring Morning Star wizard are no different from those of an ant.

In an instant, Felix's body, along with his ambition, vanished into the world without leaving a trace.

The war was over from the very beginning.

The whole world fell into a deathly silence.

Gone were the roars of wizards and the wails of slaves; only the sound of the wind rustling across the earth remained, carrying an eerie tranquility.

After doing all this, Luo Kunlun withdrew his gaze.

"The Tower of Babel, and... the true origin world of wizards?"

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From the time Felix could remember, he lived under the rule of the wizard emperor Mosayus.

It was a vast, merged world centered around the Tower of Babel, formed by plundering and integrating multiple worlds.

Born into a third-ring wizarding family, Felix was born into the upper class of the world, never having to struggle for resources or fight for survival.

It was precisely because of this that he was able to have a smooth journey, relying on his family's resources and his own talent to continuously break through his limits, eventually becoming on par with or even surpassing his ancestors, and rising to become a revered Morning Star Wizard in the future.

Having good talent is not enough; you also need a good platform and a rare, hard-won opportunity.

After advancing to the third ring, staying in the Tower of Heaven is truly just killing time.

To advance to a higher level, one must expand outwards, plunder more of the world's origins, and decipher more complex rules of heaven and earth.

On the initial pioneering journey, Felix would sometimes encounter other wizard pioneers.

They had brief periods of cooperation, as well as periods of relentless confrontation.

On one occasion, in order to accumulate resources, Felix joined a pioneering group led by followers of the Morning Star Wizard.

But after the war ended, the old man who had led the effort broke his promise and failed to pay the promised resources, only giving Felix some yellowed pages as an excuse.

Those weren't some lost ancient classics, but rather some historical rubbings with blurred characters, the edges of the pages slightly brittle, exuding an air of decay from the passage of time.

Felix was filled with resentment, but he dared not break ties with the Morning Star Wizard's follower, so he could only keep it to himself.

Afterwards, he casually jotted down the contents of the document and tossed it into his warehouse where he kept all sorts of spoils and resources, never to be seen again.

Besides some general knowledge about wizarding history, the contents of those pages also included some vague and uncertain records.

Among them are records about the origins of the wizarding world.

Felix scoffed at this.

Even a novice apprentice in the Tower of Babel knows that the origin of wizards is just an ordinary world.

Because they could no longer provide the resources for powerful wizards to advance, they were decisively abandoned by their ancestors.

The original world is too narrow; only the vast and boundless realm of geniuses is the wizards' hunting ground, their stage for plunder and conquest.

Under the iron-fisted rule of the Wizard Emperor Mosayus, the wizard community has become a powerful force to be reckoned with in the heavens.

But that's not what's recorded in those pages.

On the yellowed pages, the handwriting was hasty and hurried, as if the writer was experiencing great fear and anxiety when putting pen to paper, and even the strokes were trembling.

"Tindaros, our world is undergoing unknown changes; it seems to be transforming into a semi-closed system."

"Mana, and other alien energies, are disappearing at a visible rate. The earth is becoming barren, and my abilities are gradually being locked away by the world itself, beginning to fail..."

"It's like something is adjusting the world..."

"We must escape... If we stay any longer, we'll all be trapped and die in this cage!"

"Note down the coordinates. We'll come back to investigate when we're strong enough."

At the end of the page, there was a crooked star map with a highly secretive, encrypted coordinate marked in the center.

When Felix first came across this record, he found it utterly absurd.

In the official history of the Tower of Babel, the ancestors left the original world in pursuit of a wider universe. It was a glorious expansion and a great expedition. Where was there any trace of a miserable escape? That's utter nonsense.

But at this moment, these words, which he had forgotten in the corner of his memory, were peeled out of the fragments of his soul by Luo Kunlun and presented clearly before his eyes.

Luo Kunlun pieced together these fragmented pieces of information bit by bit, and thus, he obtained a coordinate.

A coordinate about Tindaros, the origin world of wizarding.

The destination of those coordinates is some corner of the heavens, and without precise star chart guidance, it would be impossible to find any trace of it.

A semi-closed system... energy disappears...

These keywords inexplicably resonated with the deathly silence of the astral realm.

The rules of the astral plane are so stable as to be almost rigid, and everything operates according to a predetermined trajectory, as if it were a pre-programmed sequence.

What has become of that world called Tindaros?

Luo Kunlun slowly raised his hand, imprinting the coordinates deep within his consciousness. He could sense that a secret seemed to be hidden at the end of those coordinates.

"Tindaros...then let's go take a look."

Lost in thought, Luo Kunlun left.

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After a long time, in the empty world, there were outsiders.

It was an exploration team sent to the Dawn World.

Because they had not been in contact with the main world for a long time, and with the appearance of the World's Child of the Dawn World, they suffered repeated defeats and had no choice but to flee back to the main world to request Felix to send reinforcements and to ask high-ranking wizards to suppress the World's Child.

But the moment the exploration team's war fortress broke through the atmosphere, the brown-robed wizard leading the team frowned.

It's too quiet.

In the past, beneath the sky of the main world, one could always see the light of the Wizard Tower piercing through the clouds, as well as high-ranking wizards.

But now, the world is deathly silent.

There were no towering wizard towers, no patrolling wizard legions; as far as the eye could see, there was nothing.

"The Lord's Tower of Wizardry...?" a young wizard asked in a trembling voice, his voice filled with fear.

The brown-robed wizard leading the group did not answer; he wanted to contact Felix, or any other high-ranking wizard.

However, even after scanning the entire continent with his spiritual power, he couldn't detect even a trace of a wizard's aura, as if there had never been a wizard here.

In this familiar yet unfamiliar land, not a single wizard could be seen.

"Something's not right...something's really not right." The brown-robed wizard's expression grew increasingly grim. What had happened in the main world while they were away?

Lord Felix, the Crimson Archmage, Cole, Brown... all the high-ranking wizards, all the legions, all the wizard towers, have vanished.

It was as if it had been completely wiped away by an invisible hand.

"Could it be... that the Lord and the others have encountered a powerful enemy?"

Just then, a gust of wind blew by.

They, too, turned to ashes as if they had never existed.