Hogwarts Summoning Guide

Ordinary cultivators from all realms, even with profound cultivation and formidable physical strength, would instantly lose their composure and mental clarity before such an ancient divine illusion that strikes directly at the soul. Within moments, they would be completely submerged in the illusion, at the mercy of their opponent. But Bai Lin's soul foundation had long transcended the mortal realm, rivaling that of gods. Years of battles within illusions, mental struggles, and tempering in dire circumstances had made his soul as resilient as an ancient rock, pure and unblemished, impervious to all evil.

The instant the illusion invaded, a barely perceptible trace of confusion flashed across Bai Lin's eyes, and his sea of ​​consciousness rippled briefly, but this daze lasted only a fraction of a second. The next second, a point of golden solar fire suddenly shone between his brows, and the scorching, pure power of the sun god instantly washed over his entire sea of ​​consciousness, burning away all illusory images, tender obsessions, and whispered thoughts. The confusion in Bai Lin's eyes completely dissipated, his mind became as clear as a mirror, and his spirit remained as stable as ever, without the slightest mental backlash or loss of consciousness throughout the entire process.

"Illusory realm, mere child's play, utterly vulnerable." Bai Lin's voice was cold and steady, without the slightest ripple. The moment he raised his hand, intricate magical patterns flew from his fingertips, his dual-elemental magic moving at will, and his offensive and defensive system instantly took shape.

A brilliant, pure golden holy light erupted from within him, and the magic of order was activated at full power, instantly covering his entire body in holy armor. The exquisitely crafted holy light armor perfectly conformed to his body shape, with intricate and solemn patterns on the shoulder armor, waist, abdomen, arms, knees, and ankles, flowing with the orderly radiance that purifies all things. It could not only resist physical impacts and magical bombardments, but also isolate all mental toxins, illusionary corruption, and dark pollution, completely blocking the corrupt power of the ancient gods from his body.

Almost simultaneously, the void trembled, and countless pale blue hexagonal light fragments condensed from the free energy of heaven and earth, layering and overlapping, densely and sparsely surrounding Bai Lin within a three-foot radius around him. They swirled rapidly and steadily, flickering with light and shadow, forming an absolute defensive barrier—a barrier of will—without any blind spots or loopholes. This defense did not rely on magic to withstand damage, but was based on Bai Lin's unwavering mental fortitude. It possessed the special effect of absolutely negating and completely intercepting all forms of damage, including physical attacks, magical bombardments, mental shocks, corrosive toxins, and spatial tears, making it virtually impervious to all magic.

Grakua's illusory mental tendrils surged relentlessly, densely packed and layered, crashing wildly against the barrier of will. With each collision, large swaths of black tendrils were sliced, crushed, and dissolved by the blue light. The illusory mental power couldn't even penetrate the surface of the barrier before utterly vanishing into nothingness. The entire mental storm was easily neutralized by this absolute defense, without even causing a ripple.

In the distance, thousands of orange-yellow compound eyes of Grakua contracted violently in unison, their pupils trembling, filled with utter astonishment and overwhelming ferocity. He had traversed the endless depths of space for countless years, using this mental illusion technique to suppress countless powerful beings and devour the souls of countless gods. Never before had a mortal been able to break through his deadly illusion so easily and thoroughly, without even experiencing the slightest mental interference.

A mere mortal cultivator possessed a soul resilience and defensive capabilities far exceeding what the ancient gods had predicted. After the initial shock came utter rage. Grakua no longer held back; the black mist around him instantly surged a hundredfold, his bloated body violently expanded, his flesh twisted and stretched, accompanied by a deafening roar as dark magic exploded wildly.

Boom—!!

His body expanded rapidly, growing from a humanoid form of several meters to a colossal octopus of over a hundred meters in an instant, fully revealing his true form as a hundred-meter-long giant octopus. His tentacles, as thick as mountains, stretched out wildly, slamming into the cave walls. The hard, fluorescent rock layers instantly cracked and collapsed, sending fragments of rock and debris flying like rain. The entire cave space violently collapsed, folded, and twisted, on the verge of shattering.

Just as the cavernous secret realm was about to be shattered by the colossal true form and the space was about to collapse completely, a languid, indifferent, ancient, and distant divine aura slowly descended from the deep rift in spacetime. The invisible dark green life energy gently enveloped the entire battlefield, and the originally broken and chaotic space was instantly smoothed, stretched, and expanded.

The ancient god Satogua, who had been secretly observing the battle, quietly revealed himself. This toad god, who had slumbered for countless years, possessed a massive, bloated body covered in fine, black hair. His enormous toad belly bulged, and he had a pair of large bat wings. His eyes were half-open, half-closed, and his expression was languid and weary, yet he exuded an overwhelming pressure emanating from the ancient rulers, suffocating those around him. He had no intention of directly joining the battle; he merely observed this inter-level clash with cold indifference. Raising his hand, he activated his primordial life force, instantly expanding the originally cramped cave battlefield thousands of times, transforming it into a boundless, independent void domain capable of supporting the fierce battle between colossal beasts. The shattered rock walls rapidly repaired themselves, and the chaotic space stabilized once more, providing sufficient space for the epic duel between the two powerful beings. He himself hovered silently at the edge of spacetime, his eyes concealing deep calculations and observations, silently recording every ability and every move of Bai Lin.

The expanded void battlefield was vast and boundless, with endless dark space above, below, left, and right, dotted only with scattered specks of firefly light. Gracoa's hundred-meter-long octopus form coiled in the void, its power overwhelming. Dozens of mountain-thick tentacles swept and danced wildly in turn, each swing of the tentacles generating violent air currents that tore through the starry sky. Thick, black, corrosive venom constantly spewed from the tips of the tentacles. When the venom fell into the void, it would sizzle and melt away the spatial barriers, leaving dark cracks that would take a long time to heal, its corrosiveness terrifying beyond measure.

Not only that, Gracchus's enormous octopus head opened and closed slightly, chanting obscure, ancient Cthulhu incantations that no one could understand. The incantations echoed through the void, causing violent spatial tremors. Countless dark spatial rifts exploded one after another, from which a continuous stream of bizarre abyssal monsters poured forth and swarmed in. Nightmares, multi-legged and possessing the ability to devour shadows; Deep Ones, blind and adept at group mental interference; Invisible Children, with illusory forms capable of stealthily attacking from the void; and countless deformed and twisted abyssal aberrations—layer upon layer, densely packed, tens of thousands of monsters converged from all directions, sealing off all of Bai Lin's escape routes, attempting to wear down their opponent through overwhelming numbers and swarm attacks.

Faced with the overwhelming onslaught of monsters and the colossal true form, Bai Lin remained calm and composed, showing no sign of panic or fear. Having fought countless battles across the heavens and endured numerous fierce clashes, he was already accustomed to desperate battles. His offense and defense were fluid and seamless, and he could switch between chaos magic and order magic at will, with the two elements perfectly blending and each fulfilling its function.

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