Wizards pursue the truth

Chapter 404 [404] The Omen of Wang Ya's Death

The area shrouded in white mist was incredibly terrifying; even after conducting relevant experiments and research, Wang Ya concluded that it was impossible for any living creatures to exist there.

Those microscopic substances will devour everything they can, whether it is energy or the medium connecting to the deep space.

Even the gaps between dreams can be devoured, and Wang Ya's connection with the bubble world is infinitely close to zero.

Once the Star Wizard's particle energy is exhausted and the energy shield is no longer protected, his physical body will be instantly devoured into bones, and his extraordinary spiritual power will also be consumed.

Without the presence of white spores, Wang Ya would not be able to pass through the white fog area.

But what is happening now has overturned his experimental results.

"It moved! What is that?" The Ghostly Wizard looked shocked.

The white fog was so thick that it was hard to see clearly, but the outline of the Bone Mountain was very clear. With their eyesight, it was impossible for them to be mistaken. It really moved; the subtle outline trembled, as if there were living things walking on the Bone Mountain.

"Nightmare Wizard, what should we do next?"

The Ghostly Wizard's gaze fell on Wang Ya, awaiting his decision.

Everything that was happening now was beyond what the two of them could handle, and they hesitated, wondering if their plans would be disrupted as a result.

Wang Ya felt a mixture of apprehension and curiosity about the unknown. Finally, he made up his mind: "Get closer. If you sense anything is wrong, just leave and don't look back."

Lowering their flight altitude was also to investigate the secrets hidden in the white fog area. Now that the possible secrets were laid out before them, there was no reason to miss them.

Of course, safety must also be guaranteed.

The white spore split in two, forming two slightly thin biological spore shields. Wang Ya took out the Sun Lamp from his sleeve, his expression extremely solemn.

As they drew closer, the mountain of bones grew larger in their field of vision, and its blurry outline became clearly visible.

I have seen clearly what the essence of the tremor is.

Mountains of skeletons were covered by a thick white mist, while eerie flames, though of the same color, were clearly visible to the naked eye and burned in the pupils of some of the skeletons.

With focused attention and gaze fixed on the past, the eerie flames gradually deepened and subsided, revealing an eerie phosphorescent green hue.

The trembling outlines they had seen were actually the afterglow of flames splashing from the dense, restrained green phosphorescent fire colliding with each other.

Logically speaking, the Dark Land, the former residence of the Machine God Wizard, where the raging fires of the underworld would be instantly swallowed up.

These phosphorescent green flames had no reason to stand alone and be unaffected. On the contrary, the white mist seemed quite afraid of them, as if it were being restrained. Even the sparks that collided and splashed out could melt and evaporate a large area of ​​the thick white mist.

Judging from its performance, it is much stronger than white spores.

It's abnormal to begin with.

Could this be part of the ecological balance within the foggy area?

Wang Ya had some doubts.

"Nightmare Wizard, it seems we were mistaken. It appears to be the pile of bones producing swamp gas, which then burns with phosphorescent light." The Ghost Light Wizard suddenly paused, clearly realizing some error in his words.

How could this damn place possibly produce anything like methane?

Her expression turned serious; those green phosphorescent flames were definitely not as simple as they appeared.

"Don't get too close for now, something's not right." Wang Ya frowned slightly.

A white arc of light danced in his pupils.

The relevant information was immediately relayed back.

[Preliminary analysis results: The target entity contains a large number of individual souls, each possessing an unbelievable total number of souls, preliminarily judged to be at least at the level of a Radiant Moon Wizard. Currently, most of these souls are in a state of dormancy.]

Wang Ya's expression changed instantly; this was a direction he had never considered.

Each green phosphorescent flame is a soul individual comparable to a level three Moonlit Wizard, and each possesses corresponding soul power.

Are you kidding me!

Who created this white fog area, and what is their purpose?

A chill ran down my spine.

Without a doubt, this was man-made, and a far more terrifying scheme than the one created by the Pale Hand.

How could it be such a coincidence that a mountain of bones was formed, and a line of bones formed a continuous mass? Among some special skeletons, there are sleeping souls. How many special skeletons are there, and how many piles of bones are there?

Wang Ya had no idea, nor could she imagine, that the information she had gathered, combined with the things she had come to think of, was terrifying.

This was the second time he had been emotionally agitated; the first time was when he was at his wit's end and facing Andersen's relentless pursuit.

"What kind of power, what kind of being, could achieve such a feat?"

The pale hand is no match for it; one is heaven, the other is earth.

"What's wrong, Nightmare Wizard? Have you noticed anything?"

The Ghostlight Wizard turned to the side, narrowed his eyes, and looked at the wizard with a hint of curiosity.

She was certain that Wang Ya had discovered something. His emotions had been fluctuating wildly since earlier, and his aura had begun to dissipate, which was unbelievable for a Star Wizard.

Especially since this Star Wizard is Wang Ya Harak.

Wang Ya did not answer the Ghost Light Wizard's words. At this moment, he was deep in thought, pondering the White Mist area, the Bone Mountain, and the purpose of the person behind all of this.

Wise people always think more deeply, and the smarter a person is, the more they will do so.

Wang Ya may not be considered a truly brilliant strategist, but he always considers things thoroughly and brings everything under his control.

"No, this means nothing to me. How long has the white mist region existed? Ten thousand years, or even hundreds of thousands of years? The being capable of setting up such a scheme probably doesn't care at all."

"If I were to set up a scheme, it might be effective, or it might just be a casual act. An ordinary person stumbled into it, and whatever they did made no difference; the scheme remained, and my goal would still be achieved. The difference in levels is like an ant looking at the sky—what good is seeing it? It only makes the world seem too vast, filled with unknown fear."

Wang Ya exhaled a long breath, clearing his mind of the tangled thoughts.

He almost fell into self-doubt, a bitter smile appearing on his lips. Why was he overestimating himself? Even if the person behind everything still existed, they probably wouldn't care.

So many skeletons, so many mountains, so many green phosphorescent flames—even extraordinary individual souls don't even qualify to be a part of them.

His current strength is only at the level of a Star Wizard.

That's right. Without the power of a Radiant Moon Wizard, how could one resist the erosion of the microscopic matter of the white mist? They would probably have been lost to the passage of time long ago.

Not every one of those numerous skeletons and corpses possessed a powerful soul, and perhaps that's why they perished in the annals of history.

wrong!

Wang Ya belatedly realized that, given the sheer size of the skeletons within the white mist area, it was highly unlikely that there were so many Level 3 Radiant Moon Wizards on the entire Wizarding World's home planet.

Where did so many powerful individual souls come from?

When did all these skeletons come to be here?

More and more questions arose in my mind.

Wang Ya frowned, staring at the green phosphorescent flames, and a peculiar idea came to mind.

Could these powerful individual souls be used by him, or do they still retain some memories from their previous lives? If they still remember relevant extraordinary knowledge, given the size of the entire White Mist region, it would elevate his Eye of Truth to an unbelievable level.

At the very least, these powerful souls can be used to enslave or forge them into special extraordinary magical artifacts.

It's not impossible to forge a level 3 upgraded magical artifact. At that time, the strength of the Heart of Conquest will expand rapidly, and there will be no need to think too much when facing the Pale Hand. Just push it through directly.

In the rune system of the Conquest Fortress, there are relatively few wizard rune spells designed for soul enslavement and modification, but enslaving two or three souls at the Moonlit level is still not a problem.

The Bubble World now has a big appetite and eats everything. Soul power belongs to the illusory realm and is also on the Black King's menu.

Wang Ya took a deep breath, a hint of fervor appearing in his eyes. He no longer needed the Dream Sword; the real treasure lay hidden within the white mist area.

"Ghostlight Wizard, I have an idea."

As soon as Wang Ya finished speaking, a sharp pain suddenly shot through his eyes, as if it had reached the depths of his soul, causing his whole body to tremble uncontrollably.

The pain was excruciating, as if his eyes were being gouged out. If it were just that, it wouldn't be so bad. The problem was that while his eyes were being gouged out, the bone marrow in his spine was also being pulled out.

"Um!"

He couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.

"Nightmare Wizard, what's wrong?" The Ghost Light Wizard's expression changed drastically.

The white spore bio-shield reassembled and merged together, forming a larger protective layer that accommodated the two of them.

The Ghostly Wizard supported Wang Ya, his face filled with surprise and uncertainty. His gaze swept around, and particle energy seemed ready to surge forth at any moment, forming a resistance ring as if a vacuum were being extracted.

This is a special magical technique she created based on her observations and understanding of the white fog region and the characteristics of the microscopic substances in the white fog.

It can unleash a large amount of particle energy within the body in a short period of time, which even the microscopic matter of the white mist cannot completely devour in an instant. Under the action of the impact, it can form a safe zone within a corresponding range.

"Get out of here, hurry up."

Wang Ya covered his eyes with his right hand, blood dripping from between his fingers, his face contorted in pain as he endured unimaginable agony.

The Ghostlight Wizard's pupils dilated as he glanced at the numerous green phosphorescent flames on the mountain of bones, then surveyed the dense white mist surrounding him.

The figure being supported was weak and powerless, sweat pouring down his face, with almost all of his weight resting on her.

The Ghostlight Wizard had never seen a Nightmare Wizard so weak.

"I see."

Without any hesitation, she wrapped her right arm around Wang Ya's chest and neck, and her left arm around his thighs and knees, lifting him up in a princess carry.

A white spore bio-shield surrounded him, rapidly increasing in height, while the outline of the bone mountain grew increasingly dim, and the green phosphorescent flames completely disappeared.

Wang Ya had fallen into a coma in some sense, but he was still conscious.

If you remove your right palm, you can see white arcs of light imprinted on the black pupils, gradually evolving into Arabic numerals representing time, constantly flowing.

Blood flowed freely, trickling through the gaps between the fingertips and spilling onto the neck, forming a biological shield of white spores that was then absorbed by the microscopic substances in the white mist.

An ordinary person would have died from shock long ago after losing so much blood.

Wang Ya's condition not only did not deteriorate, but instead became even more vigorous, and his vitality grew even stronger.

This transformation originated from the Eye of Truth, which stimulated the vitality of the physical body, but for some reason, it also consumed a large amount of that vitality.

Thus, though his breath was weak and his body was frail, his inner essence was growing stronger. By a twist of fate, he underwent a very special physical purification, which made the extraordinary spirituality existing in his cells and flesh even more refined.

At this moment, a series of special images floated into my mind.

Wang Ya was certain of what she was seeing.

He saw his own death.

The new ability that comes from the transformation of the Eye of Truth is, in other words, the ability to predict others in battle has evolved.

He saw the future!

(End of this chapter)