Wizards pursue the truth

Chapter 455 [455] They looked down upon the world from their high above.

"The Illusory-Real Bubble Array has a total of eighty-one nodes and two array pattern cores. I think you all already know how to do it."

"Reversing the Sword-Nourishing Formation is only the first step, but if even the first step fails, what awaits the heart of conquest will be an unprecedented predicament."

Wang Ya's voice wasn't loud, nor was his speech fast, yet it resonated in the ears of all the formal wizards and Star Wizards present.

Everyone's expression turned serious, and no one spoke again.

The atmosphere grew increasingly oppressive, filled with a chilling, murderous aura.

"The desire for conquest, accumulated over a century, has shaped all of you here. Whether you succeed or not..."

Wang Ya's voice suddenly stopped.

Then, a faint smile appeared on his expressionless face.

"We have no reason to fail, do we?"

They are in the shadows, while the pale hand is in the light.

Reversing the Sword Nourishing Formation does not destroy the formation itself, thus failing to alert the Pale Hand and trigger its reaction.

Instead, it incorporates more array patterns and array cores, and modifies some functions of the original sword-nurturing array.

Just like a perfect program, it is broken down by engineers who add new programs and algorithms to make it more perfect or add more functions.

This is exactly what Wang Ya needs to do.

The Eye of Truth had anticipated this hundreds of times in advance, minimizing the probability of failure.

There are three remaining possibilities for errors or failures.

Either there's a desire for conquest, or there's a traitor within the ranks.

Either the pale hand sensed it in advance and received a stroke of luck.

Or perhaps there are still hidden tricks in the sword-nurturing formation, in addition to the nine tricks that Wang Ya has already discovered.

Let's begin!

Wang Ya also had a Blood Orb in his hand. After saying this last sentence, he turned around and entered the white mist.

The white spores on his body merged into particle energy.

This also enables the particle energy shield to resist being swallowed by the white mist.

The other wizards performed the same operation.

Before undertaking this project, Wang Ya had already modified the white spores to disperse them into individual offspring.

The mother body is naturally with him.

In this way, the dangers of the white fog area will not affect this plan.

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On the vast, almost boundless wilderness plain, fortress-like buildings stand, spaced far apart yet connected by a regular pattern.

The energy veins deep within the earth are interconnected and transmit energy, like nodes, collectively transporting massive amounts of energy from the earth's veins to the very center of this desolate plain.

The five towering pagodas, like mountains reaching to the sky, are the most eye-catching.

They represent the Pale Hand, five supreme beings.

Five Star Wizards.

Blood Moon, Sky Curtain, Blue Shield, Crimson Blood, Divine Dream.

The central tower is the most magnificent and imposing, with its metal exterior and sharp angles, giving it a mechanical aesthetic.

A large amount of energy sustains the cycle of the magic array, converging on a white jewel at the top of the tower, giving it a dreamlike, ripple-like quality.

It was like an eye, monitoring the entire headquarters of the Pale Hand and overlooking even more distant areas, until it took in the entire territory of the Pale Hand.

The young wizard, dressed in a white and blue robe, sat upright on a cushioned chair, his eyes closed and his expression serene.

He was the only one in the room.

Apart from that, there was no trace of any other life.

Apart from the chair in his seat, the building and decorations in the room were completely empty.

"Shenmeng, what brings you here?"

A voice entered the room.

At some unknown time, a figure dressed in a blood-red wizard's robe stood before the Dream Wizard, looking down at him condescendingly.

A fair complexion, a vibrant and energetic aura, and a vertical line between his brows that resembles an unusual eye.

It's hard to imagine that this is the Crimson Blood Wizard, one of the five great Star Wizards.

He looked too young, not just in appearance, but also in his inner vitality, which gave people the same feeling as his appearance.

In fact, the Crimson Blood Wizard has lived for at least 36,000 years.

Many Pale Hand wizards, from birth to death, never lived even half the life of a Crimson Blood wizard.

Of course, the Crimson Blood Wizard is not the oldest being in the Pale Hand.

On the contrary, among the five great star wizards, he was only the youngest.

The Dream Wizard opened his eyes, and with a slight thought, a chair appeared behind the Crimson Blood Wizard.

It manifests out of thin air, the ability to create things from nothingness.

The Crimson Blood Wizard wasn't too surprised and plopped down on the floor.

His personality contrasts sharply with his youthful appearance.

Very casual.

A faint smile appeared on her lips. "Now you can tell me why you sent me here."

"An old relic like you, who is usually either sleeping or spying on the other wizards of the Pale Hand, why would you suddenly wake up and come looking for me?"

"Is a fight about to break out?"

"no."

The Dream Wizard's expression was calm, and his speech was simple, conveying the meaning of his sentences with the fewest possible words.

"The reason I woke up from the dream was not because I encountered anything, but because of a sudden impulse."

The Dream Wizard's expression turned serious.

"It was like something really terrible was about to happen; the sudden urge was very real, but it felt very real."

The Crimson Blood Wizard's expression also turned serious, becoming extremely solemn.

After thinking for a moment, he said coldly, "Aren't you just making assumptions? What could possibly happen that would bring disaster upon our Pale Hands?"

The Crimson Blood Wizard said, "Is it that sword? If that sword is discovered, then disaster is imminent. No, it should be said that there are no signs of disaster yet. We will all die, and the Pale Hand will disappear."

The Crimson Blood Wizard sneered, "You, as the eyes of the Pale Hand, see everything, see all that is on earth, yet you dare not look up at the sky."

"There is another pair of eyes in the sky, and those eyes are even more terrifying."

The Nightmare Wizard remained silent, his expression indifferent, but his eyes flickered, revealing that his heart was far from calm.

"It shouldn't just be about this matter that I was called to speak about." The Crimson Blood Wizard lowered his eyes, leaned back in his chair, and let his robes fall down. "Speak, is there anything else?"

The Dream Wizard insisted, "It was just a whim, nothing more."

The Crimson Blood Wizard also fell silent.

"Then tell me what to do, how to deal with your whim. If it were those guys in the sky, even if it wasn't a whim, but you directly saw the source of the crisis, there would be nothing you could do."

The Crimson Blood Wizard's lips moved slightly, a hint of dejection in his voice. He sighed, "There's only one path: accept your fate and wait for the outcome."

In fact, he even doubted whether the Pale Hand's plan was truly safe or absolutely secretive.

That sword was truly not exposed. The Crimson Blood Wizard had experienced some things and knew how terrifying the Radiant Moon Wizard was. He had faced the day of tribulation head-on and even gone to the Frosty Snow Heaven.

The Dream Wizard remained silent for several minutes before speaking, "Let's gather the others to discuss this first."

"Yes, as you wish."

The Crimson Blood Wizard stood up, turned, and walked into the void.

Only the Dream Wizard remained, sitting in his original spot.

After he left, the environment underwent an astonishing change. All the void was shrinking, collapsing, and even overlapping, like the pages of a book folding and closing.

Chi Chi!

Everything vanished, and the Dream Wizard disappeared into the overlapping darkness.

Two hands grasped the darkness.

Deep within the Dream Tower of Reality, a being clad in a blue and white wizard's robe closed the book before him. His white eyes seemed to contain countless tiny black dots, each a life form, multiplying and thriving.

That is the soul, and even more so, some manifestations of creatures in dreams.

A wizard who walks the path of a dream wizard.

The Dream Wizard's mastery of dreams has reached an extraordinary level.

Of all the Pale Hands, only he is the most powerful Dream Wizard, and the one who walks at the forefront of the wizarding path.

"What is this sudden impulse? Could it be related to the sword?"

The Dream Wizard murmured, a look of confusion, and even a hint of hidden fear, appearing on his usually indifferent face.

That was out of fear of some terrifying beings.

I subconsciously looked up at the sky.

I didn't look at it for long; I only glanced at it briefly before looking away.

The Dream Wizard closed the window and stepped into the darkness of the room.

The sky is still the sky, but it is not the sky either.

Often, eyes will appear in the sky to spy on you.

And they are unable to detect or discover it.

They learned of this because of a secret message passed down to them by the person who once owned the sword before his death.

Any wizarding faction that is in the online region and whose members have entered Frost and Snow will bring back these eyes to their original wizarding faction.

The Dream Wizard speculated that perhaps all wizarding factions in the online region were in the same situation.

They are high and mighty.

They looked down upon the human world.

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(End of this chapter)