Wizards pursue the truth

Chapter 457 [457] Hisoka's terror at the successful switch between reality and illusion

The sky was hazy, shrouded in a dim halo of ripples. A chill permeated everything, sweeping in from all directions. Accompanied by the cold wind, the clouds shifted and spiraled, as if forming a gigantic, deep eye, gazing upon everything in the world.

The trees rustled, and large snowflakes fell, mingling with the wind and snow, adding to the sense of heaviness. On the silver-clad snow, some extraordinary creatures ran, seemingly sensing some danger and fleeing the area.

Chi Chi!

A subtle sound arose, not from the swirling snow, but from the ripples of the dim light, which brought about a new change.

As the light refracted, a new forest environment appeared, seemingly a reflection of multiple mirrors. The forest environment inside was no different from reality, dense and covered in silver, with the sky looming over the city.

No, there is still a difference; there is an extra figure.

Dressed in a long black robe, his face and body were not clearly visible, only a vague outline could be seen. He was deep within the ripples of light, and it seemed that everything was caused by him. The blood-red orb in his hand was releasing its power recklessly, radiating blood-red particle waves that affected everything in the environment.

The dim ripples of light became even deeper and more restrained, as if they had absorbed all the light in the world, and the snow-covered landscape turned gray and pale.

A supernatural race exists nearby, living beneath the earth. They are not the ant race of the past, but a pangolin-like race. They also live in groups, and the underground world maintains the orderly rules of life within their group.

But now everything has changed.

boom!

The earth trembled, and large amounts of rubble fell from the top of the cave, causing some of the constructed buildings to collapse, with dust spreading everywhere.

It was astonishing. As if an earth dragon had turned over, all the pangolin creatures screamed in terror, uttering some incomprehensible characters, which were the unique racial culture and writing system of the pangolins.

There are also extraordinary beings inside, reaching the level of a first-level extraordinary organism, but it is difficult to deal with them. They can only protect a part of their habitat and unleash a blazing blood-red energy fluctuation, which is a bio-force field and bio-magnetic field unique to them.

Chi Chi!

The small stones were directly evaporated by the extremely high temperature of the bio-energy waves.

Larger rocks and stones were shattered by the pangolin, a first-level transcendent creature, with its powerful body and sharp claws.

"What's happening? The earth dragon has turned over. The feeling of the earth's spiritual energy has also changed. This change is irreversible and is still ongoing. Everyone, please follow me and leave for the surface."

Its consciousness fluctuations spread out like radar waves, becoming accepted by more and more of its people.

It led the way, with the assembled tribesmen following behind in a long procession, during which people were occasionally killed by falling rocks.

Its power is immense, but it is confined to its physical body, making it difficult for it to use the wizards' magic to protect everyone.

Its claws tore at the rocks with ease, as if tofu were being sliced ​​by a sharp blade.

A ray of light appeared in a crack that had been dug out directly in front of them.

Its face also radiated a human-like joy.

"The way out is ahead, and it is also the hope for our people to survive."

Finally, with the mountain trembling, its full-force strike broke through the thick layer of rock in front of it and reached the outside.

The blinding white light caused the extraordinary creatures, who had left their underground cave dwelling area, to instinctively squint their eyes, which were covered with a yellow membrane. They quickly adapted to the light and the outside environment.

The unprecedented fresh air, and the energy tides revealed on the surface, the natural energy, stunned them, leaving them frozen in place.

As the king, Hisoka lay sprawled on the ground with his massive body. His long, flat head and nostrils, as big as a normal human head, were breathing heavily, creating a small whirlwind. The suction swept through the area, drawing in dust and gravel, and even the vegetation swayed and bent low towards Hisoka.

The inside of the nostrils contains steel-like nasal hairs arranged in a grid pattern, becoming denser the deeper into the nostrils. This grid effectively blocks all small debris from entering the respiratory tract.

"This is different. This kind of spiritual tide is something I have never felt before, never experienced before."

"No, I have a sense of familiarity, but also a sense of strangeness. It's ambiguous, like I've breathed in this kind of natural particle energy somewhere before."

Hisoka stood up and looked around. Everything was covered in silver, and the white environment reflected in the distance. The snowflakes were still falling slowly from the sky, and the increasingly cold wind was blowing across everything on the ground, but it could not affect his huge and powerful body.

The bio-field it possesses generates intense heat that radiates continuously to the surrounding environment, causing the ice and snow to melt and revealing the black soil beneath the snow layer.

The plants and trees in the Frosty Lands are adapted to the harsh environment and can still grow even in cold weather, just like the plants and trees in the Mountain and Sea Lands or other areas of the Wizarding Continent, although they are a bit thinner and their green color is much less.

However, none of this mattered to Hisoka, nor did it care. What it cared about was the strange and unusual feeling, and the confusion in its understanding of the spiritual tide.

"No, this shouldn't be the case. The direction of the spiritual tide, the strata, the veins of earth energy, and the direction of development are all completely opposite. Everything is upside down."

Hisoka looked around blankly. The strangeness of the spiritual tide was not only in everything, but also in the surrounding environment. It seemed familiar, as if it were everything from his past memories. However, his spiritual perception was much stronger than that of an ordinary pangolin, and he noticed the subtle differences.

That is, whether it is the environmental landscape, the direction of natural particle energy, or the veins of earth vein energy tides, all have shifted and reversed, moving in the opposite direction to the past.

Why is this happening!

Such an unbelievable thing could happen!

Hisoka's enormous head lacked the corresponding knowledge to comprehend the current situation.

And then there was the inexplicable earth dragon turning over, as if the entire earth's strata were about to flip and collapse, further destroying its habitat and civilization.

The impact was so widespread and time was so critical that there was no time to prepare a response.

For a time, it also became somewhat dejected. This inexplicable disaster had killed too many of its people, leaving less than one in ten alive.

The next step is to find a new habitat and exhume the bodies of the tribespeople buried underground for a proper burial.

Hisoka didn't think too much about it. If it was the other way around, so be it. Life had to go on, and living had to continue.

As a result, its consciousness continued to spread, and it began to instruct its many clansmen on what to do next.

Digging is something they excel at, but finding a suitable habitat is not so easy.

Moreover, they are not the only extraordinary race in this world; there are other extraordinary races in far more distant regions.

Just the ones it recognizes number more than a hundred.

And there is competition between them.

This land is also known as the place where a hundred races vie for supremacy.

However, Hisoka and the pangolin tribe are not particularly keen on fighting for supremacy or seizing more territory; they are only interested in protecting their own territory from invasion by outsiders.

They are not weak, but they are quite law-abiding.

Just live a peaceful life, don't overthink it.

Hisoka looked somewhat worried. Next, he not only had to take care of the continuation of his clan, but also had to find more territory. The earth dragon's upheaval had destroyed the original magnetic field of the earth veins, making it no longer suitable for their clan to live in. The magnetic field could no longer achieve peace, let alone benefit.

If Hisoka had knowledge of wizarding, he would have this understanding.

The natural particle energy and ley line energy tides in this area have been damaged, disordered, and become violent and dangerous, making it unsuitable for habitation. The extremely active and stimulating radiation will turn this territory into a certain forbidden zone or dead zone, and weak supernatural creatures will die directly.

The only way to find new territory is to search in all directions, but in every direction, there are extraordinary groups.

If necessary, we will have no choice but to take action, fight, and launch an invasion.

Hisoka's eyes were resolute as it looked at its dejected and heartbroken clansmen, and it had already made its decision.

Everything is for the sake of survival.

The process of excavating the body was not difficult. The tremors in the ground had already disappeared when they reached the surface. Strangely, they could not feel them at all.

Hisoka was also somewhat surprised, because during the excavation process, he did not feel much radiation energy or violent particles affecting his physical body.

And the expected aftershocks did not occur.

The environment was incredibly peaceful, no different from my previous living environment.

What exactly happened?

Hisoka was lost and confused.

"The digging marks have disappeared, and there are no traces of the way we came. How strange. We came out from this path. We saw Lord Hisoka breaking rocks all the way, but why are there no traces left? Even some of the corpses of our clansmen have disappeared."

"Look, aren't you the iconic building of our country, the statue of Lord Hisoka? How come it still exists, and is still so tall and majestic? Shouldn't it have collapsed the moment the earth dragon turned over, killing many of our people?"

Some of the pangolins that were digging through the soil and rocks with Xisuo were puzzled by some of the traces and situations along the way, and they discussed them.

When they excavated the area of ​​their underground kingdom, they also saw the iconic building at the entrance.

I was even more shocked, and my mind went blank for a moment.

Hisoka was also stunned, staring blankly at his own statue.

He remembered very clearly that the first thing to happen when the earth began to turn upside down was this sculpted building.

However, all their doubts vanished when they discovered their own country, replaced by an unprecedented shock and horror.

"It still exists. Why is this happening? Our country, our home, hasn't been damaged in the slightest. It's still perfectly fine."

"That's my home, my home. It didn't collapse, and no rocks fell down. Everything was perfectly orderly."

"Where are the bodies? Why are there no bodies? The bodies of our dead people are gone. There's nothing here. This is an empty city, an empty home."

The pangolins were all talking amongst themselves, their faces showing undisguised shock and their eyes revealing a hint of fear.

The whispers were very quiet, as if afraid of disturbing something.

But the underground space was so quiet that their voices traveled to even more distant areas and echoed.

Hisoka's mind went blank; he couldn't process what was happening and was unable to think.

I was plunged into utter confusion.

All signs pointed to the earth remaining still, as if the dragon had not yet turned over.

Why is this happening?

He and his people personally experienced all that tragedy.

The current situation and environment are like an illusion, just like everything in the past.

Looking at the peaceful home environment, which was still so familiar, Hisoka felt a cold sweat on his back and his feet were chilled. He felt as if an invisible hand was manipulating everything.

Some of its people, the bolder ones, went into the kingdom to see and inspect it, and returned to report:

"Lord Hisoka, there is no one here, but there are signs of habitation. Some clansmen are still living in their homes, as if they just left."

Hisoka: "."

They just left.

"Then let's go in and check the situation carefully."

Hisoka gritted his teeth and made this decision.

If there really isn't any problem.

We still need to come back.

Finding territory isn't that easy.

War is also the most terrible thing.

He did not want to start a war unless absolutely necessary.

Moreover, even if war breaks out, finding a suitable territory and transforming it into an environment suitable for one's own people is still very troublesome and difficult.

The territories of other races have certainly been modified to suit the inhabitants of those races.

However, all of this was seen and observed by a pair of dark eyes.

His figure existed in a blur between illusion and reality, and his strength had reached the level of a Star Wizard, making it impossible to detect his presence.

He wasn't simply looking at the pangolin tribe, nor at the real environment; he was seeing illusions, seeing things from a much farther distance.

Buzz!

The crimson orb in his hand continuously released ripples of crimson aura, as if merging into the void, stabilizing everything, and providing some essential substances.

In a corner of the illusory dream world, the environment and landscape are still the same, but the environment is completely opposite to the reality where Hisoka is.

There, pangolins stared in terror at their excavated home environment. The corpses of their tribesmen along the way sent chills down their spines, especially some of the living pangolins who saw their own existence among the dead.

It was so terrifying that my soul almost jumped out of my body.

There was another Hisoka, standing at the very front, his eyes filled with uncertain emotions, a mixture of speculation and horror about what was happening before him.

When they followed the path they came from and dug out their homeland, the numerous pangolins almost exploded with rage.

What happened?

Their homeland was destroyed, along with the corpses of their people.

But aren't all their people still alive?

The dead and the living, standing in this world, appeared particularly eerie, and the air was thick with the stench of blood.

Hisoka was also startled and broke out in a cold sweat.

What exactly is going on?

He felt an unprecedented terror.

He observed their dark eyes, a look of satisfaction on his face.

Everything went smoothly according to plan, and the replacement and integration of nodes did not cause a chain reaction of collapse.

Even if there are some fluctuations, they are still within a controllable range.

The realms of reality and the illusion of dreams have been completely replaced.

Everything was under his control.

The same thing is happening in other racial zones as well.

Reality and illusion alternate.

Similar shocks may occur, but more often they will happen quietly.

Wang Ya personally inspected all the areas where the tremors occurred.

The plan is underway, and everything is just waiting for good news from the other official wizards, including the Star Wizard.

(End of this chapter)