Wizards pursue the truth

Chapter 474 [474] The Generator Takes Effect: Fifty Years of Advanced Research on the Book of All Things

A cold wind came from the north, and a few snowflakes within the scope of the witch's array drifted through the streets and alleys of the city. The figures of witches came and went, their height and appearance were slightly too rugged, with hooked noses, tear troughs, and narrow eyes, like the pupils of a beast, giving them an overall aggressive look.

On the city walls, there were quite a few wizards stationed to guard the city. A small squad of wizards had just patrolled past. The leader wizard connected the permissions of the wizard array node token, and the figure in the purple wizard robe turned around to look at Gray Brandy.

As he turned, his long gray hair carried away a bit of wind and snow, adding a touch of white, and his gray pupils reflected the young wizard's face.

The emotions she conveyed were somewhat complex. Diana's lips moved, but she didn't speak. Instead, she transmitted the information through mental fluctuations.

"Who can know? Perhaps he's dead, perhaps he's still alive. Only Hans Christian Andersen knows the answer."

"But I think he's probably dead. After all, he's an ancient being who returned from the past; his strength and resources are unimaginable. Even after being attacked by an unknown entity, he still managed to survive."

"Moreover, that unknown entity was extremely powerful; it attacked twice, but failed to completely suppress Andersen. On the contrary, Andersen himself managed to suppress that unknown entity."

Diana's eyes filled with reminiscence as she recalled leaving the Underdark, traveling to many places, and even entering the legendary Underworld.

It must be said that this was an experience she had never had before, even if it was under duress, it was far more exciting than the time she had spent living in the mountains and seas.

Perhaps even she herself didn't realize it.

My own thoughts have gradually become somewhat different and have deviated from their intended direction.

Diana proactively reminded him, "Grey, do you have any other ideas? It's fine to have ideas, but before taking any action, you need to make sure you possess the corresponding abilities."

"Insufficient ability to match one's desires to do things will lead to uncontrollable and undesirable outcomes in one's mind."

"Even you, sister, believe that the wizards of the Underdark died at the hands of Andersen?"

Grey Brandy didn't address the topic that Diana had changed, and instead returned to the question she had asked at the beginning.

"I remember, a group of people left the Underdark."

"You mean King Yahalak, and some of the wizard friends you met in the Underdark while you were an undercover agent, right?"

Diana should have been able to remain calm, after all, everything was in the past, and things had changed; many grudges and disputes had faded away.

But hearing that Grey still cared about those people instead of considering the present and the future of his life and the path of a wizard, she felt very conflicted and somewhat disappointed.

Only the two of them remained in the Natural Ring Tower.

My hometown, my friends, and my teachers have all perished in that battle.

What they should do is seek revenge and rebuild the Natural Ring Tower to restore its former glory.

"They're all dead," Diana spoke up, her face cold. "Grey, you have to understand, they were facing an ancient being who returned from the past. Even if they entered the void, the illusory world, they couldn't possibly survive."

"When Hans Christian Andersen takes action, there's no chance of him failing. Give up your pointless fantasies."

"So that's how it is, he/she is dead."

Gray murmured something, his expression calm, his gaze fixed on the distant snow-covered landscape, which seemed exceptionally long and profound.

"Sister, I don't believe he'll just die like this. I believe he has the ability to turn danger into safety and create miracles time and time again."

"This is the thing I understand most clearly from all my time with him: he truly is capable of creating miracles. Wang Yahalak will not die; he will live. I firmly believe it!"

The thoughts in her mind were not revealed on her face, nor were they perceived or noticed by Diana.

Diana continued, "The chances of dying are high, but even if they do survive, it won't be of much use."

"You have experienced how terrifying and powerful Hans Christian Andersen was. The land of mountains and seas is ultimately too small. Extraordinary knowledge and foundations are extremely shallow. And once they leave that place, where can they go? Where can they obtain resources and inherited knowledge? Whether they can even maintain their own path as wizards is a big problem."

"Grey, give up your childish, impractical ideas. It's time to grow up."

"Whether those people are alive or dead, it doesn't matter. They can't have any impact on Andersen. Perhaps they've already become afraid of Andersen and have left the mountains and seas to go to the place farthest away from Andersen."

"I understand, sister. I won't think about these things anymore. I'll do my best to complete the task that Andersen assigned me."

Grey smiled at Diana, seemingly having truly let go.

Diana nodded, then changed the subject, her tone becoming serious, "I have a plan concerning how you and I can break free from Andersen's control."

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The cold wind was like a knife, the chill was biting. Everywhere you looked was covered in white frost. The mountains, valleys, lakes and rivers were all covered, and no other color could be seen. Anyone who was under this vast sky would feel lonely and desolate, and would find it hard to adapt.

Ordinary people would find it even more difficult to survive on this towering snow-capped mountain.

The snowflakes did not fill the gap between the mountain peaks and the ground. A figure stood on the top of the snow-capped mountain, looking down at the distant horizon and gazing at the sky. His face, pale under his hood, was thoughtful.

"The time should be almost up. Those snow spirits will soon be attracted. The illusory amplification will work, but whether it will be effective depends on the actual situation."

Removing the hood reveals the cool, aloof face of Polaris. The Netherworld Sword floats around him, its burning purple flames creating a chilling, yet surprisingly effective, flame that melts snowflakes at low temperatures, turning them into flowing ice water.

"They're here!"

Polaris murmured a sentence, but the direction he was looking in was still a vast expanse of white, as if no signs of anything were about to happen.

However, the sensations transmitted from the nightmare mark on the palm are quite obvious.

The gap in understanding and skill levels will always exist.

The Nightmare Mark's perceptual abilities originated from a true Star Wizard.

Because of the convenience of the Netherworld Sword, she was able to master the power of the Star Wizard.

She is still far from being a true Star Wizard.

Currently, I am working hard to complete the natural disaster missions in the bubble world, obtain natural disaster points, and exchange them for legendary series potions.

Unfortunately, the required number of Calamity Points is too high, and almost every Calamity is eyeing the Legendary series of potions, so even she can hardly gain a significant advantage.

Ultimately, the problem stems from a lack of natural disaster missions, resulting in a shortage of available resources, and the difficulty in obtaining natural disaster points.

However, the situation should improve in the future.

As long as the formation can be alternating between real and illusory elements, it can be completed and take effect.

The moment the pale hand is swallowed up is the time when the number of natural disaster missions will increase.

That was also an opportunity, a chance for her to accumulate enough Calamity Points to obtain the legendary series of potions to advance to the Star Wizard level.

If it weren't for the fact that she wasn't a former formal wizard with a heart for conquest, the Star Wizard, and needed to change the foundation of her wizarding path to the legendary path, she might have already advanced.

The moment the rules were established, it meant that everyone had to abide by them, not even the Lord of Conquest, the Nightmare Wizard.

"Perhaps when I master the third stage of the Netherworld Sword's power, even if I rely on ordinary methods of meditation and asceticism on my wizarding path, it will be impossible for me not to advance to the Star Wizard level," Polaris chuckled self-deprecatingly.

Only by being on the path can one know the difficulty of advancement, and understand why her teacher has been enduring so many years at the Star Wizard level.

Advancing to the Star Wizard level is a long process with many hurdles.

To advance further at the Star Wizard level requires an even more extreme level of difficulty and time.

The lifespan of a formal wizard has been greatly extended. If they don't want to die and persist in their practice, they can live for tens of thousands of years without any problem.

Chi Chi!

The wind and snow inexplicably intensified, swirling up thousands of snowflakes and forming tiny tornadoes in the sky, which the North Star could now sense very keenly.

Her expression also became serious. This time, the part of the virtual amplifier that was embedded would be a rather important task.

It concerns whether the research and creations of the three Star Wizards in recent years will be effective and whether the plan can be implemented smoothly.

"You have to succeed!"

Polaris entered the void, standing in a deeper space, watching the white tides from all directions sweep towards the snow-capped mountains, and the sky changed accordingly, forming an even more intense tornado.

One can see the vast amount of snow spirits and wind spirits present within.

The wizard who attracted these two was Wizard Is; this time, he cooperated with himself to complete the test. Soon, a spatial fluctuation rippled out, and Wizard Is's figure also stepped into the void.

A faint sound gradually rose from inside the snow-capped mountain.

The generator is split and in operation, continuously absorbing energy from deeper underground veins, while simultaneously emitting extraordinary fluctuations that attract the spirits of wind and snow. These fluctuations are subtle, belonging to a specific frequency, and are not concentrated. After being mixed with the fluctuations of the spirits of wind and snow, they will not be detected by the wizard's spiritual perception.

As time goes by, this fluctuation will intermingle with the fluctuations of the Wind and Snow Spirit, becoming increasingly intense and frequent; this indicates that it has already connected with the Reality-Illusion Replacement Array and is now in operation.

With the protection of the spirit of wind and snow, the formation of switching between reality and illusion can be accelerated instead of proceeding slowly as before.

According to the map of the Pale Hand recorded by the Ghostly Wizard, it would take no more than fifty years to completely cover the area with the magic array, thus bringing the entire Pale Hand under control.

The spirit of wind stirred up a gale, blowing away the snowflakes on the snow-capped mountain, but also revealing some ice crystals inside. It was still bitterly cold and did not find the fluctuations it wanted. The spirit of wind couldn't help but become anxious and continued to blow continuously, like an instinct, like the body's instinct to obtain food to maintain survival.

The spirit of wind follows this principle, and so does the spirit of snow; the falling snowflakes further cover the snow-capped mountains.

The two spirits, wind and snow, seemed to be in a strange state of balance, blending into nature without any sense of incongruity or disharmony. Logically speaking, even if a formal wizard stood here and observed and used his spiritual perception to investigate, he would not find anything unusual.

"It worked! That's great!"

A joyful smile appeared on the usually expressionless and indifferent face of Wizard Yi Si.

Aside from the harvest from natural disaster points, the more important factor is the completion of the witch array, which greatly increases the likelihood of it engulfing the Pale Hand wizarding forces.

That opportunity also occurred around that specific timeframe.

Polaris was looking forward to it, and so was he; almost every member of the Conqueror's Heart Wizarding Corps who had reached the level of a formal wizard was looking forward to it.

The fact that their fighting spirit far surpasses the unity of other wizarding forces is not only due to the relatively recent founding time, but also significantly due to the benefits offered by the Nightmare Wizards.

A smile appeared on Polaris's usually cold face as he nodded to Wizard Is and said, "It seems we can now report the good news to Nightmare Wizard and the two Star Wizards."

"My teacher would be happy to know about this, and perhaps then she'll be able to see me face-to-face and clear up some misunderstandings."

Polaris thought that at this moment, the spiritual fluctuations of the snow and wind in the snow mountain had completely stabilized. With the release fluctuations of the generator mixed in, neither of the two formal wizards present could detect anything unusual.

Just like these mountains, these rivers, this world, and snowflakes, there is no difference between them.

"It's time to go back and share the good news."

"Lord Polaris, I shall take my leave now."

Wizard Yi Si turned and walked into the void. No, it should be said that the Nightmare Mark on his palm glowed, and the power of the dream world acted on him, directly entering the bubble world.

Then, through the Bubble World and the Conquest Canyon, the anchor point of the Conquest Heart headquarters appeared directly in reality.

Polaris needs to stay in the snow-capped mountains for another day or two to confirm that the generator is truly stable and there are no potential problems.

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Ten days later.

Conquer the interior of the tower.

The Nightmare Wizard, dressed in a black wizard's robe with a black and white raven perched on his shoulder, pushed open the office door. The raven was using its beak to nibble away the snowflakes from his collar. His gray-black pupils, filled with longing and seemingly drowsy, were half-closed. By the time Wang Ya sat down in the chair, he had already fallen completely asleep.

Wang Ya glanced at Harak on his shoulder and was slightly taken aback. He figured it was the environment that caused Harak to instinctively feel the urge to hibernate; it was an instinctive release. Moreover, Harak was not just a simple bird, but a supernatural creature with gene fragments from many other supernatural beings.

"The virtual-to-real amplification generator is working as I expected."

"Time, and time, fifty years, waiting for the final result. In these fifty years, what can I do? There are too many things I can do, and I am somewhat at a loss."

Wang Ya chuckled self-deprecatingly.

The multiple analyses of the Eye of Truth are still ongoing.

The analysis of the target was too difficult and took an extremely long time.

He had thought that analyzing the Sea Dragon Wizard's legacy was already long and difficult enough, but when it came to truly high-level power, the time and computing power required for the Eye of Truth exceeded his expectations.

In the end, Wang Ya made a decision, and four words came to mind.

—The Book of All Things.

(End of this chapter)