Wizards pursue the truth

The final offensive will take place a year from now.

Ample time allows every formal wizard and star wizard to prepare in advance for this war between wizarding factions.

The wizards present looked extremely solemn. War is never a trivial matter; it is accompanied by death and opportunity, especially when the opponent is an old and powerful wizarding force with a very deep foundation.

A year is all that's left for them.

As for the lower-level wizard apprentices, even fewer people would know about this.

In high-level battlefields, informal wizards cannot intervene unless they possess powerful abilities that allow them to fight in the dream world.

Aside from those wizards who choose the path of dream wizards, only a minority of wizards meet the standards.

Of course, the Ultimate Wizard Apprentices are destined to participate in the war, and this is also an opportunity for them.

Whether they can seize this opportunity and gain the upper hand in advancing to become official wizards depends on their own abilities.

"Gentlemen, the meeting is adjourned."

Wang Ya stood up, glanced around at everyone present, nodded slightly, turned and walked out of the void, his figure and robes gradually disappearing.

Meanwhile, in the most visible space outside, more and more wizards gathered here, strolling through the commercial street, making some purchases, and secretly inquiring about the details of the banquet.

All they knew was that the Nightmare Wizard would be hosting a banquet in the Bubble World, specifically on this special island.

But the rest is completely unknown: how to attend the banquet, how to find out one's position, and how to participate in the exchange matches and battles.

Ax was indeed confused. Walking on the bustling street, he saw familiar faces as well as unfamiliar ones. They all had decent strength and auras, and there were no wizards below the level of a second-level wizard apprentice.

His eyes lit up as he spotted a figure walking through the crowd.

Wearing a golden wizard's robe, he exuded a cold and aloof aura, with an expression that kept strangers at bay. Some of the wizard apprentices around him sensed something, their brows furrowing slightly, but they made way for him, avoiding any conflict.

Among the familiar wizards, there was no shortage of quiet discussion.

The figure in the golden wizard's robes appears to be a well-known figure among the apprentices of the Heart of Conquest headquarters.

"Ge Lin, long time no see. Look over here. Are you here for the exchange competition too?"

Ax greeted the indifferent wizard with great enthusiasm, waving his arms excitedly and jumping around.

The young wizard in the golden robe with the cold face twitched his eyelids. When he saw Ax's face, his eyes narrowed even more. He waved his robe with a hint of annoyance and turned to leave.

As a disciple of the True Spirit Wizard—Golden Light Wizard, his status and position were naturally incomparable to those of ordinary wizard apprentices, and no fool would dare to mess with him.

But this guy is an exception.

The other party was also a disciple of a formal wizard.

Moreover, the status and position of the Bone King Wizard are subtly surpassing that of his teacher.

"Hey, Green, why did you leave? It's so rare to run into you, let's chat and go for a walk."

I heard you've recently started practicing new witchcraft, preparing to shine in the exchange competition.

Ax seemed to be born single-minded, shouting as if no one else was around, attracting the attention of even more wizards.

"I've also prepared some new witchcraft. Let's exchange some techniques. I plan to challenge that divine son Solomon in the exchange competition."

"What an idiot."

Green's face suddenly darkened, and he glared at the guy hatefully, still ignoring him.

Once you get entangled with this guy, it's hard to get rid of him.

He had a vague feeling that something was wrong, and he always felt that the other person was not a good person.

Watching the golden-robed figure quickly leave the street, Ax smiled and muttered to himself, "Grin has grown too, he's really become stronger. But if you want to fight the Son of God, Solomon, with your magnanimity and ambition, you're still a little lacking."

Aks's smile faded, he glanced thoughtfully in one direction, then turned and walked in another.

He was also talking to himself.

"Solomon, the Son of God, will only be my opponent. I will definitely keep my promise to my teacher."

"I also want to meet the legendary Nightmare Wizard."

Aks slightly raised his eyes, his expression suddenly becoming more imposing, his gaze sharp as lightning.

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Time passed slowly until all the wizards on the island felt as if the heavens and earth were trembling. Ripples of black and white bubbles fell from the sky, scattering dazzling black and white light; the black light was cold, and the white light was dreamlike, making people linger in it.

"This is... my consciousness and spirit are being distorted and affected."

Ak's pupils contracted as he watched in disbelief as the light approached and enveloped him completely, without him even making a move to resist.

Green's aura also surged violently as he tried to use witchcraft to resist the enveloping black and white light, but he discovered that he was in a dream world. He was not a dream wizard, nor did he have any true spiritual power, so he was unable to use witchcraft at all.

"Damn it, what is this?" He looked at the black and white light that was eroding and engulfing his body with some fear. He felt no pain, but it gradually faded and disappeared from this world.

No, to be precise, it wasn't just him disappearing; the ground beneath his feet, the buildings, everything was vanishing in the black and white light.

He had a vague idea, and his heart was filled with horror. "This must be the work of the Nightmare Wizard! Could it be...!"

Faced with the black and white light enveloping him, Fire Lion Wizard's disciple, Mair, frowned, his eyes reflecting the scene, and a flame appeared in his consciousness. He actually managed to consume the black and white light and resist it for a second.

The next moment, the flame in his consciousness vanished, and he, along with the matter beneath his feet, faded into an unknown realm.

Inside the pyramid in the deep space, many formal wizards silently watched this change. Most of them had astonishment on their faces, feeling shocked by the methods and power of the Nightmare Wizard, which far exceeded their own.

This control over the power of dreams, this ability to arbitrarily distort and alter them, is like that of an ancient relic accumulated over thousands of years, with a thorough understanding of everything about the dream world, dream creatures, and dream matter.

Their confidence in replacing the magic array with a decoy one had grown even stronger.

"Fire Lion Wizard, your disciple Mair is not bad."

The withered wizard, who has come all the way from the dark lands, no longer has soft hair. His aura is as heavy and weathered as an ancient forest, and he seems to be the endless nature itself.

Many newly promoted True Spirit Wizards, including the Fire Lion Wizard, dared not underestimate the Drywood Wizard in the slightest.

The older and more ancient something is, the more terrifyingly powerful it becomes. The accumulation of knowledge by wizards, especially elemental wizards, is an absolutely true principle.

"The Deadwood Wizard is joking. If we're talking about the current top-tier wizard apprentices, the one with the deepest accumulation of knowledge, whose depth I can hardly fathom, is none other than the Green Goblin Wizard."

The Fire Lion Wizard turned his gaze to the outside world, to the figure of a wizard standing on the shore where the island meets the lake; his hair was green, his wizard robe was green, and even his eyebrows were green, seemingly corresponding to his name.

And he was none other than the Green Goblin Wizard, who took office as the new chief of the Deadwood lineage in the Dark Lands after the death of the original chief, Eileen.

Things have changed. With the disappearance of the Dark Land, he also came to this Frosty Land along with the Deadwood Wizard.

In the Underdark, he was a Level 3 Wizard Apprentice. After arriving in the Frosty Lands, the change in environment and the abundance of natural particle energy tides allowed him to directly break through to the Limit Wizard Apprentice level.

What followed was years of accumulation, exploring his own path as a wizard, and conducting experimental courses. He participated in all kinds of wizardry courses, from the Underdark to the Frostlands. Although he didn't have much of a presence, he has now made many new friends, and the new generation of wizards recognizes his strength and foundation.

The Green Goblin Wizard calmly watched everything unfold before him, making no move, as the black and white light continued to engulf him.

He would never forget the familiar aura of the Nightmare Wizard.

I couldn't help but recall the past, the days in the dark place.

The Windwalker Wizard, the Ancient Forest Wizard, and the Wizard of Is, along with the other leaders and second-in-command of the various schools, the Green Goblin Wizard, looked slightly melancholy, sighing inwardly, 'In the end, things change, and the pain of parting is unbearable.'

They still exist in our memories, but in reality, they either died in the calamities of the Dark Land, failed to break through and perished in the process of breaking through realms, or died of old age and decay, their wizard hearts tarnished.

Life will not remain as it is in our memories forever; it will change as time goes by.

Amidst this annihilating change, he remained true to himself.

Among the current apprentices of the Ultimate Wizard, he may be the oldest, but his strength is undoubtedly the strongest and most difficult to measure.

The Green Goblin Wizard took a deep look at the void at the edge of his vision, stepped forward, and accelerated the process of the black and white light engulfing him.

Beside him stood a figure in a black robe, with a small eagle pattern on the collar. His face was full of wrinkles, and he had long, dry, white hair. Compared to the Green Goblin Wizard, he was almost on his last legs.

What is most special about him is his eyes, which are the pupils of a beast. Even when he is exhausted, they still retain a bit of sharpness.

Gagarin Moore, formerly the chief of the Condor lineage in the Underdark.

He looked expectantly at the black and white light enveloping him, and took the initiative to greet it, with only one thought in his mind: to see the Nightmare Wizard one more time.

The past intertwined relationships and existing connections have changed with the current different status and strength.

Even in the past, his status was always that of a subordinate to that of the Nightmare Wizard.

Gagarin knew he only had one chance to speak, whether it was to ask a formal wizard he knew or the Star Wizard.

Even if you don't speak, there will still be opportunities to meet and talk again.

Once the words are spoken, the past acquaintance is over, and what remains is an absolute exchange of interests between wizards.

Gagarin smiled bitterly. Did he have a choice?

It's long gone.

The path forward for bloodline wizards has always been limited.

He also lacked the courage to break through to become a formal wizard and face the backlash from the inherited information within his bloodline.

The bloodline was passed down smoothly, but no descendant was able to take on the main responsibility. Even the strength declined with each generation, wasting too many resources.

When the family was still in the core area of ​​power, they could tolerate such waste.

Now that the Moore family has fallen to the outer areas, it's not difficult for them to turn things around again.

The remaining interest groups are also occupied by the corresponding wizards and wizard families, who will not give up a single penny; unless he has the qualifications, strength, and virtue to be worthy of the position.

Clearly, none of them meet the standards.

"I'm dying soon. After I die, the family might not even be able to stay in the outer districts anymore. They'll have to leave the main territory and end up in Wizard City."

"I can still play one last role by seeking help from a formally recognized wizard I know, the Star Wizard. This is my only chance to speak, but if I don't, I won't have another chance."

Gagarin saw it clearly: he had once been a powerful and outstanding wizard, possessing the strength of a top-tier wizard apprentice.

Those formal wizards, the Star Wizards, recalled that the person in their memories was Gagarin, not his descendants.

As time goes by, this memory will only fade further.

If this favor is not used, even if Gagarin's family line continues, the role that later generations can play in utilizing this favor at crucial moments will become increasingly weaker.

The essence of wizardry lies in the exchange of benefits and value.

Gagarin's existence represents the emotional and commemorative value of wizards.

This value is not permanent.

"Whether it's Wizard Is or Wizard Polaris, they are all strangers to me. Even the Dark Wizard, back in the Dark Lands, was high above and never once glanced at me."

"Perhaps seeking their help would yield some assistance, but it would certainly not be as significant as the Nightmare Wizard, whose growth I have personally witnessed; the help they would provide would undoubtedly be the greatest."

Gagarin's body was gradually swallowed by the black and white light. He was also thinking about how to use this extremely precious human favor, which could be called the most precious thing in the entire Heart of Conquest.

At the top of the pyramid, in an unknown spatial medium, the Nightmare Wizard frowned slightly, sensing something, and his gaze fell on the outermost space, on Gagarin Moore.

This space belongs to his personal dream space, or it can be said to be a manifestation of his spiritual consciousness space, the application of the sorcery - Nightmare Dream Pagoda Realm; everything is under his control. If someone is of low strength, in this world, just mentioning his name or thinking about things related to him will generate a certain response.

His eyes gleamed with a black and white divine light, his brain's processing power suddenly accelerated, and the Eye of Truth released a scanning fluctuation. After about several tens of seconds, a thoughtful expression appeared on Wang Ya's face, and the strange phenomena in his eyes disappeared completely, returning to his usual calm black eyes.

He already knew the general outline and remembered the former chief wizard of the Divine Eagle lineage.

Of course, I also remembered the Eagle Wizard who died in the battle of the Underdark.

"The issue of extraordinary bloodline, the continuation of the family lineage, Gagarin, you want my help, it's just a favor, but that's not enough; everything is reciprocal, I will also give you a chance to make a choice."

Wang Ya's gaze turned in one direction, and upon seeing the figure in the blue wizard's robe, he seemed to notice and looked over.

A look of surprise flashed across his face, then he smiled and stopped paying attention.

It seems that his disciple's current level of expertise has exceeded some of his expectations.

He was also very much looking forward to seeing what kind of performance his disciples, who were trained in a hands-off manner, would deliver.

He had a premonition that one of the little ones would grow into a true spirit wizard during this exchange competition.

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"Indeed, it's quite impressive. The feeling I get from the Green Goblin Wizard is almost no weaker than that from a wizard of the same level. The Deadwood Wizard has truly taught an outstanding junior."

"In my opinion, the most outstanding player in this exchange competition is probably the Green Goblin Wizard. He should be able to break through to the True Spirit Wizard realm."

"Excellent. I look forward to the appearance of a new official wizard. When that happens, the Deadwood Wizard shouldn't be stingy with the celebratory feast."

Many formal wizards have excellent eyesight. If it weren't for the fact that they were in this special dream world, the will of the wizarding world would probably come knocking on the Green Goblin's door.

A smile appeared on the face of the withered wood wizard. She had seen Green Goblin Wizard get to where he was today. If it weren't for her guidance, given Green Goblin Wizard's personality, he probably wouldn't have attended this banquet and would have continued to stay in seclusion in the wizard tower.

Too much of a good thing is bad. Accumulating too much only adds to the time. You should cut things off when necessary to see your true nature.

The Green Goblin Wizard should have broken through long ago.

The withered tree wizard also gave a shout-out to the other formal wizards, saying, "The disciples of the North Star Wizard and the disciples of the Sul Wizard are also exceptionally outstanding. This exchange competition will be quite interesting."

This is also a transition from the old to the new.

The number of elderly people who still exist, the older generation of wizard apprentices, is also dwindling. They have either established wizarding families or died, grown old, and disappeared from the active circles of the main organization.

The second Netherworld Wizard wore a dynamic mask formed from Netherworld fire, and a black wizard's robe that encased her curvaceous body; she stood at the head of the many formal wizards, with only two Star Wizards in front of her.

Hearing that she was being talked about, they turned around and glanced at her. Her slightly indifferent eyes made everyone's hearts skip a beat. Although she didn't exude any aura or special effects, they couldn't help but feel uneasy, as if they were shrouded in something terrifying.

Standing at the very edge of the formal wizards, seemingly intentionally, the figure in the pale red wizard robe also wore a unique patterned mask; only wizards who had once been in the Underdark could recognize that pattern, which was none other than the representative symbol of the Rhine lineage.

The wizard Suer glanced at them silently without saying a word, his gaze fixed on the two figures standing side by side in the outside world.

Xingcai, the disciple of the Netherworld Wizard, wore the same black wizard's robe as before, with long, straight black hair and a cold and arrogant demeanor. Standing there, she seemed like the North Star of the past had reappeared.

The wizard Suer was momentarily dazed. He pursed his soft red lips beneath the mask and looked at his disciple, Ariana. She wore a white wizard's robe and exuded a serene and tranquil aura. Her face was ordinary and unremarkable, yet it was impossible to look away from her.

Such a characteristic can only be possessed by extremely powerful wizards.

The black and white light enveloped the two of them, and in the chaos, they disappeared from the spot.

"We should also be going, everyone. Lord Nightmare Wizard is about to begin his reverse training of this world."

The Blood Wizard turned around and smiled, "The gifts are all ready."

"Of course, Lord Divine Blood Wizard. The banquet is to celebrate Lord Nightmare Wizard's return from deep meditation and to celebrate the passing of the blizzard season."

One by one, the formal wizards entered the void.

In the outer space, matter vanished, the wizard's figure disappeared, leaving only a hazy, chaotic black and white ball of light.

The massive pyramid structure began to be eroded by black and white light clusters, increasing the quality of its own light source.

"Incredible! I actually witnessed the creation of a world, even if it was just in a dream world, just a secret realm-like world. It's too exaggerated, too unbelievable."

"Just how powerful is Lord Nightmare Wizard? To reverse the creation of a secret realm, reshape matter, and even the rules and laws, the amount of dream power consumed, as well as the understanding and control of the dream world, is absolutely unprecedented."

"With the Nightmare Wizard here, what is there to fear from the Pale Hand? I need to prepare more of my gifts; they're too meager. A year from now, I'll go to the Pale Hand and snatch back even more."

One of the formal wizards had a ruthless look on his face, actually trying to force himself and squeeze out his potential through external means.

A year is not a long time, and even if one can improve, the improvement will be limited. However, it is still possible to temper one's wizard heart and mindset.

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boom!

Boundless light was blooming, and the black and white light at the center of the chaotic, colorless void began to tremble like a heart, gradually shedding its outer garment of light.

Wang Ya's figure appeared in the void, his hands constantly stroking as if he were manipulating something. Soon, the black and white light cluster gradually took on a specific shape, and a large amount of Nightmare Annihilation Dream Power was being consumed.

The sorcery of the Nightmare Dream Floating Pagoda Realm begins to reverse, shaping a new world.

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When Ax regained consciousness, he heard a series of overlapping voices, accompanied by the ringing of an ancient bell. His vision became clearer and clearer. The huge space was circular, with its edges shrouded in black and white energy, making it difficult to see clearly. Inside, there were layers of wooden tables arranged in circles, each about ten meters apart.

A blazing sun hangs in the sky, its light and temperature just right. It seems so close yet harmless, a truly peculiar sight that arouses curiosity and a desire to explore further.

The middle is a vast space, which is also a battlefield.

At the very top were small, stepped platforms, each about thirty meters apart. On each platform was a more luxurious long wooden table. The formal wizards of the Conqueror's Heart sat upright in their chairs, looking down at the scene below and at the many wizard apprentices.

Ax looked up to the top, where three small platforms, each a hundred meters apart, were occupied by the Blood God Wizard, the Dark Wizard, and the Netherworld Wizard. Each sat with their hands casually placed, their indifferent gazes carrying a terrifying aura as they looked down.

"The Great Wizard He Yanmeng, through meditation, attained enlightenment and saw the truth."

"The Great Wizard He Yanmeng, through meditation, attained enlightenment and saw the truth."

One by one, the wizards, filled with reverence, called out and shouted; and bowed slightly, showing the etiquette of wizards.

The voices grew louder and louder, even the formal wizards were offering their congratulations, and the voices gradually merged into a single, torrent-like sound.

Akex's face flushed, his breathing rapid, his gaze fixed on the black-robed figure seated atop the tower. The figure's face was shrouded in shadow, indistinct, but those indifferent black eyes seemed to hold all the extraordinary mysteries of the world. The dreamlike quality was captivating, drawing one in completely, making it difficult to escape.

The black and white raven on its shoulder, with its gray-black pupils and an air of enjoyment, spread its wings, opened its beak, and seemed to be clucking something, puffing out its chest.

This is the legendary Nightmare Wizard.

The absolute core of the heart for conquest.

The Lord of Deception and Deception.

"Great Wizard He Yanmeng, through meditation, has attained the truth!" Ax shouted along with the crowd, even more fervently than the others.

In those reddened eyes, besides respect for the Nightmare Wizard, there was a deeper ambition.

He also wanted to become such a wizard.

Possessing such power, such everything.

A great wizard should be like this.

He wasn't the only one with this thought; the apprentice wizards below, looking up and watching, all had similar ideas.

If I were sitting up there, what kind of view would it be!

The Nightmare Wizard stood up from his chair. His face was still not clearly visible, but one could directly sense his emotions.

He was joyful; he was happy.

Many apprentice wizards also became excited and joyful.

The formal wizarding group nodded and smiled, their eyes filled with anticipation.

"The battle for the Wizard's Feast begins."

The Nightmare Wizard announced loudly.

P.S.: I'd almost forgotten some of the characters from before, so this is a bit of setup to refresh my memory; it'll make the later climax easier to write and also helps me get back on track, giving the Underdark arc a proper conclusion. (End of Chapter)