Wizards pursue the truth

The sword originally had no name, but before it became a sword, it had a name.

—Rainbow Trout Wizard.

Level 3 Radiant Moon Archmage.

He succeeded in his breakthrough, but also perished. The core of his dream became the seven-colored dream sword, but he also left a contingency plan within it.

The core of the dream retains his residual information, and no matter how it changes, this remains, and thus he also exists.

"You scoundrels, be executed!"

The illusory body of the Rainbow Trout Wizard emerged from the Rainbow Trout Sword. He seemed to reach out and grasp the sword, which manifested as boundless seven-colored light. It then transformed into a leaping red fish, which jumped and shortened the distance between the dream void, the consciousness void, and any other realm.

It is powerful, it is incredible; this is the third-tier true spirit characteristic ability born after the Rainbow Trout Wizard breaks through to the third level of Radiant Moon.

——Boundless and Unending Heaven

The Dream Wizard laughed heartily, a gleeful smile on his face. Combined with his Dream Eyes, which could see through locks, it also signified the enemy's fate.

"Those who covet the power of the radiant moon will also fall under its spell. Greedy ones, bear the consequences."

"The power of the Radiant Moon will bring annihilation, strangling your consciousness and soul."

Everything seemed to have truly come to an end. The sword pierced Wang Ya's body within the Demonic Calamity Flame from behind, a body composed of his consciousness, spirit, and soul. Originally, he was adrift, and his three bodies should have been scattered throughout the Demonic Calamity Flame. However, when the sword pierced through, a force forcibly brought the three bodies together.

Wang Ya's illusory location was completely nailed down, anchored in the void, and seven-colored light burst forth from the gap, just like Wang Ya's body in reality. This was also a terrifying power of illusion obliterating reality, even more terrifying than the Demonic Calamity Fire.

The annihilating power belonging to the Moonlit Wizard.

The illusory place was gradually erased, the ominous star seemed to shine in the sky, the Floating Pagoda began to tremble, cracks appeared in the earth and sky, and the strange phenomena domain evolved by the Dream Wizard also gained the upper hand.

It seems that, just as the other party predicted, the Nightmare Wizard has reached a dead end.

Won!

"It was our pale hands that won this war."

Having lived through countless years, the Dream Wizard's emotions should have been stable by now, but at this moment, he couldn't help but have tears welling up in his eyes.

The Pale Hand paid too high a price in this war.

They even used their most treasured sword, and the teacher had to intervene.

If the Rainbow Trout Archmage reveals even the slightest hint of his presence, it could alert the Frosty Snow Heaven's group.

Fortunately, this did not happen in reality, but in the dream world, within the Sword Realm.

The war had an impact on reality, but only at level three and below.

With the severe weather of the blizzard season also taking effect, the unusual situation here might not have been noticed during the frost and snow. The dream wizard of war had his pupils contract, and a sense of dread inexplicably arose in his heart.

Blizzard season.

Yes, everything makes sense now.

The blizzard affected the wizards' senses, leaving the natural environment to the spirits of wind and snow. At the same time, it also made it easier to make some arrangements.

Why was the Pale Hand spread throughout the entire territory without any prior warning, and why was it impossible to organize any resistance forces after the war began?

"So this is your scheme? You have indeed succeeded." The Dream Wizard gritted his teeth, looking somewhat resentful. The Pale Hand suffered a great loss; it would take at least several thousand years, or even ten thousand years, to replenish the high-level wizards who had died.

If another war breaks out between wizarding factions, it will be extremely detrimental to the Pale Hand.

The most terrifying thing is not this, but the loss of Star Wizards.

Apart from him, the other four people all fell into the trap.

Even if they can be saved, it's unknown how long it will take for their burned true spirit form to return to its peak.

"What a damn inexplicable war."

"I must expose your true colors and sever your foundation." The more the Dream Wizard thought about it, the angrier he became. The effects of the blizzard could not cover up his dereliction of duty, and he also bore a great deal of responsibility for the current situation.

"You have failed, but the afterglow of the Pale Hand will continue to burn and grow ever brighter."

The Dream Wizard shouted in Wang Ya's direction, as if venting his frustration.

At this moment, the seven-colored sword pierced his heart and was nailed to the void. The demonic fire vanished completely, and the Floating Pagoda Realm was almost on the verge of collapse. The young wizard's tall figure, fair skin, and indifferent expression were revealed. Starting from his limbs, he gradually turned into light particles and dissipated into the world.

The illusory form of the Rainbow Trout Wizard gripped the sword hilt tightly, standing behind the Nightmare Wizard, revealing half of its face, and giving the Dream Wizard a gratified smile.

As in the past, he smiled and encouraged his former disciple for the successes he had achieved.

"teacher!"

The Dream Wizard murmured a few times, and even his heart, chilled by the passage of time, began to stir.

His gaze fell on the face of the Nightmare Wizard, and he regained his usual indifference, his eyes filled with hatred. "A Dream Wizard at the Radiant Moon level can forcibly erase the consciousness, soul, and even spiritual power of a lower-level wizard. Let me see what's in your head."

"I will eradicate your origins, your purpose, your source, and all traces of you."

"I must say you've gone to great lengths, but you've also brought me some convenience, preventing the other two wizarding factions from noticing."

The Dream Wizard suppressed the vast and wondrous phenomena, filling them back into his small body. He flew to the Nightmare Wizard's side, intending to reach out and touch the other's brow.

His palms radiated a white glow, with dreamlike ripples of color appearing, capable of illuminating memories.

The ripples gradually cleared, and the enemy's memories surfaced vividly. The Dream Wizard looked on curiously, only to find absolute darkness. A pair of blood-red eyes opened in the darkness, filled with unprecedented hatred and resentment.

The level of hatred had surpassed his own.

"What kind of memory is this?"

The Dream Wizard's eyes widened, and he subconsciously took a step back, but his hand did not move away from the other person's brow.

Another pair of blood-red eyes opened, filled with absolute violence, hatred, and a bestial desire to tear everything in front of them to shreds.

Why do animals have pupils, etc.?

A deafening roar interrupted the Dream Wizard's thoughts. In the darkness of his observed memories, countless pairs of blood-red eyes opened, densely packed, filling every corner, even pressing against each other.

Furthermore, there were four enormous blood-red pupils, radiating an aura of power befitting a Star Wizard. The sense of hatred and resentment emanating from them almost made the Dream Wizard tremble in his body and mind.

"What kind of hatred and resentment must it be!"

The Dream Wizard realized he was no longer in the Floating Pagoda Realm. The surrounding environment had turned into darkness, and he had been transported into it. Blood-red pupils converged from all directions, reflecting the wounded bodies of extraordinary creatures, dripping blood, broken bodies, and still-clenched sharp teeth.

"Dream Wizard, this is a gift I prepared for the Pale Hand, and also a great gift for you."

The voice of the Nightmare Wizard echoed in this dark space.

"The hatred of over ten million extraordinary beings, whose strength ranges from the most ordinary lower-level extraordinary beings to second-tier beast kings. Can your capacity withstand such hatred? If your consciousness can bear it and your soul can bear it, then you can break free from it. I look forward to your performance."

Hearing those smiling words, the Dream Wizard gritted his teeth. How could he not know that he had fallen into the other party's trap?

Viewing memories will trigger this method.

It is likely that everything happening now is part of the other side's calculations.

The teacher, the Dream Wizard, thought to himself, "Oh no! Was the Rainbow Trout Sword's attack also part of their plan? If so, it's terrifying. The teacher will also meet with misfortune."

The Dream Wizard was anxious. The Dream Flower belonging to the Star Wizard bloomed again, and phenomena of blue water, lightning, and true fire appeared, beginning to destroy the darkness surging in the blood-red eyes.

Chi Chi!

The effect was indeed outstanding; a large amount of darkness and bloodshot eyes were dissolved, but at the same time, even more darkness surged out and unleashed unimaginable power.

Like an ocean of hatred, darkness completely engulfed the blooming, upright tricolor flowers.

"Damn it, all you know is how to play dirty tricks. If you've got the guts, come and fight me fair and square."

The Dream Wizard's hysterical words roared in anger, echoing in the depths of darkness, only to be drowned out by an even greater wave of sound.

"No, how can I fall here? How can I fail my teacher's expectations? The pale afterglow weighs on my shoulders. I will not fall. If there is hatred, then hate me. I will climb out of this darkness step by step."

Meanwhile, on the other side—the Rainbow Trout Archmage, wielding the Rainbow Trout Sword, looked around. The environment was not in the enemy's dream magic world; familiar seven-colored light floated, with no spatial distance restrictions above or below, and no matter. He was stunned, reached out to touch it, and it was indeed the dream power he was familiar with.

The Rainbow Trout Wizard was astonished. "This is actually in the Sword Realm, nourishing my pure dream power. There's no mistake. What exactly is the enemy's purpose?"

He was able to harness and absorb these powers, unleashing the third-tier true spirit characteristics of the Rainbow Trout Sword.

"The magic array that alternates between reality and illusion has also disappeared. I can't sense it anymore, and the environment is no longer the Sword Realm. Did that person make the change, or did they have another purpose?"

The Rainbow Trout Archmage looked somewhat surprised and uncertain. He was certain that this place was the Sword Realm, and he couldn't be mistaken in his perception.

"That young wizard is so terrifying, he wouldn't make such a mistake. I did stab him, but then the attack came back here. It seems I was tricked again."

The future of the Pale Hand is already teetering on the brink.

It's possible that from the beginning until now, we've been under their control.

Roar!

At some unknown time, the roars and howls of beasts rang out in this special Seven-Colored Sword Realm. Not only that, but the cries of even more creatures rose and fell, seemingly approaching from a great distance, becoming clearer and clearer.

Seven-colored light enveloped the edge of heaven and earth, but one by one, ferocious heads squeezed in, their angry and resentful faces staring at it and letting out hateful roars.

"So that's how it is. This special sword realm's dream power isn't something I can control; I can't absorb it. On the contrary, it's here to kill me."

The Rainbow Trout Wizard was once a Moon Wizard, and even though he only stayed at that level for a very short time before his demise, he still possessed a level of insight far surpassing that of the Dream Wizard.

He saw through everything and connected it with the previous clues.

"Success and failure both stem from the Sword Realm." The Rainbow Trout Grand Wizard said with a bitter smile, "Stripped of dreams and future, this illusory yet extraordinary race is inextricably linked to me. When reality transforms into illusion, that hatred and resentment will directly affect the Rainbow Trout Sword, or more precisely, me."

"So that's what you were after. You probably knew it from the beginning and plotted against me."

"The Pale Hand is only part of your plan to achieve this goal, and my existence will indeed hinder you from devouring the Rainbow Trout Sword."

The Rainbow Trout Grand Wizard ignored the increasing number of individuals from the real-world extraordinary races crowding into this world, and instead spoke to the void before him: "How did you come up with this method? It is indeed a genius idea. The Rainbow Trout Sword is the core of my dream, the path I follow. No matter how much you devour, you cannot bypass it; you need to deal with this part of me beforehand."

"You cannot destroy my existence. I am the Rainbow Trout Sword itself. Destroying me is also destroying the Rainbow Trout Sword. You don't need to destroy me. You use these hateful consciousnesses to fill the Rainbow Trout Sword, letting them mix in, which is to distort my consciousness and make me unable to intervene in your devouring."

However, no one answered him.

The figure the Rainbow Trout Wizard longed to see did not appear, and he could only sigh inwardly.

This is where it's destined to be.

Whether it was him or the pale hand.

As an opponent, the young wizard's life was not long; on the contrary, he was terrifyingly young, yet far more terrifying than any of the powerful enemies he had faced in the past.

Whether in terms of strategy or sheer strength, she is impeccable.

He looked up at the world around him. The hatred of consciousness was also a peak power of illusion. Moreover, due to the sword-nurturing formation, he was to some extent the same as the illusion of these real races' consciousness. He did not completely devour their future, but rather absorbed it like a gentle stream.

This also gave these real-world racial consciousnesses an opportunity to be exploited.

The limitation imposed by its own state is that the sword spirit of the Rainbow Trout Sword cannot, in a sense, attack a part of itself. The intervention of these illusory consciousness spirits in the Rainbow Trout Sword, affecting the sword spirit itself, has become an established fact.

"It's not shameful for the Pale Hand to lose to such an enemy. It's all in the end. This kind of person can't be stopped by this line. Sooner or later, he will reach the sky. I really look forward to it. It's a pity that I won't see that day."

The sighs of the Rainbow Trout Wizard echoed throughout this Sword Realm.

Filled with anger, hatred, and venomous illusory consciousness, countless spirits squeezed into this sword realm, creating a scene as if the heavens and earth were collapsing. The Milky Way overflowed, and countless individuals tore the Rainbow Trout Wizard to pieces, transforming into chaotic, seven-colored light that blurred and overturned within the sword realm.

Finally, it completely returned to the rainbow trout sword with its seven-colored blade.

Having lost control of the Rainbow Trout Sword, and since this sword realm lacks physical gravity, it floated in the air.

A slender, fair hand emerged from the void and grasped the sword hilt. Then came a black wizard's robe, white hair fluttering in the wind. The Nightmare Wizard examined the sword, his eyes gleaming with joy.

It was indeed the sword he had been waiting for.

The grade was even higher than he had expected.

After being devoured, the creation of the illusory sorcerer body is almost only a matter of time.

The core of his dream will also blossom into a nightmare flower.

As for the petals, it is estimated that the first petal will be related to the Rainbow Trout Sword, but Wang Ya will not let it overshadow the main subject. There will be more than one petal. His path as a wizard will not be weaker than that of the Rainbow Trout Great Wizard. Even with the first petal, he will take the lead and at most absorb and digest everything from the Rainbow Trout Great Wizard.

"Rainbow Trout Wizard, you guessed correctly. Your existence is indeed an eyesore. However, my plan is not just for you. I also want the Pale Hand. Eliminating the threat is also a goal. These two are not contradictory. On the contrary, they complement each other."

The Nightmare Wizard muttered to himself, seemingly in response to the Rainbow Trout Sword, which had lost its self-awareness and become a purely functional magical artifact.

That massive amount of illusory consciousness, carrying the hatred accumulated over countless years, is something even a wizard who has reached the end of the Path of the Radiant Moon might not be able to withstand.

Similarly, the Dream Wizard of the Star Wizard had already died when he entered that dark space.

He glanced back at the corpse of the Dream Wizard floating in the air behind him. It was still alive, but its consciousness was gone and its soul had dried up.

Perhaps only a rule-based wizard who has undergone a qualitative change can ignore the massive engulfment and annihilation of such illusory consciousness spirits.

Wang Ya herself lacked the confidence to bear such terrifying hatred and resentment.

If we were really faced with that situation, we would have no choice but to call upon the King of Hanging to take action.

The Pale Annihilation Plan is only one part of the plan; there are other plans hidden beneath it.

The battle against the beast tide is a prerequisite for this plan.

Preparations began long ago.

It's finally over.

Wang Ya achieved all the goals he wanted to achieve.

As expected, he still had some hidden cards up his sleeve.

The third-tier True Spirit power, the Primal Force Witch Body, and the Harak Possession Armor were never used.

In other words, Wang Ya did not truly unleash his full power.

The war is over, and now it's time to reap the rewards.

This special realm of reality, which is opposed to the void of dreams, began to collapse, filling the Rainbow Trout Sword. Wang Ya also continuously injected the power of Nightmare Annihilation, leaving his own mark.

It will also take some time to absorb the Rainbow Trout Sword.

Just as Wang Ya was preparing to return to the real dream world of swords, a chill inexplicably rose in his heart, and a great terror appeared.

It was as if something had its eye on him and truly had the power to kill him, to take his life, and to exist in a world that was both real and illusory.

His pupils contracted, and a chill ran down his spine.

"Are you kidding me? What is this all about?"

In an instant, the feeling disappeared again, and his mouth opened slightly, his expression showing surprise and uncertainty.

It felt as if the feeling I had just experienced was just an illusion.

Do not!

It's definitely not an illusion.

Wang Ya's face was grim, and his previous joy had vanished. Something must have happened that involved a power beyond his level.

The words "Radiant Moon" came to mind.

Wang Ya has already begun calling upon the strangled king.

After receiving confirmation from the strangled prince that he was ready to be taken away at any time, the sense of panic lessened considerably.

Within the Sword Realm of the Dream Void.

The enormous Nightmare Tree still swayed, its roots perfectly still. The Black and White Sun Domain, without any mass filling it, also returned to calm and stability. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the black-robed figure beneath the tree.

What was the final result?

This concerns everyone's heart.

The Conqueror's Heart Wizard's worries caused both the Blood Wizard and the Gloom Wizard to break out in a cold sweat.

The Pale Hand Wizard longs for a miracle to happen, and the Dream Wizard brings the pale glow of a miracle.

The Nightmare Wizard, who had been in a deep slumber, finally opened his eyes.

Those were a pair of mysterious, distant eyes, like the starry sky, carrying the same expression and feeling as before.

When the Nightmare Wizard drew the illusory sword from his chest and held it in his hand.

All the wizards with a heart set on conquest began to cheer, and even the true spirit wizards could not hide their excitement.

"We won, we won."

"Our fighting spirit won us this war."

Xingcai tugged at the sleeve of the Netherworld Wizard and said excitedly, "Teacher, we won! The Nightmare Wizard has created another miracle and defeated five strong opponents of the same level."

The Netherworld Wizard remained silent, but his unwavering gaze and clenched, sweaty hands revealed his inner turmoil.

The Blood Wizard and the Gloom Wizard, seemingly separated by an extremely distant dreamlike void, exchanged a glance, and joyful smiles appeared on their lips.

Wang Ya, the person involved, did not get caught up in the jubilation or the joy of victory.

His conscious perception, from the pale hand that moves from illusion to reality, gathered information that made his eyelids twitch.

Disappeared!

The headquarters of the Pale Hand disappeared completely.

The five star towers, along with the pale main tower at the very center, vanished, leaving behind a huge crater in the original location, as if struck by some kind of devastating sorcery.

The area encompassed was not just a million meters, but nearly thirty million meters. This was only due to a certain kind of witchcraft. More pits appeared in other parts of the headquarters, the ruins of the damaged buildings were everywhere, the ley lines were destroyed, and the energy was in a state of chaotic diffusion.

What happened?

Who is making a move to fight?

And the war ended so quickly!

These are the three questions Wang Ya wants to understand clearly.

Judging from the scale of the battle that took place at headquarters, Wang Ya was certain that it was definitely a battle at the Radiant Moon level, and the battlefield had not spread too much, presenting an overwhelming situation.

It was as if one radiant moon had merely used a few spells to suppress or kill the other radiant moon.

If it were a truly all-out battle, the existence of the Radiant Moon could instantly destroy the surface of Earth in my past life's memories. Destroying a small Earth-Moon system would only be a matter of a second or a minute.

clap clap clap!

The sound of applause reached Wang Ya's ears, seemingly coming from a great distance, yet also seemingly very close.

He turned around and saw a figure materialize from the illusion.

It was a figure dressed in a red wizard's robe, seemingly visible only to Wang Ya, as none of the other wizards had observed it.

The wizard's robes bore some kind of symbol, which appeared to be a mark of the wizarding faction.

"A brilliant battle, a brilliant plan, a brilliant wizard."

The red-robed wizard's face was contorted and unobservable, his voice tinged with unusual excitement, and he clapped with great force.

"Solving that old hag Paleness problem has also led me to meet such an outstanding junior like you, especially since you are so young, and especially at such a special time."

The red-robed wizard paused, as if he was thinking about something.

"Would you like to join our Crimson Society?" The red-robed wizard extended an invitation, spreading his arms wide.

Wang Ya: "."

When Wang Ya saw the symbol, he also realized the origin of the other party's wizarding power.

This was thanks to the intelligence brought back by the Ghostly Wizard.

Therefore, we can draw a conclusion.

The war waged by the pale hand of reality was orchestrated by the powerful wizard before us, a member of the Crimson Society who was suspected to be a being of the Radiant Moon.

The paleness he spoke of could not be the same pale wizard who created the Pale Hand, who still exists and has not died!

Wang Ya fell silent again.

So that sense of crisis came from the hidden Pale Wizard, who, realizing that the Pale Hand was doomed, prepared to attack him, but was killed by the Scarlet Society wizard.

This does explain why that sense of crisis was so fleeting.

Wang Ya looked around and found that he was no longer in the Dream Sword Realm, but in a study with a lit fireplace, bookshelves full of books, and sofas piled on both sides.

Sitting on the sofa opposite was the mysterious red-robed wizard. Two cups of strong tea were placed on the coffee table, and he pushed one of them towards him.

After confirming that he could contact the Hanging King and use the rule rune technique to take action at any time, and rescue him in advance, Wang Ya sat down on the sofa with peace of mind and picked up the cup of strong tea.

"I know this is sudden, but who can blame me when you're so young, so outstanding, and at such a special time?" The red-robed wizard took a sip of tea, leaned back on the sofa, and said relaxedly, "There's been a problem within the Crimson Society, and we haven't been able to determine a suitable candidate. But from the moment I saw you, I knew you were the most suitable person."

Wang Ya: "."