Wizards pursue the truth

Pale sunlight pierced through the cold air and clouds, descending upon the earth. Grass and vegetation struggled to break through the remaining ice and snow, pushing out their tips to sprout, yearning for the sunlight that symbolized life.

The blizzard has finally passed. The once pristine white snow and biting cold are gone, replaced by a vibrant and thriving life. The many creatures that slumbered in caves and beneath the earth's veins have also returned and awakened.

The damage caused by wind and snow is nothing to the vastness of nature. Even if the earth's energy is completely drained, it may be regenerated in other places after thousands or tens of thousands of years.

However, for the wizard community, the reduction of the earth's ley line energy tides and the damage to resource areas are real losses, which are extremely important. The wizard Mair, who is responsible for recording information about the Pale Hand, is taught by the formal wizard "Fire Lion". Every time he passes by the corresponding Pale Fortress branch and collects accurate data, his face becomes more gloomy.

The number of damaged resource sites is far too great; the harm caused by the spirits of wind and snow is truly not to be underestimated.

"The foolish Pale Hand Wizard can't even protect himself from the harm of the Snow Spirit. It is only right that the Nightmare Wizard leads the wizards to conquer the world and change the world."

"We won't make that mistake and suffer such a huge loss."

The Pale Fortress branch was renamed the Conquest Fortress branch; Mair walked out of branch 63 with a displeased look on his face, glanced back at the city buildings that had been drastically changed, and muttered to himself, "None of the wizards of the Pale Hand are good people."

The tone was not very polite, and there seemed to be a little resentment in it.

This is naturally closely related to the current situation of the desire for conquest.

Twenty years have passed since we defeated the Pale Hand and then took control of this land.

A lot can happen in a long time. The traces of the Pale Hand have been completely erased, and from now on, only the name "Battleground" will exist.

By consulting historical records, one might find traces of the sorcerer faction known as the "Pale Hand."

The Heart of Conquest also dispatched wizards to make contact with other wizarding forces in the online region, thus gaining complete visibility into all wizarding forces in the Frostland and learning some secrets of other online regions.

The two surrounding wizarding factions, the Royal Palace and the Royal Palace, maintained a cold attitude and never showed any goodwill towards the desire for conquest. Friction often occurred, causing continuous battles among wizarding apprentices in the borderlands—the Dream-Infested Zone.

On the contrary, the Ancient Heart, when faced with the Heart of Conquest's attempt to interact and form some transactions involving extraordinary resources, did not encounter much resistance and readily accepted it.

Ancient Heart Wizard even dispatched wizard envoys to the Heart of Conquest to sign some wizard contracts regarding resource transactions.

Most importantly, the Ancient Heart Wizard has expressed his desire to meet the master of the Heart of Conquest—the Nightmare Wizard.

Unfortunately, the Nightmare Wizard was in deep meditation and did not provide any response. Only the Ghost Light Wizard received the arrival of the Ancient Heart Wizard's spiritual consciousness.

The negotiations between the two major wizarding factions progressed very smoothly. Wizard Gu Xin proposed that an exchange competition be held between wizard apprentices to encourage the progress of wizards from both sides. The competition would be held every certain period of time, and the rewards would be jointly agreed upon by both sides.

"Master McCree, becoming a full-fledged wizard is one thing, but how come that Rick was qualified to reach the level of a Limit Wizard Apprentice, and in such a short time?"

Mair had been at the level of a Limit Wizard Apprentice for a long time, and the rise of newcomers had made him feel a great sense of crisis.

The resources have been largely allocated, and each wizard no longer has any extra resources to gain. Everything depends on their own efforts to acquire resources and battle points.

Internal competitive pressure gradually increased, especially after McCree became a newly appointed official wizard.

The borderlands are currently the primary way for Conquest Hearts wizards to acquire conquest points, but the corresponding price is risking their lives to fight against wizards from the Royal Palace.

Mair has never been to the borderlands, and he always has a concern in his heart. Under the care of the Fire Lion Wizard, he has never lacked resources, and his inheritance has always reached the level of a formal wizard. He wants to find his own path, but he can't find a clue or see a way to break through to the level of a formal wizard and condense his true spirit.

"Legendary potions. Perhaps only legendary potions can help me."

Mair sighed. While the legendary potion could indeed lead one onto the path of legend and make one a true spirit wizard, it also meant embarking on an extremely difficult path, competing with many wizards, and striving to acquire Cataclysm Points. The most direct method was also to go to the borderlands and face life-or-death battles.

"The teacher should be able to help me. Besides, I'm not the only one stuck in the current limit state. The one who has made the most progress is none other than Ariana, the disciple of Wizard Suer, who has stepped into the limit-breaking state."

"Solomon, the Son of God, is a freak and cannot be compared at all. Right now, he should be in the borderlands, serving as a formal wizard holding the line, responsible for dealing with the wizarding group from the Royal Palace."

Suddenly, Mair stopped in the air. Ripples of particle energy spread outwards, and a look of surprise appeared on his face. "This is... a message from the teacher. The Radiant Wizard is summoning all high-ranking wizards back to headquarters for a new Wizarding Tournament."

"All the true spirit wizards will return, even the slaughter wizard Solomon the God Child on the border will return. Won't that leave the border empty?"

Meyer didn't understand. "Why is this happening? What happened to cause this change?"

He had a vague feeling that his desire to conquer was about to undergo an unprecedented change, but his social status determined that he was not qualified to participate in the Conquest Wizard Conference. He only knew about the news because of his teacher, the Fire Lion Wizard.

Regardless, he felt he should return to headquarters immediately, which was also the Fire Lion Wizard's intention, and perhaps an unexpected opportunity would arise.

Change always brings something, whether good or bad, but with the Fire Lion Wizard backing him up, he doesn't need to worry too much.

After making up his mind, Mair changed direction and flew to a relatively prosperous branch fortress, entrusting the investigation task to a trustworthy Fire Lion School wizard.

In addition to recruiting their own disciples, True Spirit Wizards have also developed their own schools of thought to cater to disputes among various wizarding groups. Each school represents a small power, vying for more benefits and protecting what they already possess.

Chi Chi!

There are quite a few wizards like Mair who can summon flying magic to form energy particles and return to their home base. Whether through wizard teleportation arrays or other methods, they all have some connection with the true spirit wizards who are eager to conquer.

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His long blue hair slid down his robes, his tall and straight figure, and the blue markings between his brows exuded an extremely oppressive aura, as if one could hear the sounds and images of mountains of corpses and seas of blood. His figure materialized from nothingness, found his place, sat down in a chair, and placed his hands flat on the conference table in front of him.

The surrounding environment was somewhat dim, seemingly without boundaries, covered by a faint gray ripple aura. He was not the only one sitting at the long conference table, and his seat was even relatively low to the middle.

Regardless of status, the seating arrangement was based entirely on strength and the accumulated contributions of each individual to the fight. In terms of strength, the Divine Child Solomon had surpassed most of the formal wizards present, but in terms of the length of his existence and the achievements he had made, he was far inferior.

The symbol of the Slaughter Wizard is a blue spear, and the wizard next to it is also an incredibly fiery lion wizard with a full head of red hair, even his beard and eyebrows are red, and he smiles at the Slaughter Wizard.

The latter smiled faintly and nodded in response.

Soon, with the fluctuations of extraordinary energy, figures either materialized from the void or flew in from the outside and took their respective seats.

Inside the enormous wizard's conference room, the aura gradually became so powerful and chaotic that it reached a terrifying level, forcing the black-robed, black-haired figure at the top to open his dark eyes and lower them in a show of restraint.

As soon as the aura of the Ghost Light Wizard was released, the many formal wizards below also tried their best to suppress their extraordinary fluctuations; if they had acted casually as usual, the connection in this narrow space would probably have directly caused spatial tremors.

As for ordinary people, they cannot even get close; they will be stripped of their life force and life in an instant by the radiation energy, turning into a pile of rotten flesh.

"Gentlemen!"

The light of particle energy was contained within their bodies. The numerous formal wizards, each with a different expression and demeanor, looked solemnly at the person at the head of the group, who was currently making decisions for the cause of conquest.

—The Great Wizard of Ghostly Light.

"Twenty years have passed since we left the Valley of Conquest. Time truly is merciless. I'm sure you all feel that many things have changed, but no matter how things have changed, I believe you all know the core essence of our fighting spirit."

"Those are the various rules maintained, commanded, and developed by the Nightmare Wizard, which also exist because of the Nightmare Wizard."

The Ghostlight Wizard said expressionlessly, "The purpose of this Wizarding Conference is to discuss only one issue."

Regarding the appointment of the second decision-maker

Ignoring the numerous formal wizards who were radiating an aura due to their emotional turmoil, the Ghostlight Wizard stood up from his chair, his aura instantly exploding and suppressing everything, looking down with indifferent eyes.

"I, Youguang, have become the second decision-maker of the Heart of Conquest, officially appointed by the resignation and designation of the Nightmare Archmage."

A single word stirred up a storm, yet an eerie silence fell over the meeting room.

It is indeed beyond dispute that the Archmage of the Gloom would succeed as the second decision-maker.

But at this moment, a thought surfaced in the minds of many formal wizards.

Where is the Nightmare Wizard? He hasn't shown up for a long time. Is he still in deep meditation?

Solomon, the Divine Child, showed little emotional change. As the disciple of the Nightmare Archmage, he knew more, including things that many of the formal wizards present did not.

He won't say that answer.

The Ghostlight Wizard, and indeed all those who knew the truth, would not reveal it.

The Slaughter Wizard thought to himself, "Teacher, you left so quietly, yet you've left us with a huge mess. The Star Wars are a path to higher levels, and I understand your ambition, but doing this was truly too reckless."

He lowered his eyes, a glint of shrewdness appearing in them.

He also had ideas about the Star Battle Tournament.

The Nightmare Wizard will not be included in the Heart of Conquest's participation slot.

Only a limited number of people remain who can be selected as candidates.

The Spectral Wizard and the Blood Wizard do not meet the requirements.

Only he and his teacher's sister remained—the Green Forest Wizard, the Green Demon Wizard who had advanced to become a formal wizard, and the Netherworld Wizard who had already entered a deep meditative state.

"It seems there can only be one spot. Wizard Suer is qualified, but it seems he won't participate. So I need to defeat the others to represent the will to fight."

The Slaughter Wizard's eyes flashed; that was truly a formidable challenge.

He had only recently become a formal wizard, and his greatest pressure likely came from the Netherworld Wizard. Closing the gap between himself and a veteran formal wizard would be quite difficult, especially since the Netherworld Wizard was said to possess a terrifying sword.

Thinking of the God-Slaying Mark between his brows, he felt confident in dealing with the situation and relaxed.

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The blue sky was dotted with clouds that seemed to sway in the wind; after the blizzard, the land was much drier with good weather.

A peculiar black cloud drifted in from afar at an extremely fast speed, and it seemed to have a specific purpose.

"Nightmare Wizard, are you really going to take me to the Crimson Society?"

Above the clouds, Zetian cautiously glanced at the black-robed figure standing in front of him with his back to him; his back was straight, his white hair was flying, and he seemed to be in some kind of special meditative state.

Zetian wasn't worried that speaking would disturb the lord of this terrifying conquering force.

Having lived in that illusory world for at least twenty years, similar conversations and dialogues had already taken place many times.

In his eyes, the white-haired, black-robed wizard was relatively easy to talk to and had a good personality.

He was just too indifferent and aloof, seemingly not very interested in the outside world, and actually sat there in that illusory world for year after year.

He also noticed that a patch of black soil, excavated by the white-haired, black-robed wizard, was growing strange, blooming flowers.

What makes it strange is that the flowers themselves emit various colors of light, some extremely cold and simple, yet reflecting a deathly, extinguished light, and appearing as a concrete image. A terrifying spear, as if it could lock onto any target and pierce through everything. Just watching the reflection from outside the flowerbed almost drove him to mental annihilation and collapse.

Some were brightly colored, yet possessed a mysterious quality. No matter how he looked at the picture, he couldn't see any form. But when he stopped observing, a specific form appeared. He only observed it once for a moment, as if it were the tail or wings of a huge creature.

"You've asked this question no less than three hundred times in the past twenty years."

The white-haired, black-robed wizard opened his eyes, glanced back at Ze Tian, ​​and suddenly laughed, "I'm also a member of the Crimson Society. Bringing you into the Crimson Society was just a side job."

Ze Tianqian laughed without replying. Then, when he saw the Nightmare Wizard raise his right hand, his pupils dilated in disbelief. "It's actually true, the Scarlet Society's wizard mark."

He even compared it with his own Crimson Wizard Mark, and it was real, no doubt about it.

The Nightmare Wizard is actually one of our own!

The things given by the Grand Wizard and the Scarlet Society mark left behind allowed Wang Ya to sense the right place and the right time.

Below is a mountain range of primeval forest, or perhaps a crevice in a canyon, from which a deep darkness shines out, as if to swallow up all the light in the world.

Wang Ya suddenly activated the red metal token given to him by the Grand Wizard of the Emperor, along with the Scarlet Society's wizard mark.

The next moment, extremely distant spatial resonance radiation waves emanated out, gradually forming an astonishing energy storm that completely shattered the surrounding space. The darkness in the cracks of the real mountain seemed to surge out from the black storm formed by the spatial shattering and be pulled into it.

An eerie red light radiated from the darkness, gradually forming a massive energy ripple. The red portal was covered with various ancient wizarding runes, and crimson chains stretched out from the void to connect to the gate.

Ze Tian was completely stunned, and murmured, "Are you kidding me? This is the authority that only the three adults of the Crimson Society have to open the Crimson Gate. It allows them to go directly to the core area of ​​the headquarters without any hindrance."

"Why does the Nightmare Wizard possess such abilities? Or rather, why does he have such authority?"

An answer came to mind.

He is the Supreme Emperor Wizard.

Before Ze Tian could react, a black snake, seemingly separated from the shadows, stretched out and bound his body under the control of the Nightmare Wizard; the Nightmare Wizard flew into the portal and pulled him in as well.

Ze Tian finally realized what was happening and shouted almost like a howl, "No, no, no, Nightmare Wizard, I can't enter the void! I don't have the authority or the qualification. Wizard apprentices are not allowed in the core area of ​​the headquarters!"

The red portal swallowed the two figures, then turned into smoke, dissipating into the sky and earth. The dark canyon below gradually returned to calm, leaving only the ear-piercing roar of the raging wind. (End of Chapter)