Wizards pursue the truth

The sand, carried by the cold wind, crashed against the green vegetation that stubbornly stretched out its tender shoots on the sand, quickly engulfing it and suffocating its vitality; the world was gray, but the sand was tinged with a little purple, like lines stained on a gray canvas, creating a sense of incongruity.

The world seemed to be made of purple sand, and even the clouds in the sky were stained purple.

A fierce wind swept through, carrying the purple clay into a terrifying tornado, as if it were a catastrophe for the world, constantly spinning and pulling on more of the earth's mass, further destroying the vegetation deeply rooted in the earth's veins.

It was deathly silent, gloomy, and devoid of any life; this world seemed to truly be in a state of death.

Yet a different light exists deep within the purple sand world. It is an incomparably magnificent building, a pyramid-like structure with a triangular rhombus shape. The sphere at the top is made of transparent material, but it appears murky, as if it contains the dark side of the world.

Black streaks of light appeared in the void. A purple wizard's robe and silver hair fell naturally as the wicked wizard Fu Anna landed at the entrance of the building, on a platform reflected by a huge wizarding array, which could also be described as a square of purple triangular rhomboid pyramids.

The high-heeled boots stomped on the square, and the halos formed by energy radiated outwards in a fan shape, like ripples on the surface of water.

As the evil wizard walked, these ripples continued to spread, appearing both eerie and filled with a unique beauty.

Until he entered an invisible, transparent light shield, the black-hearted wizard's entire body was completely swallowed up.

As Fu Anna's vision began to shift, wooden walls and brightly colored oil paintings told the story of an ancient race, while colorful lights hung from the ceiling, dazzling in their brilliance.

However, none of them sat on the central throne, which made them more prominent.

He seemed to be the center of everything, and nothing else could take away his gaze.

As a result, Fu Anna even had the illusion that all the light, matter, and color in the room, and the resulting pattern, were derived from him.

"Respected Lord of the Quicksand, my teacher, the Purple Sand Wizard." Fu Anna bowed slightly, performing the wizard's etiquette with perfect precision, her head lowered, her gaze fixed on the feet of the figure on the throne.

"No need for formalities." The cold voice echoed in the room, but it did not come from the person on the throne, but from the surrounding void.

Fu Anna felt a chill run down her spine. She felt being watched, not just by one pair, but by many, hundreds or even thousands, as if they wanted to see right through her body and soul.

"What do you need me for, Fu Anna?"

This time, the sound came from the throne. Wearing the same purple wizard's robes, the figure on the throne, though at the center of all the light, appeared to be in shadow, his face indistinct, with purple sand and fragments constantly falling from his face.

"Teacher, I want to ask about the Nightmare Wizard who has recently caused some controversy."

The Zisha Wizard fell silent.

Fu Anna felt uneasy and lowered her head even further, only daring to glance at the Purple Sand Wizard's boots out of the corner of her eye; she could only see purple sand fragments falling continuously.

After about four or five seconds, the Purple Sand Wizard gave a precise answer: "Do whatever you want, as long as it's within the rules, don't worry about anything else. Whether it's the Star Battle Tournament or your own inner thoughts, as long as you don't violate the internal rules of the Crimson Society and you have the ability to bear any consequences, then do it."

Fu Anna finally felt relieved.

The status and strength of each pillar's tower master are fundamentally different from those of ordinary high-ranking wizards within the Crimson Society.

They are the ones who can truly participate in the Scarlet Wizard Conference and influence the development direction of the Scarlet Society.

They are all Star Wizards, but Star Wizards are not all the same. Within the influence of the pillars, some Tower Masters can even possess the power that only Moon Wizards can have.

Of course, among the many tower masters, there are also those who have advanced to the level of Moonlit Wizard, but compared to the number of tower masters, they are still relatively few.

Her teacher, the Purple Sand Wizard, was a powerful Star Wizard, existing for a very long time. As long as one was within the influence of the pillar, he was equivalent to a Moon Wizard; he could also use the power of the Quicksand Pillar to create a clone possessing some of the power of a Moon Wizard. In a sense, they could also be seen as clones of the Moon Wizard.

The black-hearted wizard emerged from the Pillar of Quicksand. Under the blue sky and white clouds, the wind blowing through the air ruffled her hair, and her once gloomy face now held a touch more joy.

The words of the Purple Clay Wizard were an affirmation and a guarantee, so she didn't need to be timid or hesitant because of the Grand Wizard.

"As long as it's within the rules, letting that guy cause trouble for the Nightmare Wizard is also within the rules."

A strange smile appeared on the wicked wizard's lips, and an image of a wizard appeared in his mind.

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Whoosh!

The rain intensified, enveloping the ancient castle in a curtain of rain, as if welcoming its new owner. However, it did not wash away the lingering scent of decay and antiquity. In the dampness, birds perched on branches, preening their feathers with their beaks, their sharp eyes constantly alert to their surroundings.

Hiss!

Snakes lurk in the shadows, their forked tongues sensing the temperature. When they touch raindrops, they contract rapidly and intensely, causing their tightly closed, scale-like skin to tremble.

This rain was unusual; it was too cold, too chilly.

Dark eyes gazed at the sky. Night was approaching, and the dim light, supported by the rain, seemed like dark clouds pressing down on the city, enveloping the entire world. The swirling clouds resembled a deep, restrained eye looking down.

Wang Ya took a deep breath, inhaling the cold air brought by the special rain. The temperature was dropping rapidly, whereas during the day it had been pleasant, with birds singing and flowers blooming, exceeding 25 degrees Celsius.

Before nightfall had fully arrived, the temperature had already dropped to around ten degrees Celsius.

Do not!

In the past few seconds, the temperature has dropped another two degrees.

Harak stood at the corridor window, preening its wet black and white feathers with its beak. Suddenly, it shivered and trembled. Instead of preening its feathers, it shook its head, spreading its feathers wide. The crimson energy within its body surged, completely dispelling the chill.

"Would you like to put on more clothes, Lord Wang Ya?"

A beautiful figure with long blue hair emerged from the shadows. It was almost impossible to tell that she was a spirit. Her skin, flesh, limbs, and even her clothes were no different from the original Mona.

She held up a black and white mirror with both hands. The reflections on the mirrors were pitch black and pure white with a hint of gold.

Wang Ya shook his head.

"The banquet is ready and can begin at any time. Lord Wang Ya, please do not forget to attend." Mona grasped the handles of the Nightmare Annihilation Mirror with both hands, bowed slightly, her fair skin and a faint smile on her lips, and then turned and walked into the shadows.

Her voice could still be heard, "The weather is really strange, it's suddenly gotten so cold, and this rain is weird too."

Wang Ya was not greatly affected by the change in weather, even though the current cold was so severe that it could almost cause frostbite to some extreme wizard apprentices and also affect true spirit wizards.

However, the surrounding environment did not provide a matching cold medium.

Logically speaking, at such a temperature, there would be no more rain. The ground, the forest, and even the castle itself would be pierced by ice, with white chill spreading everywhere, devoid of any vitality.

Wang Ya knew the root cause of the strange phenomenon. It did not come from the cold of reality, but from the cold of the illusory realm. However, his illusory power was too strong. Even with some control, it still could not avoid affecting reality to a certain extent. If he were to fully release the sixth petal that was about to manifest its mutation, perhaps this entire space would be completely frozen.

Within Wang Ya's vision, there exists a world entirely composed of darkness, continuously absorbing all heat. Whether it is life or inanimate objects, as long as they possess mass and temperature in the conventional sense, they will be absorbed by the darkness, gradually forming a honey-water-like pollution that splashes and disperses in all directions, creating an even larger darkness.

Darkness seems to be the source of all disasters, the beginning of nightmares and misfortunes, bringing with it a deathly chill.

However, upon contact with that dense, pure darkness, one can experience the intense heat and ferocity that is restrained to the extreme, forming a destructive power.

Based on the Nightmare Annihilation Great Black Heaven Sorcery, the sixth Nightmare Dream Petal belonging to Wang Ya was derived and transformed.

No one understands this witchcraft better than Wang Ya. He created the witchcraft himself, and it was not a problem for him to transform and construct a basic square shape in a short period of time.

The release of chill was caused by the ripples of power from this petal, which absorbed the temperature of reality as well.

Fortunately, it was only a very small amount of ripples and wouldn't affect reality too much. As time went on, Wang Ya's control continued to improve until it no longer affected reality. This also meant that Wang Ya had solidified the shape of the petal, and all that was left was to carve the details.

As for this sixth petal, Wang Ya named it "Black Sun Frost Realm".

His pupils shimmered with white arcs of light.

The data from the Eye of Truth has emerged.

[Target: Black Sun Frost Realm]

[Current Alienation Progress: 28%]

The data light in Wang Ya's eyes disappeared. He looked up, noticing something, and the light in the sky had completely vanished, replaced by what seemed like the arrival of eternal night. It was pitch black, so dark that one couldn't see their own hand in front of their face, and the ancient castle was also in nothingness.

Night had completely fallen.

Wang Ya felt a sense of loneliness.

Because of the aftershocks of his power, all life around the castle was killed, darkness descended and engulfed everything, and the atmosphere of death grew increasingly dense, making people's hair stand on end.

"The gate to the other world that the Venerable Sorcerer spoke of will open in the darkness. All I have to do is keep moving forward without looking back."

"The regions of the inner world that one enters from different places are also different, which seems to be closely related to the natural energy tides and environment of the earth veins of the region in reality."

"The former dark place, once entered into the inner world, the environment is not outstanding, quite remote and desolate, but there are also many dangers."

"The Crimson Society's gates lead to the Exploration Zone and are somewhat close to the Wizard City of the Underworld."

Wang Ya was also curious about what she would encounter after passing through this door.

Is it the most superficial inner world, or a deeper one? The higher the level, the greater the danger, but also the more opportunities and the more expansive the territory.

"My true body doesn't need to enter the inner world; it only needs a part of the illusory three bodies to condense into a new split body to enter."

Wang Ya hesitated about how much power to give to the split body.

He finally made a decision.