Wizards pursue the truth

He wore a yellow wizard's robe, was tall and seemed to have an ill-fitting robe, had long, always dirty black hair, his face was covered in yellowish mud, and his eyes burned as hot as the sun.

He stood motionless in the field filled with black soil and wheat ears, like a statue, basking in the sunlight from the sky.

The sunlight was dazzling, golden, and from a distance it looked like divine radiance descending upon the world.

His muscular body stretched his robes so tight they almost burst, and his skin had very rough pores, but the texture of his muscles conveyed an unprecedented sense of power.

Profound, powerful, ancient, and wild!

This is the feeling of any intelligent being upon seeing him for the first moment.

Ten years, a hundred years?

He seemed to have been standing here for a long time, maintaining the same posture.

The accumulated thick layers of soil, the breath rising and falling from the nostrils, and the faint heartbeat resonating rhythmically with each breath.

The beings living in this special world have long been accustomed to his presence.

Like flowers, grass, and trees, there are even many small animals jumping around on him, or small birds drooping onto his shoulders and head.

Everything was so harmonious and so natural.

Until a strange, extraordinary fluctuation suddenly appeared.

Click!

Extremely obvious cracks appeared on the thick layer of soil covering his body.

Large amounts of dust, debris, and dirt fell down.

The muscle texture on the skin of the body surface is more clearly visible.

The aura of primitive wilderness was released with his deep breaths.

In that instant, all living things within a radius of hundreds of thousands of meters perished.

Chi Chi!

His chest heaved, and a terrifying suction force erupted from his nostrils, as if a man-made black hole had appeared between heaven and earth. Everything in the outside world was pulled and moved towards his location—the earth, the soil, the trees, and even the smallest living creatures.

The body, dormant for so long, receives nourishment. The long-dormant muscle fibers and veins become vibrant, elastic, and powerful under the stimulation of this nutrition.

His eyes, as fiery as the sun, trembled.

He woke up.

Roar!

The exhaled air formed a towering tornado that swept through and tore everything apart.

The roar seemed to be announcing its own existence.

The primal, bestial aura is like that of some ferocious, extraordinary creature, or an ancient beast fighting and bleeding on the wild land, embodying the most cruel animalistic instincts.

This roar seemed to shake the entire world and travel to unknown spatial layers.

"Earth element, your awakening period is not at this moment."

The extremely distant and deep spatial world is far more vast and boundless than the world where the figure that roared was located, and it possesses extremely concentrated natural particle energy and a massive number of extraordinary creatures.

A deep, resonant voice echoed throughout the heavens above the entire world.

It sounded like the roar of the world.

However, the extraordinary beings living in this world, with their very existence, were completely unaware of the sound appearing, and continued to live their lives, surviving and fighting.

His black eyes opened to the sky, as if the sky were his facial features.

They weren't looking at the earth; the eerie spatial refraction and distortion made their eyes look beyond the parallel, vertical spatial layers.

It seemed to have passed through countless layers of spatial worlds, and transcended the limitations of vast distances, landing on that roaring figure looking up at the sky.

"I see. Well then, this is a tribulation you must go through. Whether you overcome it or not depends on your fate."

A sigh echoed throughout the world, and the black eyes that existed in the sky slowly closed, like blank spaces erased from a canvas, leaving not a trace.

The black streak of light seemed to transform into a meteorite burning with light and flame, breaking through the constraints of layers of space and, with the permission of some extraordinary frequency fluctuation, entering the world where the roaring figure was located.

A mass of beings enveloped in black fluid energy fell to the earth, gradually coalescing into purple robes and flowing silver hair. The black-hearted wizard's lips curled into a slight smile, his narrow eyes meeting the gaze of the figure standing on the ground.

"Long time no see, Earth Wizard."

The latter's eyes were filled with primal bestiality and madness, as long as the faint traces of reason were still stubbornly struggling and not being swallowed up by the beastly instinct.

But as his right hand kept trying to rise, reaching towards the evil wizard, an indescribable aura of danger began to linger.

The black-hearted wizard's smile froze instantly, and his eyes showed a hint of fear. He quickly revealed the purpose of his visit.

"Earth Wizard, I know you want to change your current situation. Among the Pillars of Human Ancestors, your potential and strength are recognized as the strongest. I believe you will also participate in the Star Battle Tournament."

"You've already challenged most of the opponents in the Crimson Society, but none of them have fully ignited your fighting spirit or allowed you to control your primal, bestial instincts. Perhaps it's because your goals are different, but now a truly powerful being has arrived at the Crimson Society."

The ruthless wizard sensed the change in the Earth Wizard's aura, and the smile on her lips deepened. She said with a smile, "The being known as the Nightmare Wizard possesses great strength. His potential was personally discovered and certified by the Grand Wizard, who then brought him into the Crimson Society."

"His arrival immediately caused a stir throughout the Crimson Society. He single-handedly fought against multiple high-ranking wizards without being at a disadvantage, and even handled them with ease."

"I believe that the Nightmare Wizard can ignite your fighting spirit, unleash your beastly fighting instincts, and ultimately gain complete control over all of your own power."

Chi Chi!

The black sand on the black wizard's skin seemed to be a manifestation of some kind of special particle energy.

Roar!

The Earth Wizard, who had been standing still without moving, suddenly erupted in a rage, roaring and howling. His rough, yellowish-brown skin tensed instantly, and he clenched his right fist, slamming it down towards the Black-Hearted Wizard.

Rumble!

The ground beneath their feet had sunk nearly a thousand meters, a terrifying force and an inexplicable, eerie fluctuation emerged, and a blood-red radiance shone, like a solar flare erupting.

Everything in front of the fist vanished, even multiple layers of reality shattered. A black storm swept out, about to unleash its destructive power, capable of cutting through space, but was completely submerged and disappeared by the aftershocks of the crimson light, like a tidal wave.

However, before the power of this punch could be unleashed, the Blackheart Wizard, who had turned into black sand, had already entered multiple layers of space and left this world.

The Earth Wizard stood at the center of a storm raging with endless earth, which was also the center of a huge crater. His head was lowered and his hands hung naturally at his sides. When he looked up, his eyes, as bright as the sun, showed not only the surging bestial instincts but also an unprecedentedly fervent fighting spirit.

"Nightmare Wizard, a powerful being, crush him, crush him..."

A hoarse, deep voice echoed through the swirling dust and smoke, reverberating in the near-collapsed area.

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"That damn madman, that irrational idiot, damn it!"

The Pillar of Quicksand is the living space of the Blackheart Wizard. Within the world, there are magnificent black palace buildings. A large amount of black sand and gravel formed sandstorms that emerged from the void and fell onto the palace square, condensing into the form of the Blackheart Wizard.

His purple wizard robes were tattered, his silver hair was no longer neat, and his once beautiful face was now flushed with an unnatural redness. The wicked wizard couldn't help but curse, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The sand creatures guarding the palace square possess unique sand armor, and their weapons are magical artifacts that gleam with extraordinary energy. When they saw their supreme master return, they were about to step forward to greet him, but instead faced an unprecedented calamity.

Buzz!

The wicked wizard waved his right hand in annoyance, and a black radiation wave spread out, enveloping everything within a kilometer radius. All existing black sand life was extinguished, scattering into the black sand that could be seen everywhere in this world.

"You lunatic, I'll settle this score with you sooner or later. Don't think you can get away with it just because you're crazy."

The wicked wizard's face was grim, and he said through gritted teeth, "If you weren't still of use, I would have used the Black Heart Sand that I painstakingly researched on you immediately to avenge my humiliation."

Some unpleasant memories surfaced in my mind.

The Earth Wizard was truly a madman, driven by his animalistic instincts. He had caused a great disturbance, creating chaos within the entire Crimson Society, far more serious than the turmoil caused by the Nightmare Wizard.

There were as many as thirty-two high-ranking wizards, outstanding young wizards, including the ruthless wizard, who fought against him. He won more often than he lost. Even when he lost, the other side couldn't do anything to the Earth Wizard.

That formidable strength and physique, that incomprehensible level of defense—even the Blackheart Wizard, who has now advanced to the Starry Sky level, is still not entirely confident that he can harm its inner strength.

"Behind the Earth Wizard is the Ancestral Blood Wizard, an ancient and mysterious wizard, like a pillar of lava, often in a deep slumber, but every time he makes a move, it is awe-inspiring."

The Blackheart Wizard's existence was far too short compared to this, and he had only seen him once, when he was targeting a secret realm world that was in a state of collapse and whose native life was rebelling. His terrifying figure was so tall that it seemed to support the heavens and the earth, so large that it was almost boundless. With a wave of his hand, he killed all the native life in the secret realm world.

At that time, the wicked wizard was just a small wizarding apprentice, one of many wizards who were blocking the native life.

The unscrupulous wizards gradually realized that they, as wizard apprentices, were only responsible for handling the cleansing work when the higher-level wizards took action. It was not their turn to do so, nor did they have the qualifications or ability to do so.

Even the act of "washing the ground" has its own guises; if one is not careful, one could be assassinated or attacked by the remaining indigenous people.

"It's unknown whether the power of ancestral blood or ancient blood is stronger. Originating from ancient humans, the bloodline power of the ancestors should possess unique mysteries. Unfortunately, ancestral blood wizards are too mysterious, and the relevant knowledge of their inheritance is not available in the Crimson Society's library. There's no way to learn about it."

The wicked wizard felt a pang of emotion. She could understand, after all, everything about the ancestor of mankind had long been lost in the past. The relevant secrets and knowledge now required wizards to investigate, understand, and even explore the relics and special regions related to the ancestor of mankind step by step.

Ancestral bloodline wizards can generate the bloodline of the ancestral human race by tapping into their own bodies. Who knows how much effort, time, and energy they have put in?

Of course, even if the true blood of the progenitor were placed before her, she might hesitate before deciding whether to fuse with it.

The Earth Wizard serves as a cautionary tale, falling into primal animalistic instincts and unable to regain his rationality. Despite possessing formidable strength and physique, he also lost something else of great importance.

A wizard losing his rationality and reason is a truly terrifying thing.

Stepping inside the black palace, the enormous hall contained only an ancient throne, whose style and appearance were remarkably similar to the throne of the Purple Clay Grand Wizard.

The wicked wizard sat on the throne, leaning back in his chair. The unusual flush on his face gradually subsided, and wisps of black sand drifted from his pores, carrying a hint of crimson.

"Nightmare Wizard, this is a gift I prepared for you. Challenges between wizards within the Crimson Society are within the rules, and you can certainly choose to refuse. However, the Star Battle Tournament is coming soon, and with the support of the Grand Wizard, you shouldn't choose that option, right?" The Black-Hearted Wizard smiled eerily, clenched his right fist against his cheek, closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.

Large amounts of black sand converged from all directions, filling the entire hall space without leaving a single gap.

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