Wizards pursue the truth

The crimson altar stands at the center of this world, with chains binding the upright white bone pillars. Black spirits, like guardians, wander around it, emitting low, hoarse howls that instill fear in all who behold it.

The black aura was not an ordinary wind; it existed between the tangible and the intangible, and could be perceived by the naked eye. It existed in large quantities above and below the blood-red altar, accumulating into clouds, spreading ripples, dripping inky water droplets, and flowing down the steps.

Wang Ya appeared at the entrance of the blood-red altar. His sudden appearance did not seem abrupt; instead, he blended into the aura.

The wizard's robes on his body had been changed to gold, exuding an indescribable aura. If you listened carefully, you could vaguely hear chanting and singing; and the phantom of a large number of salamanders worshipping.

His white hair was not tied up, but hung down naturally, and his black eyes were as mysterious and vast as the starry sky.

Chi Chi!

A sound like melting snow rang out, and the defensive force field of the golden robe resisted the terrible curse power present here.

If any living being were to linger here, it would be tainted by tens of thousands of curses.

Or perhaps one's spirit is listless, one's flesh and blood turn into pus, one evolves into stiff, dead wood, or a stone body, and one becomes lost and dejected. Curses manifest in countless different ways, and the curse power they possess is also different from one another.

The Book of Death Curses entrusted by the Divine Kingdom is vast and profound, worthy of being the legacy of the two Great Wizards of the Radiant Moon. Even though it lacks the most core research direction on curses and only provides a general framework, he still gained a great deal from it.

The essence of the path of the priestly wizard is that it largely depends on gathering the masses. Of course, one must also have a powerful illusory three-body to control the power gathered by the masses. The upper limit is very high, and the lower limit is almost the lowest. The name of the Divine Kingdom Robe comes from the Great Wizard of the Divine Kingdom. It can be regarded as a commemoration of Wang Ya's use of the knowledge passed down by the other party to create wizarding artifacts.

Similarly, the cursed artifacts created using the inherited knowledge of the Great Evil Wizard must also have names with a historical origin.

Wang Ya walked up the steps one by one, the power of the curse growing stronger and stronger. The black liquid flowing beside his black boots gradually turned red, matching the color of the cursed altar he had set up.

Boom!

A bolt of lightning, appearing out of nowhere, struck down from the depths of the sky with tremendous force.

The horrifying corpses were piled up like mountains, and the flowing scarlet flesh and blood mixed into the sunken cavities, forming viscous pools of blood.

The overwhelming stench of blood and flesh assaulted the normal senses and physiological limits of intelligent life.

Wang Ya's expression was indifferent. The red light formed by the electric light reflecting off the blood pool shone on his fair cheeks. His gaze was fixed on the center of the blood altar, where a wizard statue stood in the middle of the blood pool.

It was still his face and his figure, but what was different was that what he held in his hand was not the Nightmare Annihilation Mirror, but a floating black eyeball; like a gemstone, it was very beautiful and clear, with a black halo rippling inside, and looking at it for a long time would cause a psychological urge to vomit.

The crimson aura from the blood pool continuously flowed into the black eyeball. The originally inanimate, crystalline black eyeball gradually came to life, blinking as if it were blinking.

The spiritual power expanded outwards, perceiving and transforming into a pair of invisible hands that touched the black eyeballs.

In an instant, countless roars, wails, and resentments swept over him, as if to wash away and cleanse his wisdom and consciousness.

So much so that his brows furrowed unconsciously, and his divine robes fluttered without wind, revealing every single strand of his flying white hair.

"The backlash from the curse and resentment is quite interesting."

Wang Ya's lips moved slightly.

The Nightmare Mirror appeared behind him, its white surface expanding and eventually filling the sky, gradually reflecting the full shape of the crimson altar.

The only extra thing was the black souls that kept kneeling and bowing on the blood-red altar in the mirror, gradually filling the steps, the altar platform, and even the blood pool.

After all the blood pools were submerged, and black soul energy emerged.

The crimson altar before Wang Ya, with its surging pool of blood and emanating crimson aura, gradually returned to normal and was absorbed by the black eyeball.

He pondered deeply, "The path of a wizard, primarily based on the illusory three-body soul, is that of a black wizard, or a spirit wizard; the mainstream soul path also includes curses, soul enhancement and differentiation, replacement, and so on. The spirit wizard specializing in curses is undoubtedly the most powerful and the most unpredictable among them."

"The power of curses is infinitely varied, beyond description. New curses are constantly being generated, and those born in the past are not eliminated. As time goes by, some specific curses will only grow stronger."

Different curses can converge to form new curses, perhaps more powerful, perhaps weaker. Between their birth and disappearance, wondrous changes always occur—something that curse wizards crave and anticipate.

"I don't need to follow the path of a curse wizard. The magical artifacts I create, and the curse power they generate, originate from my wizarding path. They don't possess the characteristics of a normal curse wizard's curse power; instead, they assist my attack methods and enhance my strength."

Wang Ya opened his right palm, and the black eyeball that had been floating in the palm of the wizard statue flew straight towards him.

It felt very cool to the touch, with a slightly slippery feel. The black, viscous liquid lubricated the surface, and each ripple of the black halo seemed to be the blinking of this special eyeball.

—The Eye of Heavenly Evil

The name that Wang Ya chose for it.

It is also a level two magical artifact, corresponding to life forms at the Starry Sky level.

[Target: The Eye of Heavenly Evil]

[Source: A cursed artifact created by the Nightmare Wizard using a death curse book entrusted to him by the divine kingdom; it contains great terror and great misfortune.]

[Level: Ascended to Tier 2]

【Special Feature: Curse of the Celestials】

[Details: The power of a curse can be applied to any living target within the gaze, including but not limited to freezing and extinguishing life, igniting the endless flames of the void (the burning of the illusory three bodies), and setting ablaze the 'Extreme Annihilation Flame' (the burning of energy matter). The power of the curse is subtle and ominous; it can be applied even without a medium, thus it is memetic-guided. Note: If the target's soul, consciousness, or partial bodily information is present, the power of the curse will be even more terrifying.]

The petals corresponding to the strange phenomena of the Black Sun Ice Realm were also infused with some power by Wang Ya, entering the Eye of Heavenly Evil and giving it even greater power.

At least among the star-like life forms, it can be effective, and the power of the curse, being formless and intangible, is impossible to defend against.

Wang Ya inserted the Eye of Heavenly Evil into his left eye, merging it into one.

Tick ​​tock!

Thick, black liquid dripped from the corner of his eye.

Everything in the world seen through the left eye.

This blood-red altar suddenly froze into deathly ice, its aura of death spreading thickly, and black flames rose up, burning all energy and matter to ashes.

Because of the Deathly Ice, the speed at which it burns and the intensity of the burning are only more terrifying than the single Extinction Flame.

It can be described as an extremely rare, terrifying, and absolutely lethal method.

Compared to the deadly power of the Great Wizard Zeyuan, his level of Radiant Moon is not worth discussing for now; but in terms of lethality, the Eye of Heavenly Evil might be able to rival him at the level of Starry Sky.

This is also aimed at life forms with high defense, recovery ability, and strong immortality.

He was aware of the matter concerning the Earth Wizard, and he knew that the other party's target was him.

Despite his great reputation, Wang Ya also respects and values ​​his opponents.

He can't lose; he can only win.

He was confident he could defeat even the forbidden Earth Wizard.

Wang Ya turned around and walked out of this black and white bubble world that was gradually burning and bursting.

After all, he has never lost.

Even when facing the tests of the two great wizards, Zunhuang and Zeyuan.

The Earth Wizard is ultimately only at the level of the stars.

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The Supreme Emperor's Heavenly Realm.

Golden light and colorful clouds floated by, with magnificent palaces and towers. Wang Ya shrank the distance to an inch with each step, traversing an extremely long distance, which was a result of his understanding and application of spatial nodes.

What Black Soul King Ya can do, he can also do.

Of course, the reason he could manipulate the spatial layer in the Supreme Emperor's Heavenly Domain was because he had the authority granted to him by the Supreme Emperor's Great Wizard.

In the Zunhuang Hall.

The Supreme Emperor Wizard is fishing, transforming the internal space into a lake, extending and folding the space. The lake may seem small, but if a weak supernatural being falls into it, they may never be able to climb out again in their entire life.

Its depth, width, and vastness are comparable to those of the ocean.

The young wizard, clad in golden robes and with white hair, stepped onto the lake, each step creating enormous ripples. Within the lake, carnivorous creatures lurked, watching him and attempting to leap out of the water, opening their gaping maws to tear him apart and devour him.

However, it touched nothingness, passing right through the young wizard as if there were no equivalent spatial dimension.

"Wang Ya, want to go fishing? I've put a lot of big fish in today, and there's one more that you absolutely can't refuse."

The Grand Wizard changed into casual clothes, lay on a deck chair with his fishing rod beside him, and held a cup of strong tea in his hand, sipping it leisurely and enjoying himself.

"I've come today with important business to discuss with the Grand Wizard, something that you, the Grand Wizard, cannot refuse under any circumstances."

Wang Ya went ashore and said something in a calm tone.

Then, from the perspective of the Grand Wizard, he turned to look at the lake, then silently rolled up his sleeves, picked up the fishing rod placed beside him, and cast it into the water.

"Hahaha!" The Grand Wizard couldn't stop laughing, ignoring even the ripples on the lake caused by fish biting the hook.

Wang Ya: "."

Who would release a creature from a dream into a lake while fishing? The Grand Wizard of the Emperor is so generous in inviting me; if I were to refuse, it would seem rather distant.

Without blushing or skipping a beat, Wang Ya said, "There are results from the inner world."

The Grand Wizard's expression also became serious and solemn.