Wizards pursue the truth

boom!

Mountains collapsed, the earth trembled and revealed astonishing cracks, as if the continental plates were about to tear apart. Tsunamis rose thousands of feet high, dark clouds pressed down on the city, and thunderstorms raged.

The world has fallen into apocalypse, and this world seems to be about to end and perish.

It all originated from that towering figure standing at the very center of the world, a black aura permeating his entire being, the aura of calamity connecting him to the source of disaster within heaven and earth.

Emotional fluctuations and fluctuating thoughts led to this outcome.

The disaster wizard's heart was filled with complex emotions: resentment, shock, and even a bit of fear.

I can't understand how the Nightmare Wizard could achieve this level of skill.

Three hundred life forms of the same level instantly reversed the situation and killed the Earth Wizard.

He can't.

Unable to recall his previous thoughts, the Disaster Wizard's face was filled with shame, anger, and dismay. A sense of bewilderment washed over him. Could he possibly compete with such an enemy for a spot in the Star Battle Tournament?

Is such a nightmare wizard really someone he can contend with?

not sure.

Lacking confidence.

The disaster wizard hesitated, even becoming afraid.

The power of disaster thus erupted and became uncontrollable.

The pillar of calamity, where he was situated, was naturally sensed by the pillar master, the Calamity Wizard, as well as the state of the Calamity Wizard. He did not appear, nor did he awaken him; he simply watched silently, and finally closed his eyes.

Everyone has their own path.

The moment he became the Star Wizard, the path of the Calamity Wizard was already his own to walk, requiring no one's intervention.

Even for someone who was once a teacher, this is still true.

He also has his own path to follow.

"The Earth element has become stronger, and the Nightmare Wizard is far beyond my reach. Everyone is changing and improving; it's not just me who's improving." The Disaster Wizard's face turned pale as he realized his inner flaw—or rather, the change in his mindset. He had been blinded by the powerful force of the Disaster.

As his breathing gradually returned to calm, the world around him also became clear.

"There's still time. There's still a chance to catch up."

The Disaster Wizard knew that the Star Wars Tournament was still two hundred years away.

Having witnessed the power of the ancestral bloodline and the methods of the Nightmare Wizard firsthand, even though he was well aware of the gap between them and the possibility of catching up was extremely small.

"The power of disaster will not lag behind anyone. If the destruction of continents and the rupture of oceans are not enough, then the collapse of the world and the fall of stars will be the answer." The disaster wizard's eyes hardened. Regardless of whether he could catch up, at least he had done it and persisted in his own wizarding path.

"It's a good thing to acknowledge your shortcomings, discover them, change them, and make up for them."

His hoarse voice echoed throughout the heavens and earth.

"I'm glad you've come to your senses after this disaster, and I see a brighter future for you. You might even surpass me."

The Calamity Wizard, who often fell into a deep sleep and broke through the barrier of the Radiant Moon level, finally couldn't help but lower his gaze and express his thoughts.

After all, he was also his disciple.

Especially when the other party realizes, returns, and unleashes strong potential and value.

"Teacher!" The disaster wizard's face lit up with joy as he looked up at the pitch-black sky, as if meeting a pair of invisible and intangible eyes.

The latter is filled with ancient vicissitudes and an aura of preordained calamity.

"Just as you said, there is still a chance to catch up. During that time, I will open the Tower of Tribulation and let you enter it for arduous training. How much you gain depends entirely on yourself. Whether you can catch up with those ahead also depends on yourself."

"Thank you, teacher. I will certainly live up to your expectations!" The Calamity Wizard bowed slightly, expressing his respect for the Calamity Wizard.

The Tower of Calamity is a legacy structure exclusively for the Pillar of Calamity. It contains the inherited knowledge of generations of Calamity Wizards, some of their legacy, and even secrets from past eras.

For the wizards within the Crimson Society, being able to enter any of the pillars' inheritance sites is an immense opportunity.

"With the teacher's help and the opportunity presented by the Tower of Calamity, it's not impossible for me to catch up with you." As he sensed his teacher's departing presence, the Calamity Wizard raised his head, his gaze burning brightly, and regained his confidence.

Little did he know that deep within the Pillar of Calamity, in an unknown spatial layer, a sigh swept across the entire world, instilling in people an endless sense of loneliness and desolation.

This world has no life, no vibrant colors, only deathly darkness and emptiness.

A hoarse voice echoed softly, "So be it, it's all up to you now, but the Venerable Emperor Wizard has never made a mistake."

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Golden light pierced through the thick black clouds, evaporating and dissolving the remaining distorted rain, bringing a fresh and vibrant new life.

The massive rectangular structure of the Pillar of Sovereignty also reflected golden light, and the red rune chains swayed and rattled. The spirit of the sorcerer's array also began to cleanse the astonishing energy radiation fluctuations that remained after the battle.

If a wizard with low strength is affected by these energy radiation fluctuations, an unknown malignant mutation will occur.

A black-haired figure in a golden robe stood in the bright sunlight. The golden glow and sunlight reflected each other, making his figure appear even more majestic and his aura even more magnificent and vast.

The assembled wizards were still reeling from the sword strike that seemed to erase all matter from the world, their minds still captivated by it.

"They won! The Nightmare Wizard has won! This unprecedented and grand battle has finally come to an end."

The voices of the Gold and Silver Wizards were transmitted through the roulette wheel to the senses of many spectating wizards, drawing them out of their reverie.

"The Nightmare Wizard is so powerful, so awe-inspiring and majestic, but he also brought our bet to a perfect close. Everyone, it's time to divide the contribution points and resources."

His tone was excited, as if some great benefit was about to befall him; the Gold and Silver Wizards seemed rather impatient.

Many wizards' minds stirred with the sound, filled with excitement—the anticipation of winning a rich reward for betting on the right person.

There were quite a few wizards who made the wrong choice; their will was directly withdrawn, and there was no need for them to see the lost resources and property, or to add to their troubles.

Inside the Demon King's Pillar, the Evil Wizard exclaimed with delight, "I bet on the Nightmare Wizard, and I won! I've at least made back a considerable amount of resources."

The Demon Soul Wizard beside him remained silent, his already gloomy face becoming even more sour.

Wang Ya's gaze focused on a corner of the void not far away, where a humanoid substance gradually condensed, its color turning blood red. He could sense the aura of ancestral blood and the illusory three bodies of the Earth Wizard from it.

"Thank you for your mercy, Nightmare Wizard. Would you be so kind as to visit my Ancestral Blood Pillar in the future? As an apology for Wutu's rudeness, I will present you with a generous gift."

The deep, resonant sound evoked a direct sense of the earth's weight and antiquity.

A face first appeared, covered in thick keratin and composed of deep yellow blood.

Wang Ya could smell the ancestral blood from it.

Moreover, it possesses a more powerful and elusive ancestral bloodline force than the Earth Wizard.

Most importantly, he didn't realize when the other party appeared; the signs were only observed because they wanted him to see them.

My heart sank slightly.

This should be the teacher of the Earth Wizard—the master of the Ancestral Blood Pillar, the 'Ancestral Blood Wizard'.

On the deep yellow mask, specific human facial features appeared, with deep nasolabial folds, like two grooves, flowing with tangible ancestral blood.

His expression looked stiff, and his lips moved slightly. "Indeed, there are always those who come after. The power of the Nightmare Wizard may soon surpass mine. No wonder he was able to defeat Wutu in his Ancestral Blood power state."

"Blinded by the power of ancestral blood, Wutu has caused quite a bit of trouble during his time at the Crimson Academy. The fact that Nightmare Wizard was able to defeat him can be considered a great stroke of luck for him."

Wang Ya nodded slightly and said softly, "Since it's a struggle, just look at the result."

Wang Ya didn't want to get too involved with the other party since they weren't familiar with each other, and there was no need to go to the Pillar of Ancestral Blood.

Once news of this battle spreads, all the hidden conspiracies and so-called troubles will spontaneously disappear.

The remaining time is precious, and Wang Ya must seize every minute. In the inner world, Crimson Academy must complete its subsequent transformation. No matter what, he must strive to successfully imprint as many fire core runes as possible.

"Sure, it's fine to go take a look. It's been a long time since I've been to the Pillar of Ancestral Blood. Since you, Ancestral Blood Wizard, have this idea, it just so happens that I have a similar idea."

A familiar voice rang out, carrying a smile, echoing across the airspace.

The deep yellow human face mask made the expression on its face even more numb and stiff. Its eyes rolled and fell on the figure in a deep red robe who walked out of the opened spatial rift.

It was the Venerable Emperor Wizard, who walked out with a smile on his face, looking to be in a good mood, his hands behind his back.

"Ancestral Blood Wizard, what do you say? I'll go too, you won't be unhappy, will you?"

"Since Your Majesty the Supreme Sorcerer wishes to come, I will naturally welcome you with open arms." The Ancestral Blood Sorcerer said expressionlessly, "After all, Nightmare Sorcerer is also an outstanding sorcerer who emerged from your Supreme Sorcerer's Pillar. He is the one who will represent the Crimson Society in the Star Battle Tournament in the future, and should rightfully come to my Ancestral Blood Pillar with you."

"I'll take my leave now. Farewell, Your Majesty the Supreme Wizard." The ancestral blood power within the deep yellow human face mask surged forth, forming a giant yellow arm that grabbed the Earth Wizard's illusory three bodies.

"This is not your true form." Wang Ya looked at the Venerable Emperor Wizard.

"Something has happened in the Otherworld, and we're dealing with it."

"Regarding the witch raid," the Grand Wizard of the Emperor spoke up, his brows furrowing, clearly indicating that it wasn't as simple as he made it out to be.

He then muttered to himself, "Logically speaking, the traces of this group of traitors shouldn't appear in Rainbow Plains."

"We've already taken care of this matter. You don't need to concern yourself with it, nor can you get involved." The Grand Wizard of the Supreme Emperor opened a spatial rift, and the Supreme Emperor's Domain enveloped him. "Let's go, I'll take you to see some people."

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The outcome of Wang Ya's battle with the Earth Wizard spread throughout the Crimson Society and its many affiliated factions.

Because of the high regard of the Grand Wizard, the Nightmare Wizard, who already had a reputation, received even more attention.

This included some special groups, who carefully investigated this information and disseminated it beyond the Scarlet Society's sphere of influence.

Whoosh!

The waves surged and rolled, towering thousands of feet high. Some enormous marine creatures displayed their bodies and power, opening their blood-red mouths to swallow a large number of weak creatures to fill their hungry bellies.

When the water reaches a certain depth, it appears as black as ink. The wizarding forces, standing atop a bottomless abyss, have towering towers that reach straight to the sky, their pure white color contrasting sharply with the vast expanse of sea.

At the very top of the colossal building, boundless white light emanated, as if guiding the way and illuminating the path ahead for this pitch-black ocean world.

There are many such buildings, standing in every corner of this ocean world, forming one unique world after another, containing a vast amount of life, while being threatened by the dark ocean.

The white light emanating from the buildings created a protective barrier, bringing a sense of peace.

If Wang Ya were here, he would be able to see that the intense sacrificial power and faith power were surging out from various worlds and gathering in the white light of the corresponding tower buildings, increasing and maintaining the brightness.

This is one of the committees of the Frostland.

—The Heart of the Lighthouse

"The Nightmare Wizard, Wang Ya Harak?"

"Has the Crimson Society fallen so low that it has to select members from outside?"

The tallest and most central lighthouse building is heavily enclosed, containing a vast world with its own ecological cycle, allowing life to survive.

A tall figure dressed in a white wizard's robe stood atop the lighthouse, overlooking the endless black sea below and the countless small worlds emitting faint light.

White curly hair, a hooked nose, a face with a few wrinkles, and a pair of indifferent gray eyes that seemed to contain the most terrifying aura and killing intent in the world, making people tremble with fear.

The heart of the lighthouse shines not only on the Black Sea, an inland sea in a land of frost and snow, but also on a vast area of ​​land.

The ambition of the original creators of this power was to have white light shine throughout the land of frost and snow, illuminating the entire world.

Every decision-maker of the Heart of the Lighthouse is called the "Universal Wizard".

He is the current Universal Wizard, and he has ambitions far exceeding those of any previous Universal Wizard.

He truly wanted the white light to illuminate the entire Wizarding Continent, and even the wider world.

It will be very difficult to accomplish this.

The Battle of the Stars will be the biggest opportunity, a chance for the Beacon Heart to take its most crucial step.

"Forget it, whether it's a decoy, a bait to lure people in, or something truly unique that makes me a participant, it doesn't matter anymore."

The cosmic wizard's thin lips moved slightly, a hint of mockery in them. "Before 'Cosmos,' everyone is nothing but clay chickens and earthen dogs."

Behind him, a figure slowly emerged, also dressed in a white wizard's robe, tall and slender, with flowing white curly hair, long eyelashes, and black pupils as clear as amber. She walked step by step to the Wizard of the Universe's side, bowing slightly, her wizarding etiquette flawless.

"There are still two hundred years left, Zhouyu. You need to speed up your experimental research."

"The universe knows, please rest assured, Universal Wizard." The female wizard's voice was cold and expressionless. "The only one who can qualify for the regional tournament of the Star Battle Tournament is me. There will be no one else."

"Having mastered the power of space and time, you certainly have the right to say such things." The Universal Wizard's rarely smiling face now held a slight upward curve at the corners of his mouth. "I look forward to you fulfilling your promises."

Within the Black Sand Realm controlled by the Blackheart Wizard, an extremely powerful aura is gradually awakening from its slumber at the Pillar of Quicksand.