Wizards pursue the truth

"Among all living beings, there will always be one or two special people."

Wang Ya opened her fair palm, and pink cherry blossoms drifted down, gently touching her palm. A faint fragrance wafted in her nostrils. She flipped her palm and crushed the cherry blossom. Looking up, she saw a vast white sky with birds circling around, seemingly sensing something.

"A special ability to perceive space and space, between illusion and reality. Is it an instinctive reaction of the world that guides the indigenous people, or is there some other seemingly plausible influence that is changing things?"

Wang Ya traversed most of the ancient cities, and one after another, indigenous lives passed through him; he was like an ethereal being, without a defined name, elusive and unfathomable.

He seemed to have transformed into an observer, watching not the indigenous life, but the changes in the world.

On the eve of the world's decline and death, can we sense it?

Wang Ya, who has plundered many worlds, can confirm this.

Even outsiders who enter the world will be targeted by the entire world.

Malicious entanglement, the indigenous people's instinctive hostility.

The collection of this information is part of the process of plundering otherworldly experiences.

"Never mind, we only have half an hour."

There are not many specimens that can be collected in this world.

Wang Ya has only one goal that interests her.

In the city center, amidst the antique Japanese-style buildings, elegantly dressed nobles came and went, most of them middle-aged, except for the nobleman at the very front: he was very young, with dark hair and indifferent eyes, standing out from the people around him.

Upon closer inspection, his expression revealed a mocking smile and a hint of bloodlust in his eyes.

"You seem to be suppressing your instincts."

A cold voice rang in his ears, startling Canwu, whose pupils dilated. "Who is it?"

I did not sense anything unusual.

It was all the familiar, base, lowly scent of mortals.

"You are human, yet not human; compared to ordinary people among the masses, your lifespan is that of a rare long-lived being."

"Your name is Canwu, and your identity is the King of Demons. You are immortal, and you need blood. You need flesh and blood to maintain your immortality. Your blood can create more beings just like you."

"Your self-identification as a demon stems from your past depravity and hatred, which you are trying to conceal."

The cold voice echoed continuously, uttering words that caused Canwu's pupils to shrink, his face to turn pale with shock, and his eyes to reveal an unprecedented fear.

"Who? Who are you? How do you know all this? What is your purpose?"

"Those hiding their faces, if you have the guts, come out and face me."

It roared with a hideous, grotesque expression, veins bulging on its face, black blood flowing through them, sharp fangs, and black scales emerging from beneath its skin, transforming it into a demon.

"what!"

Screams erupted.

Some high-ranking officials and their wives fled in terror upon seeing his transformation, while others collapsed to the ground, trembling and in a sorry state.

"Who are you!"

"Don't even think about hiding. I will kill you, find you, and crush your blood vessels and flesh inch by inch."

It went berserk and began killing indiscriminately. The local people around it had their heads crushed or their hearts ripped out. The scene was extremely bloody, with large amounts of blood sliding down the cracks in the stone slabs.

Cherry blossoms fell, staining the ground crimson, adding an indescribable eerie atmosphere.

"A ghost! There's a ghost!"

The fear spread to a wider area.

Tick ​​tock!

He was breathing heavily, the streets were full of dead bodies, he was covered in blood but had no injuries, the smell of blood filled his nostrils, and his internal organs and even every inch of his flesh seemed to be making sounds.

It yearns for more blood and slaughter.

His rationality still allows him to control himself; hiding among humans is also a way of restraining himself and strengthening his self-control.

The actions he has taken now, all the bloodshed, seem to have become a long sword that has severed the shackles of his self-restraint.

Hiss!

His robes were torn apart by his swollen, enlarging muscles, and his body grew taller and taller. His bones gradually strengthened and proliferated, with sharp bone spurs forming hooks and densely forming a skeletal armor-like appearance.

The legendary King of Demons has reappeared in this world.

"Aaaaaah!"

Canwu roared, and under the stimulation of blood, he completely lost control, transforming into a beast that had lost its self, and ran towards the place in the city where there were living creatures.

A new round of killings has begun.

Cherry blossoms fall one by one, the city is so beautiful, so tranquil, too quiet. The cherry blossoms, stained red with blood, have become part of the very fabric of the city, inseparable from it all.

The aura of death spread, black boots passed over a mangled corpse, and the Crimson Lotus Mask emitted a dark light. Through the holes, deep eyes stared in the direction where the carnage had vanished.

A strange smile curved his lips. "Even in the most ordinary world, something extraordinary can always be born."

"But you're far from being good enough to become my specimen!"

"You need to become stronger and more ferocious in order to become part of my treasury."

"I look forward to your performance, King of Demons 'Zanmu'."

Wang Ya looked towards a corner of the city, where a boy with a chestnut-shaped haircut and freckles was taking care of several girls.

To observe the gap between illusion and reality, one enters a special state.

Once one's mental strength reaches the corresponding level, this will naturally become possible.

Ordinary people find it difficult to enter such a state.

During his apprenticeship, Wang Ya might have found such a specimen interesting enough to be included in a private collection.

"The Realm Collapse Chain Spell, which uses an entire world as its medium, is a feat that even among the Great Wizards of the Sunrise, it is considered quite grand."

He stepped into the void and arrived at the dark clouds above the city center.

The Great Wizard of Departure, standing atop the clouds, grinned. "Looks like you've found something interesting, Nightmare Wizard."

"There are only ten minutes left, so you'd better hurry."

Wang Ya, his thoughts still immersed in the legacy of the Sun, began to understand some of the principles behind the Realm Collapse Chain Spell.

As expected of the sorcery painstakingly researched by the Great Wizard of the Sun, even the Eye of Truth would need more than ten years to fully analyze it.

"With a single point as the core, the coverage from point to surface, space, earth, gas, air pressure, and even the intervals between spatial layers are all inevitably affected. The methods of the Sun Wizard are truly astonishing."

"You've figured out my legacy so quickly, Nightmare Wizard, you're amazing! Do you have anything else to share?" Grand Wizard Li Ri patted Wang Ya's shoulder with a grin.

Feeling the weight being transmitted, Wang Ya's expression remained unchanged. "It seems to be starting from the extraordinary microscopic level. How exactly it starts and how it affects things is beyond what Nightmare Dream can see or understand."

"Haha, you're still young. You'll understand when you're my age." The Great Wizard of the Departing Sun's lips curled up even higher, seemingly very optimistic about Wang Ya, and even put his arm around his shoulder. "If you want to know, I can tell you."

"I don't want to know." Wang Ya said honestly. He had already collected quite a few of the Radiant Moon Wizard's inheritances. He could slowly study them, learn about the ideas and experimental processes of others' wizarding paths, and enhance the foundation of his own wizarding path.

This process is unavoidable; the influence of others can cause one's thinking to change.

Even if it's the original author's line of thought, it's not the usual approach, let alone one that's similar to Wang Ya's.

Just like reading a book, everyone sees and understands different aspects.

"Fine. If you don't want to know, then forget it." The Great Wizard of the Departing Sun pursed his lips, his interest waning, and turned his attention to the numerous tiny ants below the clouds.

He didn't care as ants kept being killed, as if he wasn't looking at the surface.

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"The time has come, Nightmare Wizard."

The High Priest of Departure gave a reminder.

Then, he stretched out his right hand, his fingers long and slender, the lines on his palm spiraling.

An eye gradually forms and opens.

A tiny black dot, formed by the eye focusing on the void, ignites wisps of sparks, which are then suppressed within the dot by an invisible force.

Wang Ya's expression was solemn. "Such high quality, such powerful collapsing gravity, it's not much weaker than my great sorcery of material stacking, and may even be more powerful."

"The level of intervention and influence at the extraordinary microscopic level is far beyond my reach."

There wasn't much noise, just a slight hissing sound.

Wang Ya saw the space being obliterated, as if erased by some invisible force. The scroll was ignited by flames, and more space was disappearing.

Trees and the earth, upon contact with the invisible flames of annihilation, also vanished into nothingness.

The same applies to flowing water, mountains, and rivers.

Annihilation, a collapse at the fundamental level.

Wang Ya couldn't understand it, nor could he comprehend it. His pupils widened, and his face showed unprecedented shock.

This is the true essence of the power of the Great Wizard of Radiant Moon, the absolute key that far surpasses and crushes lower-level wizards.

In the original plan, the boundary collapse magic should have been a collision of heavenly thunder and earthly fire, producing a tremendous sound, with everything moving in the opposite direction from Wang Ya's magic circle.

A single breath so easily and simply led to the initial destruction of this world.

A white arc of light appeared in his eyes, flickering as he observed the specific situation and corresponded it to the legacy of the departed sun that he possessed and studied.

"Wait! This...this is essentially..." (End of Chapter)