Wizards pursue the truth

Chapter 627 A Century of Transformation and Rebirth (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

"Wang Ya Harak, an interesting junior. Is he the one who carries out the mission in that outer region, or is it due to the natural workings of the Wizarding Continent that he sensed my presence and is using me to stop me?"

Hans Christian Andersen thought of the only variable in the situation and took out some items that did not exist in the current era to seal his host body.

He then used his original power, but the opponent still managed to escape. Furthermore, the power from another world appeared to stop him, and then the world-destroying meteor cannon appeared out of nowhere. Everything was traceable and could not have been such a coincidence.

Hans Christian Andersen narrowed his eyes. He couldn't be sure, but there was still a 60-70% chance that it all stemmed from that descendant named Wang Ya Harak.

Hate or resentment, it doesn't matter!

It's all in the past now.

With the wizard's rationality returning, Andersen was thinking about how to regain his original power and return to his peak.

As for that little guy who ruined his scheme, he will naturally be punished when he regains his strength.

No matter how far you run, in the eyes of higher-level extraordinary beings, there are still countless ways to find your target.

"Throughout the long history of the wizarding world, there have always been outstanding new talents emerging."

Hans Christian Andersen did not take Wang Ya seriously. He had seen many people like him in the past, and whether they could make it to the end was still an unknown.

He only sees opponents, enemies, or friends of the same level.

Furthermore, how long would it take for the other party to grow to his level—thousands of years, tens of thousands of years, or even longer?

The tiny frosty land that had appeared in his vision vanished, replaced by a key outlined in crimson light, which seemed to have materialized. He reached out and grasped the key in his hand.

"Nothing can change. My return will eventually happen. Deep Blue cannot stop me, nor can the Star Association."

"There won't be a second mistake. The chosen one, hehe!"

In the Otherworld, in the Nightmare Garden Secret Realm, Wang Ya walked barefoot in the forest stream, letting the water and small fish touch his skin, feeling the purity of nature, and experiencing the resonance between the entire Otherworld's resource area and the core of his own dream.

The Nightmare Twin Form is a manifestation and extension of his wizarding path. The feelings and series of changes brought back by the development of natural resource areas can bring him considerable benefits.

As they walked, strange phenomena began to appear. Nightmare petals bloomed one after another, and numerous strange phenomena lined up, presenting a series of bizarre scenes.

Black and white crows, when they spread their wings, create endless blood and flesh, generating and distorting all things.

The thunder that pierced the heavens and earth, the pitch-black light that tore through the void, seemed to signify the awakening of the beginning of eternity.

In the real world, deep within the Pillars of Hell.

The split Wang Ya sat cross-legged, with thousands of hellish chains binding him, connecting with the true meaning of hell, forming a hellish intent unique to Wang Ya himself.

Five major incantation arrays guarded the four directions, and the aura of sulfurous hell formed an enormous figure that occupied the chaotic void where the inheritance space was located.

That was the legendary ancient beast that died at the Pillar of Hell, possessing bloodline power at the level of rules.

—The Five Dark Ghosts

The sulfurous aura of the entire Pillar of Hell converged, and wisps of blood-red incantations were etched onto the face of the King's clone, revealing a joyful expression. This was the ancient blood energy left behind by the Five Dark Ghosts.

It actually exists. When he thoroughly explored the essence of the Pillars of Hell, he was attracted by the Five Dark Ghosts Incantation Array and gathered there.

As the years go by, time flies.

The wizards of the Crimson Society continued their lives as before, some earning contribution points and others completing tasks. Some stories, people, and things that once circulated gradually faded into the background, returning to tranquility.

A new group of outstanding young wizards are emerging, but they are still only at the apprentice level, showing their potential.

Pillar of Calamity.

A black, eerie wind drifted out from the void and into the deepest part of the space.

The sky was gray, the red flames from the erupting volcano obscured a section of the airspace, and layers of deathly dust clouds rained down lava.

The earth cracked open, devoid of any life; the oceans dried up, forming bottomless abyssal seabeds; the corpses of the dead sought revenge, and their resentment manifested as wandering, dark particles.

This is a dead world.

A gust of cold wind blew in purposefully, and formed a human-shaped face.

He looked like a middle-aged man, with a mustache, a hooked nose, and eyes full of vicissitudes. His gaze, looking down at the earth, was also filled with indifference, as if he had witnessed endless life and death.

"It's time to wake up. There's no better time. If you still can't fully grasp what you've gained from the land of calamity inheritance, you don't need to think about the Star Battle Tournament anymore."

The voice of the Calamity Wizard resounded throughout every corner of the world. Even when the aura of calamity was so dense that it formed a domain, the entire world could not block the transmission of the voice.

The figure, slumbering in the abyss of the seabed, had been there for an unknown amount of time. Its body had merged into the soil, and the movement of particle energy and flesh within it had connected with the surrounding soil and rocks, forming a piece of seabed land.

The color is an eerie, pitch-black, and there is an invisible, gaping mouth on it, seemingly sucking up something unseen.

Faintly, one could also hear the sound of breathing.

The voice of the Calamity Wizard reached him, and he abruptly opened his eyes.

In an instant, his thoughts reached the femtosecond level, receiving all the information and giving his own response: "Teacher, I am here, I have always been here, my eyes have not been blinded by the calamity, and my path of disaster is no less than the path of calamity."

I firmly believe this, and therefore I will not lose my way. No matter how mysterious or powerful the calamity, it will only become nourishment for me.

"Since you, Master, have allowed me to be born, then I shall be born." The Calamity Wizard began to move his body, and the enormous volume of the seabed continental layer began to shake, as if it had become part of his body.

"I have everything I need, and I have perfected the aspects that need to be transformed."

"Teacher, I will show you my path as a wizard, and I will make the Crimson Academy resound with the name of the Wizard of Disaster once again."

"The Battle of the Stars is not just a contest between those two; I am capable of taking their place as well."

His voice was filled with absolute confidence, reflecting both his own abilities and his affirmation of the path of the wizard.

The massive seabed material gradually began to detach from the world, standing intact under the sky, with large amounts of silt and bones falling down, as if an indescribable rain of bones had fallen.

Its body blotted out the sky and the sun, and its shadow was enormous, as if this space and heaven had evolved into such a giant.

call!

The Disaster Wizard took a deep breath, and all the calamity and power of this space surged into his body; his enormous body began to shrink, gradually becoming the size of a normal person.

He eventually grew to a height of about two meters, with a bare upper body and very defined muscles. Each muscle was perfectly proportioned, neither too bulky nor too thin, making him a perfect physique.

Dense, dark lines gradually grew from the heart to the skin's surface, then to the limbs and neck, eventually covering the entire area.

He raised his head, and beneath his bangs, his gray pupils, adorned with dark patterns, revealed immense power of consciousness.

The Disaster Wizard—is born!