Wizards pursue the truth

Tick ​​tock!

The rain started to fall in a light drizzle.

Raindrops slid down Gray's cheeks and blended into the sewage.

Black boots trod through the air.

His black robe was soaked in blood, seemingly impossible to wash clean.

He walked through the primeval lands and the eastern border region, the battlefield of the last wizarding faction.

Before them lay corpses falling from the sky, the shimmering light of witchcraft, the pollution of particle energy—all threatening to turn this battlefield into a forbidden land.

A hundred years is a lifetime for an ordinary person, or two generations.

For high-level wizards, it is not a long time.

Gray stretched out his palm and touched the cold rain, then sighed.

"It's all coming to an end eventually."

He was a little tired.

A hundred years of fighting.

The Primitive Lands, like a war machine, crushed ancient online wizarding forces, absorbing their nourishment and growing to their present state.

The only remaining path to becoming the sole dominant wizarding force in the Eastern Line region is the imminent capture of the 'Law Bell' headquarters.

Gray looked at the huge, shadowy building in the distance, where the flickering light of the magic array was flashing, and streaks of light flew out and fell back down.

The dead wizards are mostly from the opposing faction.

The defeat is set.

The Bell of Law is no match for the Primitive Land; it cannot even resist the offensive.

The primeval land is like a hungry wolf; once it has absorbed enough flesh and nutrients, it grows to an unstoppable pace.

The fair palm slowly opened, and the rainwater gathered, forming a solid mass.

The next moment, it shattered, with numerous fragments piercing into the depths of space. Wailing and painful cries echoed, blood splattered from the void, and corpses fell into reality, stepping into the mud.

"This kind of power is not what I want."

"What exactly Andersen's purpose was remains unknown and uncertain!"

Gray sighed again, the sound carrying far and wide, rippling in the rain. The creatures that heard the sound were all plunged into confusion.

The black rain boots were free of mud, as if they were floating on the ground.

As they passed through this lush forest, the wizarding creatures hidden by the Law Bell melted away, turning into pools of blood.

The methods were bizarre and terrifying.

The members of the wizarding team lying in ambush with the Law Bell were bewildered and filled with fear.

"He could never be a legitimate wizard."

The leader of the wizarding party, the official wizard, let out a terrified scream.

"He is the Star Wizard, and an even more terrifying wizarding being."

They tried to turn and run away, but having heard the sound, their fate was already sealed.

First, her feet melted, then her entire body. The illusory three-body system could not be stopped by either the real or the illusory aspects of life.

"No!"

The screams traveled far in the rain and were lingered until they subsided completely.

The sound of rushing water filled the air as a figure in a black wizard's robe walked out.

His face showed neither sadness nor joy.

Such power.

It reached the pinnacle of the starry level.

He believed that even the contemporary primitive shamans of the primitive lands could not be his match.

Hans Christian Andersen gave him this strength.

According to them, it was to participate in the upcoming Star Battle Tournament.

Such actions by the Primitive Lands will inevitably attract the attention of the major powers of the Frost and Snow Lands sooner or later.

Perhaps you've already noticed.

When the iron fist comes down, everything comes to an end.

Gray was very clear about the differences and gaps between the Star Wizard and the Moon Wizard.

Is it really not all for nothing that the quota for the Star Battle Tournament was given to the Primitive Land?

Gray couldn't understand.

Just as he couldn't understand, Andersen possessed a higher level of power, completely free from the constraints of the online realm; the primitive land still needed to be parasitized within it.

What exactly are they plotting?

What is their purpose?

Gray couldn't understand it. The terrifying figure flashed through his mind, and his fists clenched unconsciously.

Can he and Diana really get rid of Hans Christian Andersen, or even get revenge, on their own?

"Now, am I not just a walking corpse, completely at the mercy of others?"

Gray gave a wry smile, composed himself, looked up at the majestic, shadowy witch array building in the distance, and transformed into a streak of light, flying towards it.

"Wang Ya, where are you now? And Mona, Mas, are you dead or alive? Is there any chance we'll ever meet again?"

Gray thought he was daydreaming.

The Wizarding Continent is too vast, and individuals are too insignificant. Even the Star Wizards are insignificant. The possibility of meeting again is truly too slim.

"Perhaps not seeing each other again is the best thing for everyone."

Gray's sigh blended completely into the rainy environment.

The stench of blood lingered, seemingly penetrating the very essence of this environment, much like the energy of radioactive particles.

Chi Chi!

The candlelight suddenly ignited, illuminating the dark environment.

In the basement, the shadows of two figures were reflected on the wall.

The stench of blood was equally strong. A huge pool of blood could be seen, with a large number of skeletons bobbing in the blood. You could vaguely make out hideous faces and human figures struggling in the blood, trying to reach out their hands, their heads breaking through the blood and rushing out.

However, it was all in vain. No matter how much she struggled, she could not get rid of that seemingly thin layer of blood.

A young figure with fair skin and a red mark between his brows sat cross-legged in front of the blood pool. Upon hearing footsteps approaching, he opened his eyes, and a flash of crimson light appeared.

"You've come, Diana. Have you finished what I asked you to do?"

The tall figure, shrouded in a black robe, removed his hood, revealing a cold and aloof face. He narrowed his eyes and stared at the young figure.

"Andersen, don't forget our promise."

"Here you go."

Diana threw a black streak of light from her wizard ring over.

Hans Christian Andersen held it in his palm, applying slight pressure. It was a strange piece of metal, silver and black, seemingly natural and untouched by human intervention.

Hans Christian Andersen smiled calmly, "I will keep my promise and abide by the agreement. You should understand that. Otherwise, I would have no reason to allocate resources to you and your brother, to make you Star Wizards, and even to make you qualified to learn and master the inherited knowledge that leads directly to the Radiant Moon level."

"Who knows what your purpose is, whether it's malicious, well-intentioned, or if you have more ulterior motives?"

Diana snorted coldly, crossed her arms, and stood aside.

"You want to know what this thing is and what its purpose is?"

Hans Christian Andersen's smile deepened. "To tell you the truth, this thing is of utmost importance to me. It's the most crucial part of my next plan."

Diana's eyes flickered, but she remained silent.

"A key."

Hans Christian Andersen hesitated for a moment before continuing, "A key that can open a special place, or rather, the last key, containing something that will allow me to control a part of the power of the past."

"Do as you please. Anyway, according to the contract, my safety and Gray's safety cannot be compromised, and we will only help you complete the matters of the Primal Land, no later than five hundred years, with only a few decades left."

Diana turned and left without hesitation.

"Yes, I will keep my promise."

Hans Christian Andersen's eyes were subtle as he thought to himself, "I keep my word; you will be safe."

"I've collected the last key. Open that place, obtain the power of the spatial rules, and perhaps I'll have a chance to retrieve my original avatar from its confinement."

Hans Christian Andersen's plan has been progressing smoothly.

Now only the final step remains.

The battles in the primitive lands were overt.

The idea that one needs to defeat individual wizard factions to obtain the sealing keys at each node is also a misconception.

"The Council of Stars!"

Andersen's eyes gleamed. "What has happened over these long years? Can the arrangements of the past still be effective? Let me see what you are hiding inside."

Bright light shone on Diana's face; her expression was indifferent. "Andersen is untrustworthy. Grey and I can only rely on ourselves."

Scarlet Society.

The fierce battle continued, growing even more intense, and even those watching from outside the battlefield felt a great danger.

Even with layers of isolation, the visual impact still caused some weaker creatures to experience negative symptoms.

As the words of the Heavenly Crystal Wizard faded away...

At the heart of the Crystal Kingdom, the crystal flower that represents her begins to rotate continuously, its dazzling light, like a rainbow, spreading out and appearing dreamlike and enchanting.

The creatures that witnessed this scene unconsciously became mentally scattered, falling into a boundless dream and losing control of their self-awareness.

Only high-ranking wizards are exempt from such influences or can use certain methods to mitigate them.

The Demon King's Pillar, in the projected image, the colorful light grew increasingly intense, and a crystal flower drifted out, striking the evil wizard's brow.

He was so frightened that he jumped up and down, and quickly used his methods to erase this part of the impact.

In just a few moments, the surrounding environment had transformed into a flowerbed of colorful blossoms.

"yawn!"

The Demon Soul Wizard was feeling sleepy, his mouth agape and his eyes glaring at the Evil Heart Wizard.

It's as if it's saying, "You're seeing something good."

Why pay so much attention to the battlefield and that crystal flower?

Illusion reflects reality.

It manifests in one's own vision and consciousness, thus making reality concrete.

The Demon Soul Wizard was horrified to discover that he had no means to stop it.

He yelled, "Damn it, the Heavenly Crystal Wizard has become so terrifying! We've gone too far, Evil Heart!"

The Demon Soul Wizard was extremely trapped, his eyelids kept swirling, as if he were seeing a hazy, illusory scene.

Once you're trapped, you don't know when you'll wake up or what will happen next.

At the crucial moment, a perfectly matched flame burns at the center.

With a soft "pfft".

All the colorful flowers began to burn, then turned into blue smoke and disappeared.

"The methods of the Heavenly Crystal Wizard are beyond your ability to resist."

The figure of the Demon King Wizard emerged from the void, waved his hand, and the projected image disappeared.

"Watching a game can sometimes be dangerous."

"You've become somewhat complacent, Demon Soul. You're no longer fit to watch this battle."

"Teacher." The Demon Soul Wizard awoke from his daze and belatedly called out.

The Demon King Wizard shook his head, and his figure gradually faded and disappeared.

At the same time, many of the wizarding beings watching the battle showed corresponding signs.

Colorful flowers clung to her body as she yawned and drifted into a deep sleep, lost in a dream.

Chi Chi!

The disaster wizard's eyes flashed with an aura of impending doom, halting the transmission of the colorful flowers. His gaze was calm as he gave a deep look at the two figures on the projected screen.

The Calamity Wizard spoke up from the side, "These two have already transcended their original level; they are truly formidable young talents."

The disaster wizard's eyes dimmed slightly.

……

Pillar of Ancestral Blood.

The ancestral wizard took a deep breath, and the colorful flowers that drifted over were all absorbed into his body.

As if it had no effect whatsoever, he merely twitched his nose.

The Ancestral Wizard said, "The battle is about to end; this is their final burst of power."

"Teacher, who will win?"

"have no idea."

The Human Ancestor Wizard answered the Earth Wizard, then reached out and erased the projected image.

"The final result is just waiting."

"Not suitable for viewing."

Earth Wizard: "..."

……

The Supreme Emperor's Heavenly Realm.

With a thud.

The lotus pond rippled with waves, and a wizard's figure fell in, struggling to swim ashore.

His robes were soaked, dripping wet, and the other wizards instinctively moved away.

"Good heavens, I just took a nap and it made me fall asleep. This Heavenly Crystal Wizard is a bit too powerful."

Grand Wizard Zeyuan exclaimed in surprise, "How did you train Grand Wizard Aishe? How could she be so powerful?"

He wrung out his robes, and there were still a few fish splashing on the ground.

Grand Wizard Zeyuan said in bewilderment, "That shouldn't be the case. Even if my inspiration and observation were quite profound, it could still affect me through the screen... Tsk tsk tsk, I've never heard of such a method before."

The Black Feather Archmage remained expressionless, deep in thought.

The other high wizards remained silent, but their brows furrowed repeatedly.

It seemed as if she had remembered something.

The bewitching sorcerer's brows furrowed. "Could it be that the Heavenly Crystal Wizard has unearthed her ancient bloodline?"

The other high wizards all changed their expressions.

If the power of ancient bloodlines has truly been unearthed.

Even a portion of it will be extremely terrifying, generating unpredictable power.

In this way, the Nightmare Wizard is in danger.

The power of ancient bloodlines cannot be resisted by ordinary means.

That is power that transcends levels and reaches another level or stage.

Even the great wizards of the Moonlit Realm present would feel apprehensive and take precautions.

No wonder the great wizard Ze Yuan was affected.

All you great wizards can imagine how terrifying the dreamlike illusions that nightmare wizards face on the battlefield must be.

Even the slightest contact with it would plunge one into the endless dreamlike world of the Heavenly Crystal Frog Maze.

"The Nightmare Wizard is in danger. Such ancient bloodline abilities and techniques cannot be broken without equal-level sorcery. Even if it is not a sorcery at the Radiant Moon level, it must be of an extremely high level, and one must have some understanding of such techniques to deal with them in a targeted manner."

The Nine Heavens Grand Wizard sighed, "The Nightmare Wizard once obtained the World Shaping Grand Wizardry from me. The ancient bloodline ability of the Celestial Crystal Wizard, which doesn't seem to be related to it, should be able to play a certain role, but it's quite troublesome to deal with it completely."

The other high priests remained silent.

Admittedly, the methods the Nightmare Wizard obtained from them, once thoroughly studied and mastered, can be used to deal with ancient bloodline abilities.

The tricky part is that it requires targeted solutions.

This is also why the great wizards are wary of such methods.

Everyone has strengths and weaknesses.

Whether the Nightmare Wizards can master their legacy remains to be seen.

A hundred years is ultimately too short a time.

"It's difficult. The Hellish Inheritance is at the Radiant Moon level. Even if the Nightmare Wizard has fully mastered it and made it his own, the possibility of breaking through the Crystal Illusion is still slim."

There will be another update later to conclude this volume. (End of Chapter)