Wizards pursue the truth

Chapter 652: The Defense of the Spiral Water Marsh Completed (Bonus Chapter 7)

Wang Ya saw in the vast starry sky, where monuments marked by names appeared one after another.

The corresponding illusory figures that appeared were tall or short, fat or thin, each with its own unique style.

Without a doubt, these are all beings who have participated in the Star Battle Tournament.

Like countless stars, they adorn the vast night sky.

Wang Ya even saw that the stars were like points, connecting to form lines, creating a vast and magnificent net.

Ninety-nine tribulations of the Void Locking Witch Array.

The name came to mind.

Its original source is the evil god Gendass.

Secondly, it is related to memories that are actively severed and sealed away.

That memory is about a great disaster, something bad will happen.

To retrieve the information Wang Ya left behind and regain that part of his memory, he would at least need to raise his strength to the level of a Rule Wizard.

A large number of particles converged, continuously weaving like silk threads, and a new monument belonging to him was formed.

He wore a golden wizard's robe, had long black hair cascading over his shoulders, handsome features, a beauty mark at the corner of his eye that added a touch of softness, and deep, unfathomable black eyes.

Beneath the monument, a calm face gazes ahead.

"As the Grand Wizard of the Emperor said, the seal of the monument was left behind. The stars then marked me, making me a true member of the stars."

Wang Ya had a sudden thought and decided to leave.

A sense of detachment washed over him, and his consciousness once again sank into a daze.

This feeling is irresistible; one can only accept it.

When I opened my eyes again, the world had changed.

The water splashed and surged, creating towering waves. Water vapor rose and billowed upwards, and under the oppressive weight of black clouds, the sea stretched as far as the eye could see, a vast expanse of marshland.

The only land is the huge island beneath our feet.

The Grand Wizard was watching him with a beaming smile.

"It's done."

Wang Ya nodded, and his mental perception detected the signal.

The island is not large, about three million square meters. It is lush with flowers, trees and shrubs in all four seasons, and there are also many indigenous tribes, as well as a group of extraordinary creatures that Wang Ya found somewhat unexpected.

It appears to be civilized and exudes the particle energy and extraordinary spiritual power characteristic of wizarding beings.

"The Inner World is vast, and its borders are still enormous. Not to mention our Crimson Society, even the entire Frostworld, or even the Wizarding World's home planet, is only responsible for a tiny part of it."

"The Whirlpool Sea is a defensive line on the border of the Inner World. It contains an incredibly vast swamp that can swallow up a large number of alien creatures."

"A vast number of tiny vortex corners have been generated, just like the Zeyuan Island where we are, which is a vortex corner that defends against some lucky outsiders who have managed to get in."

The Grand Wizard, accompanied by Wang Ya, flew over the island continent and explained the specific duties.

"The island is home to races and forces within the Frost and Snow Heaven who are subservient to us. You may give them any orders."

Inside the buildings on the island, wizards or otherworldly beings emerged, stopped their work, and looked up at the two figures in the sky.

"Greetings, Your Majesty the Supreme Wizard."

The sound roared and soared into the sky.

"For the next thirty years, the Nightmare Wizard from headquarters will replace me and guard this place. You will all have to obey his orders."

The Grand Wizard of the Emperor relayed the order.

"We obey your command."

The tall tower at the very center of the island's mainland has red exterior walls, and its energy is concentrated and dense.

Deep inside the room on the top floor, through the window, one can gaze upon the entire island continent.

Wang Ya turned his head and looked at the split Wang Ya that had emerged beside him.

It probably possesses some of his strength.

They belong to the top tier of Star Wizards.

They could probably go toe-to-toe with a disaster wizard.

"It's up to you now."

"Go with peace of mind. That forbidden place in the Crimson Academy is probably the only way for you to further improve your strength within thirty years."

The split-body Wang Ya nodded to the main body.

The other methods are all too time-consuming.

Pillars of Hell.

In the land of inheritance in the chaotic void, a large number of wizarding characters appeared before Wang Ya, wriggling like tadpoles.

A calamity-like phenomenon appeared behind me.

A black gale, a world-ending calamity.

The scorching lightning, the calamity of thunder and fire that melts away all things.

The planets, celestial bodies, and vacuum are shaken by gravitational tides.

This is not an ordinary disaster, but a calamity that goes to a higher level and traces back to its essence.

Because of calamities, disasters arise and are born.

It took Wang Ya about three months to fully understand the core legacy of the Pillar of Calamity.

And began to extract the essence of it and integrate it into his own wizarding path.

They attempted to create an ancient, grand witchcraft associated with calamities.

The Nightmare Flower, too, swayed and bloomed nearby, its dark, restrained light continuously drawing in external light, making itself the only source of dazzling brilliance.

Ancient sorcery possesses decisive power.

This does not mean that the dream flower's phantom petals are useless.

Perhaps in ordinary use, its power and intensity are inferior to ancient grand magic.

If we wait until the predetermined dream petals are formed, all the mysteries will be complete.

Then you can try to obtain the most crucial and core method of the Dream Wizard.

The birth of the dream fruit.

In other words, the dream wizard at the Starry Sky level is not in its complete form; it can be said to be in a dormant period.

Dream wizards who reach the Radiant Moon level have a high probability of raising the number of Phantom Petals to the level of ancient great magic.

Of course, this number is not necessarily an equal number of anomaly petals.

It could even be said that most dream wizards have failed to do so.

At most, one-fifth or one-quarter of the potential is great, representing a latent talent with great potential.

Everything depends on an individual's accumulation of knowledge and understanding of the world and all things on their wizarding path.

"I have some understanding, but there's still a barrier between me and the truth that I can't break through."

"I have a pretty good understanding of the nature of calamities, their impact on the environment, the heavens and earth, living beings, space, and changes in matter. So why is the witchcraft I create always incomplete and unable to reach the ideal state of perfection?"

"What is meant by ancient is not a remnant of the past, but rather a testament to the power of the wizarding civilization, an unassailable power."

Wang Ya sighed. Since his clone was stationed at the Spiral Water Marsh and his main body returned to the Crimson Society, he devoted himself to researching any means that could improve his abilities.

Thirty years is not a sufficient amount of time.

Ancient sorcery is undoubtedly the fastest way to enhance one's strength.

With the aid of the Eye of Truth, the ninth petal of the Nightmare Flower can complete the creation of the anomaly in about twenty years.

The next day.

Solomon, the divine son, ascended to the Land of Inheritance and met the Lord of Hell, the Nightmare Wizard, who was sitting cross-legged beneath the Gate of Demons and had opened his eyes.

"Teacher, you wanted to see me."

Wang Ya got straight to the point, "The mark between your eyebrows is very special. I'm preparing to create an ancient great witchcraft, and I need your participation and help."