Wizards pursue the truth

The autumn wind is chilly, leaves are falling, and plants are gradually withering.

The towering buildings nestled deep in the forest seem to connect with the celestial poles and stars.

Pure white light cascaded down, forming twinkling fireflies, which were exceptionally beautiful.

Inside the Star Tower, on the top floor, the door slammed open, letting in a blast of cold air. Qiu Qiu Dong's eyes were bloodshot. "Ge Mo, you're not actually Ge Mo, are you? You're someone else, wearing Ge Mo's disguise to deceive me."

Black Soul King Ya, sitting cross-legged on the meditation mat, looked astonished.

He wasn't crossing the bridge to the other side of the starry sky. His consciousness was completely dark, and he found himself in this place as soon as he opened his eyes.

He was extremely familiar with the Star Tower, a crucial training ground within the Sack family.

Only those who act as primary nurturers can enter and, with the help of starlight, forge their physical bodies and undergo beneficial radiant mutations to elevate their life level.

As the pride of the Sack family, the Star Tower practically became his residence.

It is also reasonable for Qiuqiu Dong, as his wife, to appear here.

Combining memory with reality, it just doesn't make sense.

"This is what the original being meant by a test of consciousness and mind!"

Black Soul King Ya's expression changed; his memory seemed to be affected, and his understanding of the Starry Sky Bridge became blurred.

I agree more with the reality here.

Before he could react, Qiuqiu Dong had already taken out a dagger-shaped magical weapon from the wizard's ring and aimed it at his slightly protruding belly.

With tear-filled eyes, she stared blankly at the Black Soul King, "Tell me, who are you? Are you the Gamor I love, or someone else? Tell me."

"I need an answer: Who am I truly in love with?"

Black Soul King Ya remained silent.

He had imagined that this day would come.

I didn't expect it to come so quickly.

As his memories of the bridge across the starry sky gradually faded, coupled with the stimulation of the people and environment at hand, his emotions became increasingly blurred, creating a state of confusion as to which side represented reality.

There is a subtle, elusive force at play.

Unaware of the Black Soul King's presence, even the words he uttered were as sincere as possible.

Tick ​​tock!

The dagger had pierced through her clothes, and blood slid down her snow-white skin.

Dark Soul King Ya: "Sorry, I am not Gamor."

Qiuqiu Dong's face was deathly pale, and her body swayed precariously. "I knew it, I knew it... When you came back from the outer area, I noticed subtle changes. You were no longer yourself. You are not Gamo. Who are you, and what is your purpose?"

Why did this happen? What am I? What does all of this mean?

"You are my dearest love, my lifelong partner," Black Soul King Ya said earnestly. "Don't you understand? Is the person you love truly Gamo?"

"What nonsense are you spouting?" Qiuqiu Dong's face was filled with rage. "You've taken over Ge Mo's identity, you despicable and shameless bastard! You've deceived all of us and stolen the love between me and Ge Mo!"

"Don't deny it, Qiuqiudong. Is your love for Gemo genuine? It's nothing but self-deception. You can't see clearly whether you love him or me." Black Soul King Ya appeared particularly shameless, a faint smile on his lips, and he opened his arms. "You have always loved me, and I have always loved you. Our love has even produced a result."

"Time can change everything. In the hundred years that have passed, Gamo has left your side, and your memories of him have long since become hazy, let alone deep feelings." Black Soul King Ya stood up and embraced Qiu Qiu Dong. "Come back to me. I am the one who loves you, and I am the one you love."

"For the Sack family, Gamo is more in their interest now, and for the Black Tower, I am indispensable. Even if I admit that I am not Gamo, they will firmly refuse to believe it and will forever anchor the name 'Gamo' to me."

Qiuqiu seemed to have been hit hard; her eyes were lifeless, and she sat down on the ground with a thud, her body trembling and completely losing her composure.

A large, strong arm pulled her into its embrace. Feeling the familiar scent, Qiuqiu Dong began to struggle, but not with much strength. In the end, as if resigned to her fate, she collapsed limply against the chest of the Black Soul King Ya.

Stroking her smooth, black hair and gently patting her slender back, Black Soul King Ya smiled and said, "Qiuqiu Dong, compared to the past Gamo, I am far superior and far more considerate than him. If you fall in love with me, you won't be making a mistake."

"The losers are just history, no need to pay attention to them, you have me."

"You're such a scoundrel." Qiuqiu Dong bit her lip, her eyes wide with anger, and reached out to slap him.

Black Soul King Ya grabbed the small hand and chuckled, "I am indeed a scoundrel, but you prefer me as a scoundrel to that dead loser."

"You're shameless, spouting nonsense!" Qiuqiu Dong said angrily.

"Alright, stop fooling around, Dong." Black Soul King Ya gently stroked Qiuqiu Dong's cheek with his hand, his eyes full of tenderness.

He truly fell in love with the woman who had always supported him.

Qiuqiu and Dong dared not meet his burning gaze; their hearts pounded.

"Am I the person you love the most, the most important person in your heart?"

"certainly."

Without hesitation, King Ya of the Dark Souls uttered his most sincere words.

Qiuqiu Dong was moved, her eyes reddened, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, almost melting into the body of the Black Soul King Ya.

"Nothing is more important or more important to me than myself."

"In my heart, of course that's the case."

Qiuqiu Dong's eyes were brimming with tears. "That's wonderful, Gemo. No matter what happens in the future, you'll support me unconditionally, right?"

"For our child, the fruit of our love, I'd give my life to protect him."

Just as Black Soul King Ya was about to speak, he followed suit, but his expression suddenly changed, as if he had touched upon some underlying logic.

The microscopic effects that are beyond our comprehension cannot be distorted or altered at this moment.

His expression gradually relaxed, and his eyes became deep and mysterious.

"I'm sorry, I can't do it in autumn and winter."

Qiuqiudong was stunned. "Was what you just said all a lie?"

"Of course it's true. Everything has a premise, which is me. Besides me, you are the most important person, but it's all based on me."

Black Soul King Ya's expression was indifferent. "None of it matters. Everything can be discarded."

"Including you, and our children."

As soon as he finished speaking, a glaring splash of bright red blood splattered on his face, staining half of his cheek.

Qiuqiu Dong stared wide-eyed at her pierced chest, her eyes brimming with tears as she looked at Black Soul King Ya, her voice trembling, "Why... Kamo... did you abandon me, even at the cost of killing me?"

With a face full of pain and remorse, Black Soul King Ya uttered the most cruel words: "When it comes to 'me,' the execution will be carried out to eliminate any future troubles."

"Autumn, my beloved, I can't bear to kill you. I will come to be with you on the last day after I finish executing 'me'."

Black Soul King Ya crushed his burning heart, closed his eyes, tears streaming down his face, and gritted his teeth, almost breaking them.

His suffering was real; he had endured immense physical and mental torment.

He suffered a double blow, losing his beloved and his child, and he had to take action himself.

As an extension of the original consciousness, and incorporating some personality traits from his previous life, Black Soul King Ya Yong will not change the nature of "I".

The cost can be anything.

He must stay alive until he completes the task assigned to him by the original body.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw a vast black sea, the viscous black liquid about to completely engulf his body. He raised his hand high, trying to grasp the only straw that could save him.

Despite the emptiness, he sensed an object and grasped it.

That was the opportunity to get ashore.

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In the spectator space, numerous consciousnesses, regardless of their race or faction, were all waiting with anticipation.

They struggle to cross the void of black water, hoping that the stars on their side will reach the shore.

"As expected, the wizard seeds produced by the powerful forces of the Sun will not fail. They have all made it ashore, and they are worlds apart from the previous wizards, such as the Kadi Wizard and the Blue-faced Wizard."

There are living beings expressing their feelings.

"This is not to be expected; that is a power that has produced a Sun God Wizard." One of the creatures said excitedly.

The four figures standing at the forefront, in terms of aura level, were probably not much different from most of the consciousnesses behind them, also at the end of the Radiant Moon level.

But the most striking difference lies in their distinct temperament, their composure as if the sky were to fall and they would remain unfazed.

"Lord Lei, you were the winners in the last Star Battle Tournament, but we can't let you take the lead again this time."

The contemporary sorcerer 'God Lord' who judges the abuses is enormous. Although he is in human form, he is 2.5 meters tall. There are bulges under his robes containing alien limbs. His face is covered with a thick beard, and he speaks in a deep, booming voice.

"If you have the ability, the Divine Punishment Wizard you train can defeat the Lightning Wizard, and then you will stand up to judge the other side."

Creatures draped in robes of lightning stood with their hands behind their backs, their eyes reflecting the starry sky on the other side of the bridge, where the more real void of the black ocean of water stretched out. The faces of the creatures struggling to cross the river were contorted, and they exerted all their strength.

"Generation after generation of selection, no one has ever been able to take that step. There was a time when we were also one of them. We gave up that path, became the ones in charge, but also lost the hope of progress."

A cold female voice sighed; it belonged to the "Source Master" of the Source Water Castle, a stunningly beautiful female being with hair that cascaded down to her calves, a blue robe that accentuated her curvaceous figure, and an unusually youthful face.

"We are the losers," the 'Demon Lord' of the Pantheon calmly stated. "We gave up the Path of the Sun and survived, but perhaps that path doesn't exist. Apart from the founder, no subsequent being has ever walked it."

"The Battle of the Stars is an opportunity, but it's just an opportunity to make that path a little easier. In the vast universe, the majority of losers will still be losers."

The God spoke, "We have no choice, do we? We all want to try that possibility. No matter how many Radiant Moons there are, they can't compare to the existence of a Sun. I haven't given up on that path either. At some point in the future, when I feel I have accumulated enough, I will try it, even if the mortality rate is over 90%."

"The sun will last forever, and its power will endure, but that is not the case. Whether the founders will return remains an unknown." The Thunder Lord revealed a secret, very subtly, and the information was transmitted among the four of them.

The expressions of the group all turned serious.

It's better to be safe than sorry.

Even with the slimmest possibility, if a new Sun appears in the Initial Starfield, regardless of whether it is their forces that emerge, changes will occur, altering the current landscape. The unknowns are too great.

In comparison, Star Core City is truly eternal.

"Look, among those coming ashore are the seeds of our people, that's wonderful."

Living beings were shouting with joy, while the consciousness of the forces behind them was reveling.

It is indeed a very happy occasion.

The fact that beings from powerful forces like the Blue-faced Wizard and the Card Wizard, who all failed in their Black and White Bridges, while their seeds succeeded, proves that their future potential far exceeds expectations.

While both joy and sorrow are present, most consciousnesses end in tragedy.

Having witnessed firsthand the seed slots being swallowed by the black void, their hideous and grotesque appearance made it impossible to even find a reason to stay.

"Let's go, let's go. I hope that in the time I'm still alive, I can see the second All-Star Battle Tournament."

Lei Zhu frowned slightly, finding these mortal wizards a bit noisy. "Passing doesn't mean anything; rankings are what truly matter. Not everyone can realize their full potential."

"Let them be. For them, this is already their greatest desire." The God chuckled. "Passing it won't change the outcome. They should pray that they don't encounter any of our four families' seeded candidates."

The Demon Lord nodded in agreement, "That's right. There's no possibility of competition for others. Ultimately, we'll have to determine who comes first among us."

"The most important thing is to gain the favor of the Sun Wizards and be included in their training program. Everything else is irrelevant, regardless of their performance," the Source Master interjected, his gaze falling on the Cangming Wizard in the vast black water of the void.

He walked very steadily, almost standing up from the black water, walking through the void, reaching a high place, which was the other side radiating light.

There are many other beings like him, all on the other side.

Or rather, there is a distortion in time; regardless of who goes first or last, they all eventually set foot on the shore at the same time.

"There will be no surprises. The top spot will only be won between us. Our seeded candidates will definitely take our place in the training program, and their importance will be among the top." The God Lord was very confident, based on numerous past examples recorded in history and his confidence in his performance.

There's a reason why the powerful Sunrise faction can occupy the core area and overwhelm a vast number of external forces and races.

Their foundation, resources, and inherited knowledge are overwhelming, like a dimensional rift.

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Click!

Wang Ya was not entirely clear on how long she had been dead.

During the process, there were faint sounds of rats gnawing on the body and the body decaying into bones.

Microorganisms begin to work, and the stench spreads.

There are also the sounds of wind and sun outside, incense burning and worship, and the cries of parents and relatives.

His consciousness fluctuated again, and as he pondered, his body completely turned to bones.

He was still alive; his consciousness was still fluctuating, only slowed down by countless times, becoming so faint as to be almost nonexistent.

Thinking is extremely difficult nowadays.

Perhaps it will take a century to complete this reflection.

There are no longer any parents or relatives to offer sacrifices.

He seemed to have been forgotten, blending into the mountains with his coffin, inseparable from them, accompanying them.

Gradually, he seemed to perceive a more peculiar charm beyond life, death, and annihilation.

That is 'existence'. It is permanence, immortality, constancy, and the single definition of 'I'.

Although all of this is maintained by external factors.

But he did indeed feel, experience, and understand some of the opportunities.

Time flies, and Wang Ya doesn't know how much time has passed.

Whether it's a hundred years, a thousand years, or ten thousand years, all he knows is that the fluctuations of his consciousness seem to have become regularized, with a complete frequency range, forming a time perception that is determined by receiving and recognizing information from beginning to end.

Life includes death, and it is divided into different stages.

The first death is the disappearance of bodily functions and vital signs.

The second death is someone else's memory.

The third death is a record of real-world information.

These are the three definitions of death.

Whether it's an ordinary mortal life or a wizard who has mastered extraordinary powers, even the Great Wizard of Radiant Moon cannot escape this definition.

However, those who possess extraordinary powers are even more difficult to kill.

Every death is ten, a hundred, or even a thousand times more difficult than a mortal's life.

After Wang Ya completed receiving and understanding the information, he realized that he had died twice.

An insight that came to him from the depths of his being told that he had to die three times in order to achieve the desired result.

That outcome had unimaginable benefits for him.

Insight comes from the eye of truth; it cannot be expressed through power, yet it still exists.

Wang Yaneng has a profound understanding of this.

He was also relieved to be affected, losing all his power, even the function of the Eye of Truth.

The Starry Sky Bridge might become one of the greatest opportunities of his life, allowing him to explore "death and annihilation," the feeling after the annihilation of death, which will not truly disappear.

So he continued to maintain this process.

An unimaginable loneliness surrounded him, but he didn't care.

The consciousness was so weak that it could hold nothing else, not even feelings of loneliness.

There is only one, the very only one thing.

What he is pursuing now

On the shore of the starry sky, the black and white great wizard, who had been subtly observing Wang Ya, was deliberately increasing the output of the power of the rules through the Starry Sky Other Shore Bridge to maintain his state.

Due to the special situation that Wang Ya has fallen into.

This makes the power he output even greater than that of all other living beings.

It's no less than engaging in a full-force battle with a wizard of the same level.

My palms were all wet.

He didn't care; he was just curious about how far Wang Ya could go.

Whether one can truly grasp even the slightest nuance or the correct direction of the path's development.

He didn't have high expectations.

Because he knew how difficult that was.

The ultimate secret about the sun.

Even if he were to try to cross that chasm again, he would most likely fail.

He also lacked confidence.

The existence and birth of many days are largely related to luck.

"How much you can dig up, how much you can find that I'll value, I believe you can find the way to death."

"Even if you can truly find your own way forward and become the chosen one of Upside Down Mountain, so what?"

The black and white wizards' eyes burned with anticipation.

Then, as if he had sensed something, his eyes, which had been calm and still for so many years, began to tremble.

An unprecedented shock was revealed in his eyes.

Are you kidding me!

This concludes the chapter.